Procrastination Station!!!

[brytewolf]

Stolen from amine_eyes <.<

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble/fic of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.  Or perhaps I just want prompts to fill up my time, and will remove the requirement for the reciprocal posting <.<

PROMPTS STILL OPEN :D

Fandoms: Star Trek: 2009, Gundam Wing, Final Fantasy, Heralds of Valdemar and if I'm familiar with the Fandom you want, I'll do my best. Oh. And Star Trek: 2009 cast RPF.

I can't promise they'll be done quickly (as I do have a 2nd full time job, known as The Flavor of Laughter, and there's that thing called schoolwork that I'm supposed to be doing every once in a while) but I will do at least one per week!!

Claimed Slots:

1. amine_eyes Bones/Scotty bromance FILLED!!
2. yup_thats_it Chris/Zach Christmas presents of sexiness FILLED!!
3. avictoriangirl Jim/Bones, Chris/Karl cowboys of nom nom nom
4. elfsausage Jim/Bones, Chris/Karl and a fascination with Jim/Chris' nomworthy belleh of JOY
5. blumvale Spock/Kirk/McCoy threesome joy
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For Just The Two of Them

[brytewolf.livejournal.com]

Chris settles on the couch next to Zach, legs comfortably pressed against the other man’s, as he hands over his package. It’s not as neatly wrapped as the one he was given, but he did it himself and he knows that’s what counts. He fingers the present on his own lap, not able to keep the grin from his lips. He’s anxious to find out what’s inside, but he can wait.

“Open yours first,” he tells Zach, letting one hand fall to rest on the other man’s knee, tracing anxious circles over the fabric of Zach’s slacks with a thumb.

Zach gives him one of those smiles he reserves only for Chris, the crinkly ones with the happiness around the edges – it makes Chris’ heartbeat increase, and sweat appear in the palms of his hands. The apartment is cheerful around them, classic lights and decorations hanging all around. The Christmas party has ended, their friends and coworkers have all left, and the apartment is empty but for the two of them. They’re free to let down the façade, and just be comfortable and together – which is why their special presents, only for the two of them, are able to be exchanged.

Then Zach’s long, tapered fingers are removing the wrapping paper. Carefully, starting at the seams and making sure not to rip the paper. His eyes are intent and focused, and Chris can’t help but watch intently – there’s just something about the way he moves, his deliberateness, that’s always drawn Chris to him.

The box is opened with the same care, and after the last piece of tape is removed the lid is lifted to reveal the gift beneath. Chris watches Zach’s eyes carefully, unsurprised to find their expression falls slightly when what’s revealed is a warm gray sweater that Chris has worn several times. It’s his favorite.

Those deep brown eyes rise to meet Chris’, and an attempt at a smile appears at the corner of Zach’s lips. Chris pretends not to see how much effort has to go into it, giving his best smile as he squeezes Zach’s knee.

“What do you think?” he asks, as Zach lifts the sweater out of its box.

“It is….” Zach’s voice trails off, as he fails to come up with a compliment. Sighing, he sets the sweater back down again and glances at his own present – still cradled in Chris’ lap – with something akin to desperation. “I thought the presents we were exchanging now were supposed to be the ones we could enjoy together. The fun, sexy ones.”

Chris’ smile gets even bigger, as he brushes a finger over the soft folds of the sweater. Good. He wanted to explain.

“This is,” he begins, leaning forward as he sets his own package on the coffee table without looking. His hand trails up Zach’s thigh, over taut abs and strong chest to rest over a broad shoulder. “This is my sweater, and each and every time you wear it in public, we’ll both know.”

Licking his lips at the thought, nose brushing against Zach’s, he pauses. “We’ll both know that you belong to me, you’ll be wearing proof for everyone to see – and no one will have a clue.”

The smile he gets then is worth it, and he sees it for just a moment before Zach’s arms are wrapped around him, and the sweater falls forgotten to the floor.

Re: For Just The Two of Them

[yup-thats-it.livejournal.com]

oh you crafty lady. Here I am thinking porn; and get soft warm fluffy kittens. Wonderful, and sweet Thanks for the story.

Re: For Just The Two of Them

[brytewolf.livejournal.com]

Who, me? *blinky blink innocent eyes* The plotbunny decided on fluff, and I can't say not to the plotbunny ^_^

Thank you for the prompt, I enjoyed it greatly! :D

Oh, and PS -- perhaps, too show his appreciation for Chris' gift, Zach "demonstrates" his own <.<)

Re: For Just The Two of Them

[avictoriangirl]

Oh. *sighs happily* So wonderful and sweet! And I ADORE the last line. *cuddles fic*

Re: For Just The Two of Them

[brytewolf.livejournal.com]

*huggles the bb*

*pokes the ficlet* I need to work on my Zach-voice. So many projects, so little TEIM!!!! xD