Drabbles: Marathon & Marathon to Waterloo
Jan. 7th, 2009 09:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amediaTitle: Marathon
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amedia
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairing: Cain/Glitch
Rating: R for implied headboard-rattling.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: My mind went straight into the gutter on this one! (Like that's unusual.) Response to the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tinman100 challenge "We'll see." Originally posted here. (With much squee for the return of tinman100!)
"Mmmmmm," said Glitch.
Cain beamed. "You liked that?"
"I think all of my bones have melted back into cartilage." Glitch snuggled closer with a satisfied sigh.
"Don't fall asleep, now. There's more where that came from."
Glitch opened one eye. "More?"
"Is that so hard to believe?"
"Cain, you're forty if you're a day. As am I. At least, I think I am. We can't possibly keep this up indefinitely."
Cain rolled over, pinning Glitch underneath, and kissed him thoroughly. When they both finally surfaced for air, Cain said with a grin, "Wanna bet, sweetheart?"
Glitch smiled back. "We'll see."
Title: Marathon to Waterloo
Author:amedia
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairing: Cain/Glitch
Rating: R for sleazy biscotti-atio.
Warning: Slash
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Another response to the "We'll see" prompt ontinman100. Originally posted here. Sequel to Marathon.
Breakfast the next morning was tricky.
"Don't you want to sit down, Glitch?" asked DG.
"No, thanks," he said with attempted dignity that was punctured by Cain's snicker.
Picking up a biscotti from the table. Glitch dunked it in his coffee. "Hey, Wyatt."
Cain looked up just in time to see Glitch running his tongue along the edge of the biscotti, lapping up errant drops of coffee, then repeating the procedure along the opposite side. Cain lunged, overturning his chair and dragging Glitch from the room.
"What was all that about?" asked DG.
"We'll see soon enough," said Raw confidently.
Author:
amediaWord Count: 100
Characters/Pairing: Cain/Glitch
Rating: R for implied headboard-rattling.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: My mind went straight into the gutter on this one! (Like that's unusual.) Response to the
tinman100 challenge "We'll see." Originally posted here. (With much squee for the return of tinman100!)"Mmmmmm," said Glitch.
Cain beamed. "You liked that?"
"I think all of my bones have melted back into cartilage." Glitch snuggled closer with a satisfied sigh.
"Don't fall asleep, now. There's more where that came from."
Glitch opened one eye. "More?"
"Is that so hard to believe?"
"Cain, you're forty if you're a day. As am I. At least, I think I am. We can't possibly keep this up indefinitely."
Cain rolled over, pinning Glitch underneath, and kissed him thoroughly. When they both finally surfaced for air, Cain said with a grin, "Wanna bet, sweetheart?"
Glitch smiled back. "We'll see."
Title: Marathon to Waterloo
Author:
amediaWord Count: 100
Characters/Pairing: Cain/Glitch
Rating: R for sleazy biscotti-atio.
Warning: Slash
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Imagiquest. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Another response to the "We'll see" prompt on
tinman100. Originally posted here. Sequel to Marathon.Breakfast the next morning was tricky.
"Don't you want to sit down, Glitch?" asked DG.
"No, thanks," he said with attempted dignity that was punctured by Cain's snicker.
Picking up a biscotti from the table. Glitch dunked it in his coffee. "Hey, Wyatt."
Cain looked up just in time to see Glitch running his tongue along the edge of the biscotti, lapping up errant drops of coffee, then repeating the procedure along the opposite side. Cain lunged, overturning his chair and dragging Glitch from the room.
"What was all that about?" asked DG.
"We'll see soon enough," said Raw confidently.
