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Puck's Intentions (Foxshy)
Title: Puck’s Intentions
Pairing: Foxshy (RPS)
Rating: R
Summary: The chemistry of Josh and Foxy…from Dom’s POV.
A/N: First off, let me say that this in no way has anything to do with the emoboykissing vid. Nope. Nothing at all. And it really has nothing to do with Josh talking about how much he likes hugging Foxy ;)
I believe the term "Giggle Box" in reference to Foxy is either tm of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mediocrechick or crystalkirk. I can't remember which, but I just think it's damn funny ;p
Written forhalfdutch to help get rid of her blehs...which is to say this is completely unbeta'd, heh.
The room had emptied slowly as one by one the others trickled out of Dom’s rented penthouse, stumbling and smiling and thanking him for the fabulous time. No one would be driving home, of course, but that’s what cabs were for. Besides, the rest of the cast only lived a few winding island roads away.
There were two stragglers left, barefoot and giggling like girls as they sprawled across the floor of the balcony, their backs pressed against the white iron railing and ignoring the fantastic view of the North Shore beach below.
Another result of their little game, or as Dom liked to call it, The Foxy and Josh Recreating the Drink-Off from Raiders of the Lost Ark Game. Only they weren’t in Siberia and no one got shot in the end.
He wasn’t at all worried about kicking them out; there was plenty of booze left and shooting had just wrapped for the summer. There was absolutely nowhere on earth Dom needed to be for the next forty-eight hours, and having two of his favorite drunken Americans cuddled together on his hotel balcony was all the entertainment he needed right then.
Dom was pouring himself another shot when he heard Josh yell for all the island to hear, “You gotta be fuckin’ shittin’ me, ya crazy fucker!” He loved how Josh’s voice morphed into a Deliverance sound bite when he was completely sloshed. Matt’s slightly higher-pitched giggle wasn’t far behind.
Dom threw back the shot, licked his lips, and had a very naughty thought. Something he’d been pondering for months.
“I hope you know half of Maui heard you two just then.” He leaned against the open glass sliding door and slid to the ground, crossing his feet at the ankles and grinning at them.
Josh waved a hand. “Fuck it.”
“What, Maui? You’re suggesting island sex, I take it?”
That sent Matt into hysterics.
“Aw, fuckin’ hell, you set ‘im off again.” Josh’s head dropped back against the railing as he smiled, big and slightly sloppy, trying halfheartedly to stifle the laughing with his hand. Matt batted it away, practically squealing, “No, goddamn it, stop!”
“’s not my fault you’re a fuckin’ giggle box with tats.”
Matt finally grabbed Josh’s wrist. “I am not!!” He started to a one-sided wrestling match while Josh continued to coo Foxy Giggle Box over and over, keeping his arm tense and still trying to force his hand over Matt’s mouth.
Dom just smiled. Bloody fucking hell, they were too easy. Disgustingly easy. And he loved them for it.
“Look, guys…” He slapped his thigh to get their attention. They both blinked at him like they’d forgotten he was there.
“…Remember back at Christmas when we said we’d do something entirely irrational and completely fucking insane when the season ended?”
“Yeah, sure.” Josh did his little unconscious motion of blowing the hair out of his eyes. “What about it? Gonna streak on Kimmel like ya said?”
“I never said that, you can’t prove it.”
Matt was rubbing at his bottom lip with his thumb, still in a constant grinning state. “I heard you say it.”
“Whatever, my supposed future nakedness is not the point. All I’m saying is, I have an idea. For tonight.” He pointed a finger at each of them. “For you two.”
Josh sighed. “For the last time, I ain’t doin’ body shots off you, a’ right?”
“I never said that, either.” Dom pulled his knees into his chest, gearing himself up. He pointed again, this time at Josh.
“Kiss him.” He gestured to Matt.
“Come again, Hobbit Boy?”
“You. Kiss. Him. On the mouth, with tongue, for two minutes, and not a second less.” He ignored the fact that he didn’t have a watch on.
“Christ, man, when we said somethin’ ‘irrational’, I figured we meant sky divin’ into a fuckin’ volcano or somethin’. Not…” Josh flailed his arm in the direction of Matt, looking a tad helpless.
