Tuesday: Candy is Dandy

[lilyleia78]

Wow! Day one was a huge success.

For our next act let’s explore the concept that Candy is dandy. Give your characters a sweet tooth. Are they able to find satisfaction or must they live with an unfulfilled desire? Is PMS making your girl a chocoholic? Does your boy like to use peppermints for more than breath freshening? Let’s find out.

Please be kind to your beloved codemonkeys and use the proper formatting for your prompts (the second is for crossovers).

Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

For example:
House, House/Wilson, Oral fixation
SGA, John/Rodney, chocolate seduction

Remember not to post more than 5 prompts in a row, and please limit yourselves to 3 prompts per fandom per prompter. If a prompt is answered, you can prompt again later in the day.

Don’t see anything to satisfy your cravings? Give a Lonely Prompt a home.

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[lilyleia78]

House, House/Wilson, Oral fixation

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House's tongue caresses the end of the lollipop. Red. It's always a red lollipop. He always treats it as if it was a cock, licking and twirling his tongue, coating it with sticky red. Damn... that tongue. That talented tongue. He's getting an oral fixation on House's oral fixation.

Cameron once admitted that the thought of House going down on Wilson in that way is one of her top fantasies and no wonder. "Doesn't he have a talented tongue?" she asked.

"I wouldn't know," Wilson sputtered, "And you wouldn't either. How would I?"

"Well... wouldn't you like to know? I mean he tongue fucks his lollipops every time you come in a room. If that isn't a shove your cock down my throat invite, I don't know what is." Cameron grinned. "Just watch what I mean."

And he does from that moment on... he can't keep his eyes off of that mouth with it's thin lips, smirking ways, but oh that talented tongue. To have it suck him off, to tease him and please him. "House?"

House pulls the lollipop out with an over-exaggerated popping noise. "Yes?"

"Is exam room four still under construction."

House's grin could outdo weasels. "Why Jimmy, thought you would never ask. Course I'll suck you off."

[lilyleia78]

SGA, John/Rodney, chocolate seduction

[emerald-embers.livejournal.com]

This one turned out really cracky. Sorry XD.

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Let it never be said that John Sheppard is an unsubtle creature.

John is the king of subtle. The emperor of subtle. So fantastically subtle, in fact, that Rodney McKay had somehow remained wholly clueless for six years about the fact John was head over heels in love with him.

Even with a really good friend/enemy like Todd around to give him a few extra years over everyone else, John didn't much fancy risking waiting the rest of his life for Rodney to get a clue.

Plans were made, Lorne was scarred for life, and Caldwell was wholly unsurprised that this year, like every other damned year, people were requesting some of the space for staple foods like rice and flour was substituted for chocolate storage.

And, like every other damned year, several crates of chocolate somehow went missing between the docking bay and Atlantis' storerooms. And bottles of whisky. And, for reasons beyond his own understanding, packets of dried banana flakes.

A hive of thieves, and weird ones at that.



After bribing Lorne by letting him know which boxes would be holding the banana flakes, John was pleased to receive a much larger ration of chocolate than he was theoretically allowed to have; and after hiding away some of his own - because, after all, if this didn't go to plan he'd need something to cheer himself up.

Subtlety had failed, so it was time to go for something unsubtle, and if John was breaking his cover, he was going to go all-out on this one.

Pity Atlantis didn't have any microwaves, but he figured his body heat ought to melt the chocolate decently enough, especially all things considered he had the decency to cover Rodney's bedding with a plastic sheet before lying on it stark naked and covered in chocolate.

Now it was just a matter of waiting. Stickily waiting.

God, it had better be worth the effort.



There was a squawk as the door opened. An uncomfortably female squawk.

And a louder male squawk shortly after.

"Er. Hi doctor. Hadn't expected you."

"I guess," Jennifer announced, and Rodney looked somewhere between furious and head over heels in love. At long last.

"What are you doing, Sheppard?" Rodney asked, letting go of Jennifer's hand and inching towards the bed. "And is that - oh my God, is that Cadbury's Dairy Milk?"

"I pulled a few favours," John replied.

"Oh my God. I love you."

"Same here. Thought you should know."

Jennifer cleared her throat. "Er. Guys? I was dating Rodney?"

"I know, but it's John. Covered in chocolate. Cadbury's Dairy Milk chocolate. My favourite." He couldn't help giving John a look that was only the slightest of slight amounts less sickly sweet than the chocolate itself.

Jennifer glared, then looked back at John and the chocolate, and back up at Rodney. "If you're dumping me I should at least get to watch."

"Fine by me," John announced.

Rodney set to work.

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Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Peanut M&Ms

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

A little known fact was that angels didn't have taste buds. They didn't eat human food, not usually, and so had no use for them.

