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rainbowfic2012-02-12 05:27 pm
subluxate) wrote in rainbowfic2012-02-12 05:27 pm
Lust and Rainbow
Author: Kelly
Color: Lust 20. strip tease; Rainbow 14. Poppers
Styles and Supplies: Pastels (my current gen+romance card fororigfic_bingo, O1. Wandering); Brush (vade mecum); Beading Wire; Acrylic ("Bittersweet memories / that is all I'm taking with me./ So, goodbye. Please, don't cry. / We both know I'm not what you, you need." - I Will Always Love You; Whitney Houston)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 635
Story: Polyfaceted (Index ~ Timeline); the title of this piece is "All Play and No Work".
Notes: This pairing has been mentioned before, namely in the arc in which David outs Johnny, but it’s never been shown. Takes place in July of 1999. This is for my Sex Is Not the Enemy prompt mistakenly given to me. Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome.
Summary: Johnny has much more fun ideas than working.
Emilio wasn’t in his bed when Johnny woke up. Wasn’t unusual, the few nights over the past couple of weeks one had stayed over with the other, but Johnny had woken up hornier than usual, and he fully intended to do something about it.
He stretched enough that his back popped and then listened. Living room. Probably trying to find his clothes. Johnny didn’t know where they had wound up. Location question answered, Johnny got up, disregarding his nudity, and walked out. Emilio was just straightening from looking behind his couch, and Johnny got behind him, sliding his arms around him. “Come back ta bed.”
“I have to be at work in forty-five minutes.”
The fact that Emilio wasn’t pulling away made Johnny grin. “I’ll write ya a note,” he teased, rubbing his stubbly cheek against Emilio’s shoulder to make him start.
“What, something like, ‘Torey, Emilio’s late because I was fucking him’?” Emilio sounded like he was trying not to laugh, but he was also pressing back into Johnny.
Johnny didn’t bother holding back his laughter at the idea. “It’d work. Probably make him laugh.”
“I should go,” Emilio said.
Still not pulling away. “C’mon, I’ll call ‘im, say you’re helpin’ me on a side project. He asks, jus’ tell ‘im I’m keepin’ it quiet.”
“Okay.” Emilio twisted to kiss him. “If it’ll work, then okay.”
“Good.” Johnny’s grin broadened. “Can stay for a coupla hours more.”
Emilio laughed quietly. “Good thing my job involves a lot of standing and walking, not so much sitting.”
Johnny caught him by the back of his head and kissed him deeply, not letting up for a good minute. “I’ll call ‘im now.” He paused, glancing around Emilio’s apartment. “If ya have any idea where my phone could be…”
“With your pants,” Emilio said unhelpfully.
“Yeah, guessin’ if ya can’t find your clothes either, this is gonna be hard.”
Emilio pulled back, and Johnny let him go. “I’ll check my room.”
“Okay.”
The fuck did they do to get their clothes everywhere, anyway? Had they really been that turned on the night before? Johnny shook his head at himself and started searching the living room. Found Emilio’s shirt—under the couch somehow—but no luck with his own clothes, which would make ever leaving difficult…
“Your pants are in here,” Emilio called. He could work with just pants when he left if he had to. Or he could borrow one of Emilio’s shirts, even if it’d be a little long on him.
“Thanks,” he said when he got in the bedroom, and took his phone out of his pocket so he could call Torey. No trouble at all to clear Emilio being out with him for awhile, but he had to promise to try to make the morning meeting so Torey wouldn’t have to tell Pop to call him, and then Johnny put his phone on silent and turned to shove Emilio onto the bed.
Afterward, after a long time making out and wrestling and groping each other before finally fucking, Johnny kissed Emilio’s sweaty shoulder. “Gonna need ta shower.”
“Yeah, I’m not going to work like this.” Emilio laughed softly. “Did you find your shirt?”
Johnny snorted. “Think I might need ta borrow one a yours. Need ta go home an’ change ‘fore goin’ ta work anyway.”
“Go ahead.” Emilio pushed himself up off the bed. “Mind if I get the first one?”
“Nah, s’fine.” He watched Emilio walk away, smirking to himself at the sight.
So far, this was just fun. It didn’t feel to Johnny like it’d be much more. If it stayed only fun, that’d be fine, even if he didn’t want a just-fun relationship. He wanted an actual relationship. Emilio probably wouldn’t be that for him, but Christ they had some good sex.