“I think it’s a fantastic idea and fairly creative, actually. How many guys get to make out with their co-stars to celebrate a job well-done?” In his head, Dom was chanting doitdoitdoitGodjustfuckingdoit…
“He won’t do it.” Matt was gradually slipping further down the railing, the bones flowing out of him. He was intently focused on his thumb ring, like it held all the mysteries of the universe and if he stared at it hard enough, he just might figure them out. “I intimidate him, you know.”
“What the fuck? Where in hell do you get off, Giggle Box?”
Matt shrugged, still staring at the ring. The corner of his mouth quirked up. “Never have gotten naked at my house, have you?”
“That doesn’t make me a fuckin’ prude!”
Dom thought it was fucking brilliant that Josh’s brain chose prude over fag.
“So bloody kiss him already and get it over with.”
Josh let out a small frustrated grunt and leaned into Matt, ducking his head slightly to line their mouths up just right.
Oh, how Dom loved starting things.
He heard a hollow thunk as Matt’s head collided with the iron railing in surprise and sure enough, he saw a hint of Josh’s tongue sneaking its way in, forcing Matt’s mouth open a little wider. At first Matt’s hands slapped flat against the ground, bracing himself, but also giving him leverage to push himself back up into a sitting position. It also served (either advertently or not, Dom couldn’t tell) to push him into Josh, who didn’t pull back, only crawled closer and probably without even knowing it. It was fast, it was a bit rough, and it annoyed Dom, because it wasn’t what he wanted to see. It wasn’t what he knew they were capable of.
“For fuck’s sake, it’s not a wrestling match.” Dom thought about kicking Josh’s leg to get him to let up, but he didn’t have to. Josh broke away long enough to run his tongue over his lips and let his dimples show with a vengeance.
“Damn, whoda thought a giggle box’d taste so good,” he whispered, and then went back for seconds. Matt didn’t even fight it, only let his eyes fall shut and his mouth invite him back in, and this time everything was spot-on. Their bodies visibly relaxed back into their original inebriated state; Josh ran his hand up Matt’s side to his shoulder, sliding around his neck and then trailing back down his chest, gently fisting the front of his shirt and tugging him against his chest. Matt sighed, a deep sound that was a stark contrast to his laughter, and splayed his fingers along Josh’s waist, right at the edge of his jeans, before letting them disappear, just barely, into the denim.
That’s more like it, Dom thought. Their two minutes were almost up, but fuck it, he was enjoying himself. And they were enjoying themselves a lot more, if the sharp God that just came from one of them—it had a slight drawl to it, but it was faint—was any indication.
Somehow Josh’s thighs had maneuvered themselves into the exact position to straddle Matt’s hips, making them chest to chest, stomach to stomach, and just about everything else that needed to be pressed together at that moment. Dom watched as Matt swept the hair back from Josh’s face and sucked his lower lip, his free hand curling into Josh’s leg.
And oh sweet Jesus, Dom realized they were starting to thrust. As in Matt’s hips lifting slightly off the ground in a slow upward motion, as in Josh’s lower body shifting into a heavy downward motion, as in there being no available space left between them to leave anything up to the imagination. A rhythm was starting, even Dom could feel it, and as he saw Josh reach out and grab onto the railing right above Matt’s head, he felt his mouth begin to water.
He needed another fucking drink. And a digital camera.
Matt’s hand on Josh’s leg was sliding up and back to cup his ass hard enough to make the knuckles turn white. Then Dom blinked and Josh’s shirt was being tossed aside, and they were making quick work of Matt’s, but their mouths never once completely broke contact. Their hands were playing across all the newly exposed skin and they kicked up the friction, grinding harder and kissing deeper. One was groaning while the other panted in shallow huffs.
Someone was going to come on his balcony, and Dom couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not.
God, they’d both kill him in the end. Or at least make next season incredibly interesting for him.
“Time’s up, you two.” Dom had to swallow twice before he could form coherent speech. This time he did kick Josh in the shin.
To his surprise, Josh rolled away onto his back and started giggling, the back of his arm slung over his eyes.
“Fuck! I caught your fuckin’ giggles, you bastard! It’s like a goddamn disease.”
Of course, this set Matt off once more, and they were right back where they started.