Nevertheless, Castiel couldn't resist buying a bag of peanut M&Ms before he went to Dean's gravesite that morning. The boy used to love them. He was a glutton, though Cas refuses to see that as a sin. He always hungered for more-- more of everything in fact, the whole world was a smörgåsbord to the human.

Cas leaned against a nearby gravestone, popping each of the colored candies in his mouth one by one. They didn't taste like anything in particular, but he still felt the satisfying crunch as he broke each one apart and bit into the nut.

“You taught me much, Dean Winchester.” He finally said.

Times like these, he almost wished he were human, so maybe he could experience all the things that world had to offer the way his charge used to do. To be able to taste, to wonder about the future, to feel emotions deep and pure-- he only just started to know how to question and disobey, to follow his heart instead of the voice on high which may not have even come from up high anymore.

As it was now, Castiel was only going through the motions of living intensely, but perhaps that was the key to all of it. To live as if; as if he could experience all sensations his own being blocked from him, as if he could reach out and taste all that was on life's buffet table.

“You lived life to its fullest even in the face of great danger. I choose now to carry on this legacy of yours. I will become something more than a trained soldier. I will live as you taught me.”

He popped the last of the tasteless candies in his mouth and left the graveyard.

[lilyleia78]

SG1, Jack/Daniel, alien candy

SG1, Jack/Daniel, alien candy

[sg-wonderland.livejournal.com]

Jack wasn't sure what was going to kill him first, the horrendous humidity, the grinding boredom of the alien meet'n'greet. Or the sight of Dr. Daniel Jackson slowly, luxuriously, sucking every last bit of alien chocolate from his long, elegant, sticky fingers.

Daniel caught his stare and smiled, boonie shielding his sun-kissed face, glasses gone who-knows-where, his mouth liberally smeared with chocolate. "Want one?" He offered Jack a morsel of rapidly disintegrating candy.

Jack wondered what the punishment would be for killing Daniel where he sat.

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who/Author's Choice, The Doctor/author's choice, Jelly Babies

[lilyleia78]

Buffy, Xander/Andrew, syrup

[aurilly.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Elle/Mohinder, but liquor is quicker

Total Crackfic with BonnieandClyde E/M

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"Lemon drops. Choco-tinis. Toffee mudslides. Both candy and liquor, both dandy and quicker."

Elle cheerfully but insistently held the glasses to the lips of her captives until each drank several glasses of the sweet concoctions before she replaced the cloths gagging their mouths.

"And what are we going to do with them, besides getting them drunk?" Mohinder asked his partner in crime, looking at the row of chairs in which Peter, Adam, and Hiro sat, bound and angry and scared.

"Anything we want," Elle said as she paced near her prey, surveying their wary looks, giving Adam a quick jolt to the thigh as she walked past.

Mohinder smiled. "Let's make Peter touch Adam. With his power, Peter might actually make it through the night."

"Good thinking, scientist. Wouldn't want to have to end our experiment early. But we should really make them do more than just touch." She looked at the row of men and promised, "Boys, boys, boys. Oh, the things we are going to do to you."

She then stopped in front of one of the chairs, took the gag out of Peter's mouth and said, "Are you scared, yet?"

But Peter ignored her and pled, "Mohinder! This isn't you!"

Mohinder sighed. "I wanted to believe that, too. But then I had to face the truth. And the truth is that I have spent most of my adult life pursuing the kind of science that always ends up with me standing over someone bound to a table, usually with needle play. That's not a coincidence, Peter. Those choices mean something."

"They mean that you're kinky as hell, Mohinder," Elle said, and he thanked her for the compliment by giving her a rough kiss.

"So who should we start with?" Mohinder asked. "Who should we break first?"

Adam made an urgent sound muffled by the gag. Elle pulled the saliva-covered strip of cloth out of his mouth and said, "What's the matter, Adam? Is the big bad samurai scared of a little pain?"

Hiro's eyes grew wide at the answer, but Peter just rolled his eyes. "Not at all," Adam said. "I was volunteering to go first."

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Supernatural, Castiel/author's choice, God likes sherbert lemons

Castiel/Albus Dumbledore Frustration

[medjai-trowa.livejournal.com]

Castiel loves humanity, just as he loves all of Creation. Loves them and is fascinated by their daily actions, both good and bad, born as they are from free will.

And he does love them, but right at this moment, he also kind of hates specific parts of it too. But that's okay. He's heard that love and hate are the same thing but twisted slightly differently, and he feels certain that once the immediacy of the situation has faded, he will be able to look upon this with amusement.

"You know," he says, smiling gently at the old man with the twinkling eyes, "I hear that God likes Sherbert Lemons. Mayhap he also enjoys Lemon Drops?"

The man pauses briefly, then straightens. "Captial!" he says, marching off.

Castiel watches him go, the frustration from the situation already easing, right up until he feels the weight of regard on him and he turns.

"Metatron," he murmurs, sketching an obeisance.

