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Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year (Charlie/Sawyer NC-17)
Title: Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year
Pairing: Charlie/Sawyer
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Two unsober souls do not make a right.
A/N: Ficlet requested by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snellios...and a bunch of other sick freaks. ;D Also using ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic100 prompt #54 ("air"). I RULE. :P (And yes, title stolen blatantly from the Fall Out Boy song of the same name)
I can't believe I'm doing this...
Against doctor’s orders, he’d drowned his pain as best he could in the dark, hoping that eventually he’d pass out and forget the sharp, screaming heat in his shoulder. Not that he needed help losing consciousness these days, but even in dreams the pain held on.
He was almost out, almost blissfully numb, when Charlie stumbled into the tent, his eyes too bright, his smile oddly terrified.
“The hell--”
“I can’t…can’t go back…just yet. I need to, um, hang out for tick.”
He collapsed in sand without Sawyer’s permission and started to babble in a detached, contented tone about groupies and stage lights and champagne floating in melted ice.
“Sex, man, fucking sex. Everywhere. All the time. I could smell in on me, breath it in like…like goddamn oxygen.”
Sawyer’s fading out little by little, vaguely aware of Charlie’s fingers skimming his good shoulder, tracing patterns.
“I could make a girl say my name and mean it. I could make ‘em scream. Scream for hours…”
“Fuckin’ horny rock star,” Sawyer mumbled, eyes drooping. But he smiled. He always liked him a few sheets to the wind. “Thought you quit.”
“I didn’t quit nothing. I’m making a goddamn bloody comeback.”
It was odd having Charlie’s tongue suddenly in his mouth, all rough and hard and desperate. Had he been sober, Sawyer would given one quick shove and told the TRL junkie to go fuck himself.
But two unsober souls do not make a right, so Sawyer let him kiss him, let him crawl over him and tear into his jeans, let him sink his teeth into his neck and growl fucking comeback over and over again as he thrust hard against him. He must have been hard, too, because he felt his hips lifting up, meeting him, giving in and actually liking it.
“You fucking scream.”
“No. I don’t do girly shit.”
“Fine, fine. But…but you’ll…aahhh…”
Charlie grits his teeth and screams instead. Sawyer just smiles, and before he’s even got his breath back, Charlie blinks at him as Sawyer grabs his hand and shoves it around his dick.
“Your comeback ain’t finished yet.”
“Um…”
Sawyer thrusts up into his hand.
“Yeah. Comeback. Sure.”
Pairing: Charlie/Sawyer
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Two unsober souls do not make a right.
A/N: Ficlet requested by
snellios...and a bunch of other sick freaks. ;D Also using fanfic100 prompt #54 ("air"). I RULE. :P (And yes, title stolen blatantly from the Fall Out Boy song of the same name)I can't believe I'm doing this...
Against doctor’s orders, he’d drowned his pain as best he could in the dark, hoping that eventually he’d pass out and forget the sharp, screaming heat in his shoulder. Not that he needed help losing consciousness these days, but even in dreams the pain held on.
He was almost out, almost blissfully numb, when Charlie stumbled into the tent, his eyes too bright, his smile oddly terrified.
“The hell--”
“I can’t…can’t go back…just yet. I need to, um, hang out for tick.”
He collapsed in sand without Sawyer’s permission and started to babble in a detached, contented tone about groupies and stage lights and champagne floating in melted ice.
“Sex, man, fucking sex. Everywhere. All the time. I could smell in on me, breath it in like…like goddamn oxygen.”
Sawyer’s fading out little by little, vaguely aware of Charlie’s fingers skimming his good shoulder, tracing patterns.
“I could make a girl say my name and mean it. I could make ‘em scream. Scream for hours…”
“Fuckin’ horny rock star,” Sawyer mumbled, eyes drooping. But he smiled. He always liked him a few sheets to the wind. “Thought you quit.”
“I didn’t quit nothing. I’m making a goddamn bloody comeback.”
It was odd having Charlie’s tongue suddenly in his mouth, all rough and hard and desperate. Had he been sober, Sawyer would given one quick shove and told the TRL junkie to go fuck himself.
But two unsober souls do not make a right, so Sawyer let him kiss him, let him crawl over him and tear into his jeans, let him sink his teeth into his neck and growl fucking comeback over and over again as he thrust hard against him. He must have been hard, too, because he felt his hips lifting up, meeting him, giving in and actually liking it.
“You fucking scream.”
“No. I don’t do girly shit.”
“Fine, fine. But…but you’ll…aahhh…”
Charlie grits his teeth and screams instead. Sawyer just smiles, and before he’s even got his breath back, Charlie blinks at him as Sawyer grabs his hand and shoves it around his dick.
“Your comeback ain’t finished yet.”
“Um…”
Sawyer thrusts up into his hand.
“Yeah. Comeback. Sure.”
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There's not a lot I've read that makes me want to bring my claws anywhere near my eyes. Thankfully, we've got some pretty great authors in this fandom, incluuuuding you, and they seem to be able to find writable material in... well, everything. XD
Man, I just had a total "OMG FOXY TALKED TO MEE!!!~" moment. I really ought to get some sleep.