Only more naked.
Pairing: Foxshy (RPS)
Rating: R
Summary: The chemistry of Josh and Foxy…from Dom’s POV.
A/N: First off, let me say that this in no way has anything to do with the emoboykissing vid. Nope. Nothing at all. And it really has nothing to do with Josh talking about how much he likes hugging Foxy ;)
I believe the term "Giggle Box" in reference to Foxy is either tm of
mediocrechick or crystalkirk. I can't remember which, but I just think it's damn funny ;pWritten for
halfdutch to help get rid of her blehs...which is to say this is completely unbeta'd, heh.The room had emptied slowly as one by one the others trickled out of Dom’s rented penthouse, stumbling and smiling and thanking him for the fabulous time. No one would be driving home, of course, but that’s what cabs were for. Besides, the rest of the cast only lived a few winding island roads away.
There were two stragglers left, barefoot and giggling like girls as they sprawled across the floor of the balcony, their backs pressed against the white iron railing and ignoring the fantastic view of the North Shore beach below.
Another result of their little game, or as Dom liked to call it, The Foxy and Josh Recreating the Drink-Off from Raiders of the Lost Ark Game. Only they weren’t in Siberia and no one got shot in the end.
He wasn’t at all worried about kicking them out; there was plenty of booze left and shooting had just wrapped for the summer. There was absolutely nowhere on earth Dom needed to be for the next forty-eight hours, and having two of his favorite drunken Americans cuddled together on his hotel balcony was all the entertainment he needed right then.
Dom was pouring himself another shot when he heard Josh yell for all the island to hear, “You gotta be fuckin’ shittin’ me, ya crazy fucker!” He loved how Josh’s voice morphed into a Deliverance sound bite when he was completely sloshed. Matt’s slightly higher-pitched giggle wasn’t far behind.
Dom threw back the shot, licked his lips, and had a very naughty thought. Something he’d been pondering for months.
“I hope you know half of Maui heard you two just then.” He leaned against the open glass sliding door and slid to the ground, crossing his feet at the ankles and grinning at them.
Josh waved a hand. “Fuck it.”
“What, Maui? You’re suggesting island sex, I take it?”
That sent Matt into hysterics.
“Aw, fuckin’ hell, you set ‘im off again.” Josh’s head dropped back against the railing as he smiled, big and slightly sloppy, trying halfheartedly to stifle the laughing with his hand. Matt batted it away, practically squealing, “No, goddamn it, stop!”
“’s not my fault you’re a fuckin’ giggle box with tats.”
Matt finally grabbed Josh’s wrist. “I am not!!” He started to a one-sided wrestling match while Josh continued to coo Foxy Giggle Box over and over, keeping his arm tense and still trying to force his hand over Matt’s mouth.
Dom just smiled. Bloody fucking hell, they were too easy. Disgustingly easy. And he loved them for it.
“Look, guys…” He slapped his thigh to get their attention. They both blinked at him like they’d forgotten he was there.
“…Remember back at Christmas when we said we’d do something entirely irrational and completely fucking insane when the season ended?”
“Yeah, sure.” Josh did his little unconscious motion of blowing the hair out of his eyes. “What about it? Gonna streak on Kimmel like ya said?”
“I never said that, you can’t prove it.”
Matt was rubbing at his bottom lip with his thumb, still in a constant grinning state. “I heard you say it.”
“Whatever, my supposed future nakedness is not the point. All I’m saying is, I have an idea. For tonight.” He pointed a finger at each of them. “For you two.”
Josh sighed. “For the last time, I ain’t doin’ body shots off you, a’ right?”
“I never said that, either.” Dom pulled his knees into his chest, gearing himself up. He pointed again, this time at Josh.
“Kiss him.” He gestured to Matt.
“Come again, Hobbit Boy?”
“You. Kiss. Him. On the mouth, with tongue, for two minutes, and not a second less.” He ignored the fact that he didn’t have a watch on.
“Christ, man, when we said somethin’ ‘irrational’, I figured we meant sky divin’ into a fuckin’ volcano or somethin’. Not…” Josh flailed his arm in the direction of Matt, looking a tad helpless.