Color: Lust 20. strip tease; Rainbow 14. Poppers
Styles and Supplies: Pastels (my current gen+romance card for
origfic_bingo, O1. Wandering); Brush (vade mecum); Beading Wire; Acrylic ("Bittersweet memories / that is all I'm taking with me./ So, goodbye. Please, don't cry. / We both know I'm not what you, you need." - I Will Always Love You; Whitney Houston)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 635
Story: Polyfaceted (Index ~ Timeline); the title of this piece is "All Play and No Work".
Notes: This pairing has been mentioned before, namely in the arc in which David outs Johnny, but it’s never been shown. Takes place in July of 1999. This is for my Sex Is Not the Enemy prompt mistakenly given to me. Constructive criticism is, as always, welcome.
Summary: Johnny has much more fun ideas than working.
Emilio wasn’t in his bed when Johnny woke up. Wasn’t unusual, the few nights over the past couple of weeks one had stayed over with the other, but Johnny had woken up hornier than usual, and he fully intended to do something about it.
He stretched enough that his back popped and then listened. Living room. Probably trying to find his clothes. Johnny didn’t know where they had wound up. Location question answered, Johnny got up, disregarding his nudity, and walked out. Emilio was just straightening from looking behind his couch, and Johnny got behind him, sliding his arms around him. “Come back ta bed.”
“I have to be at work in forty-five minutes.”
The fact that Emilio wasn’t pulling away made Johnny grin. “I’ll write ya a note,” he teased, rubbing his stubbly cheek against Emilio’s shoulder to make him start.
“What, something like, ‘Torey, Emilio’s late because I was fucking him’?” Emilio sounded like he was trying not to laugh, but he was also pressing back into Johnny.
Johnny didn’t bother holding back his laughter at the idea. “It’d work. Probably make him laugh.”
“I should go,” Emilio said.
Still not pulling away. “C’mon, I’ll call ‘im, say you’re helpin’ me on a side project. He asks, jus’ tell ‘im I’m keepin’ it quiet.”
“Okay.” Emilio twisted to kiss him. “If it’ll work, then okay.”
“Good.” Johnny’s grin broadened. “Can stay for a coupla hours more.”
Emilio laughed quietly. “Good thing my job involves a lot of standing and walking, not so much sitting.”
Johnny caught him by the back of his head and kissed him deeply, not letting up for a good minute. “I’ll call ‘im now.” He paused, glancing around Emilio’s apartment. “If ya have any idea where my phone could be…”
“With your pants,” Emilio said unhelpfully.
“Yeah, guessin’ if ya can’t find your clothes either, this is gonna be hard.”
Emilio pulled back, and Johnny let him go. “I’ll check my room.”
“Okay.”
The fuck did they do to get their clothes everywhere, anyway? Had they really been that turned on the night before? Johnny shook his head at himself and started searching the living room. Found Emilio’s shirt—under the couch somehow—but no luck with his own clothes, which would make ever leaving difficult…
“Your pants are in here,” Emilio called. He could work with just pants when he left if he had to. Or he could borrow one of Emilio’s shirts, even if it’d be a little long on him.
“Thanks,” he said when he got in the bedroom, and took his phone out of his pocket so he could call Torey. No trouble at all to clear Emilio being out with him for awhile, but he had to promise to try to make the morning meeting so Torey wouldn’t have to tell Pop to call him, and then Johnny put his phone on silent and turned to shove Emilio onto the bed.
Afterward, after a long time making out and wrestling and groping each other before finally fucking, Johnny kissed Emilio’s sweaty shoulder. “Gonna need ta shower.”
“Yeah, I’m not going to work like this.” Emilio laughed softly. “Did you find your shirt?”
Johnny snorted. “Think I might need ta borrow one a yours. Need ta go home an’ change ‘fore goin’ ta work anyway.”
“Go ahead.” Emilio pushed himself up off the bed. “Mind if I get the first one?”
“Nah, s’fine.” He watched Emilio walk away, smirking to himself at the sight.
So far, this was just fun. It didn’t feel to Johnny like it’d be much more. If it stayed only fun, that’d be fine, even if he didn’t want a just-fun relationship. He wanted an actual relationship. Emilio probably wouldn’t be that for him, but Christ they had some good sex.
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You know, I would be surprised if this wasn't a valid excuse to a Corlioni. "Oh, well then. I'm going to be late tomorrow because I too have someone to fuck and this is only fair."
In other news, what is it with pants and phone theft? I mean seriously.
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Pants like stealing phones. It's the weirdest thing.
Thank you!
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This is fun, and the end is just the right note of wistful. Great job!
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Thanks!
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(I don't think they ever do find Johnny's shirt that day.)
Thanks!