“I think it’s a fantastic idea and fairly creative, actually. How many guys get to make out with their co-stars to celebrate a job well-done?” In his head, Dom was chanting doitdoitdoitGodjustfuckingdoit…
“He won’t do it.” Matt was gradually slipping further down the railing, the bones flowing out of him. He was intently focused on his thumb ring, like it held all the mysteries of the universe and if he stared at it hard enough, he just might figure them out. “I intimidate him, you know.”
“What the fuck? Where in hell do you get off, Giggle Box?”
Matt shrugged, still staring at the ring. The corner of his mouth quirked up. “Never have gotten naked at my house, have you?”
“That doesn’t make me a fuckin’ prude!”
Dom thought it was fucking brilliant that Josh’s brain chose prude over fag.
“So bloody kiss him already and get it over with.”
Josh let out a small frustrated grunt and leaned into Matt, ducking his head slightly to line their mouths up just right.
Oh, how Dom loved starting things.
He heard a hollow thunk as Matt’s head collided with the iron railing in surprise and sure enough, he saw a hint of Josh’s tongue sneaking its way in, forcing Matt’s mouth open a little wider. At first Matt’s hands slapped flat against the ground, bracing himself, but also giving him leverage to push himself back up into a sitting position. It also served (either advertently or not, Dom couldn’t tell) to push him into Josh, who didn’t pull back, only crawled closer and probably without even knowing it. It was fast, it was a bit rough, and it annoyed Dom, because it wasn’t what he wanted to see. It wasn’t what he knew they were capable of.
“For fuck’s sake, it’s not a wrestling match.” Dom thought about kicking Josh’s leg to get him to let up, but he didn’t have to. Josh broke away long enough to run his tongue over his lips and let his dimples show with a vengeance.
“Damn, whoda thought a giggle box’d taste so good,” he whispered, and then went back for seconds. Matt didn’t even fight it, only let his eyes fall shut and his mouth invite him back in, and this time everything was spot-on. Their bodies visibly relaxed back into their original inebriated state; Josh ran his hand up Matt’s side to his shoulder, sliding around his neck and then trailing back down his chest, gently fisting the front of his shirt and tugging him against his chest. Matt sighed, a deep sound that was a stark contrast to his laughter, and splayed his fingers along Josh’s waist, right at the edge of his jeans, before letting them disappear, just barely, into the denim.
That’s more like it, Dom thought. Their two minutes were almost up, but fuck it, he was enjoying himself. And they were enjoying themselves a lot more, if the sharp God that just came from one of them—it had a slight drawl to it, but it was faint—was any indication.
Somehow Josh’s thighs had maneuvered themselves into the exact position to straddle Matt’s hips, making them chest to chest, stomach to stomach, and just about everything else that needed to be pressed together at that moment. Dom watched as Matt swept the hair back from Josh’s face and sucked his lower lip, his free hand curling into Josh’s leg.
And oh sweet Jesus, Dom realized they were starting to thrust. As in Matt’s hips lifting slightly off the ground in a slow upward motion, as in Josh’s lower body shifting into a heavy downward motion, as in there being no available space left between them to leave anything up to the imagination. A rhythm was starting, even Dom could feel it, and as he saw Josh reach out and grab onto the railing right above Matt’s head, he felt his mouth begin to water.
He needed another fucking drink. And a digital camera.
Matt’s hand on Josh’s leg was sliding up and back to cup his ass hard enough to make the knuckles turn white. Then Dom blinked and Josh’s shirt was being tossed aside, and they were making quick work of Matt’s, but their mouths never once completely broke contact. Their hands were playing across all the newly exposed skin and they kicked up the friction, grinding harder and kissing deeper. One was groaning while the other panted in shallow huffs.
Someone was going to come on his balcony, and Dom couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not.
God, they’d both kill him in the end. Or at least make next season incredibly interesting for him.
“Time’s up, you two.” Dom had to swallow twice before he could form coherent speech. This time he did kick Josh in the shin.
To his surprise, Josh rolled away onto his back and started giggling, the back of his arm slung over his eyes.
“Fuck! I caught your fuckin’ giggles, you bastard! It’s like a goddamn disease.”
Of course, this set Matt off once more, and they were right back where they started.
Only more naked.
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