The Voice of God attempts to frown at him. "That was not apropriate," he says, but the attempt at sternness is obliterated by the twitch of lips that is trying to become a smile.

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

X-men, de-aged!Gambit/Wolverine, sugar rush

[havenward.livejournal.com]

The problem with a place like this, so far as Logan's concerned just about now, is that everybody knows Remy ain't a kid. Sure, they don't all know the (currently) bite-sized Cajun (and maybe that's a blessing, seeing how the last thing Logan needs is all the girls losing focus just on account of Remy standing goddamn still anywhere on the premises). But everyone's weird, everyone's got powers, and it took less than a day after talking to Chuck for the rumor to spread from one side of the mansion to the other.

Now, on the one hand that's gotta be nice for Remy. He doesn't have to pretend like he's in first grade (Logan snorts at the thought, cos there ain't no way in hell Remy could ever keep from cussin' for that long.) and he doesn't have to hide. But on the other... well. There's no controlling him.

Ororo doesn't even try. "He's a grown man, he can make his own decisions," she says, maddeningly calm. Scott, of course, swings to the other end of the spectrum, and tries to control Remy like he's a three year old. Chuck is busy running the school, playing politics, and trying to find out what exactly happened.

Leaving Logan more or less the one trying to handle him. To put it delicately.

He's currently babbling in French, going too fast for Logan to catch more than a word here and there. Which is par for the course, considering he's also bouncing around the halls like he took freakin' lessons from Nightcrawler.

"In English," Logan finally growls. That lands him with an armful of Cajun as Remy attempts to tackle him. Kid's so light like this though that Logan barely even grunts.

"Marie," Remy says, and it seems like Remy is finally winding down, "made me cupcakes an' cookies wit' candy in dem, an' Kitty gimme dese..." He slides a hand inside his pocket and pulls out the crumpled paper for pixie stix. At least three.

"I see," Logan says. Remy beams at him, and yawns, and it's no wonder. Considering the fact that it's nearly midnight. "You know yer keepin' up half the school?"

Remy sighs and pouts, putting his head down on Logan's shoulder as he bites back another yawn. "J'ai été vraiment ennuyé.*"


*I was really bored.

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, fresh berries

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Summer may be Merlin's favorite time of year, at least now that he's in Camelot. At home he would be melting under the hot sun while working until his fingers bleed, but here he's privy to the life of royalty and their escapes from the heat, such as the nearby pond with royal permission and lying on the cold stone of the castle.

Plus, Arthur's too hot to give any orders. He just complains incessantly.

"Well, that was a bloody waste of my time," Arthur is snarling as he forces his clothes on, his body still damp from their time in the lake. Merlin rolls his eyes behind Arthur's back and helps him with his tunic. "Only fifteen minutes, and the water's too warm to be of any use."

"Yes, sire," Merlin mumbles.

"I'd give anything for-" Arthur pauses, his eyes fixated on a bush nearby. "Oy, are those berries I see?"

"Um," Merlin scans them and wracks his brain for Gaius's guide on poisonous wildlife, but he can't remember this color nor this size of fruit near Camelot. "Arthur, I don't think we should-"

"I'm starving," Arthur whines. "It'll take ages to get any decent food once we reach the castle."

"But-"

"Now be a good manservant and fetch me some."

"I-"

"Now." The finality and the dangerous glint in Arthur's eyes makes up Merlin's mind for him. He hurries over and grabs about a handful, surreptitiously sniffing them to make sure they don't smell of anything suspicious, before he returns and hands them to Arthur. "Good."

Arthur tilts back his head and swallows them down in one gulp, and lets out a satisfied sigh.

"Well, now that's done can we..." Merlin's voice trails off as he watches in horror as Arthur suddenly glows too bright for him to see, and he blacks out for a moment.

When he returns to consciousness there's something small sitting on his chest.

He opens one eye warily to find two familiar blue eyes glaring at him... from a much smaller face. "Thtupid manthervant," a now much-younger Arthur informs him.

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RPS, Jared/Jensen, sugar high

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

"Will you stop giggling?"

"But it's funny!"

"No, Jen. It really isn't!" laughed Jared. "Or at least not as much as you're making it sound!"

Jensen giggled again. He looked so stupidly happy. His cheeks were now reddened from constant laughter, his eyes were shining with happiness and humor.

"No more sweets on empty stomach for me," he stated suddenly and Jared could only laugh at him.

"Yeah, with you're unused body, you may end up doing something really crazy thanks to that sugar high."

Jensen quieted, staring at his best friend. He bit his lip for a second, before running his tongue slowly over it, his eyes not leaving Jared's face.

"Yeah... Yeah, I just may."

[csichick-2.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot or Eliot/Hardison, baking

[dragonlet.livejournal.com]

Eliot/Hardison, baking

Eliot knew this was a bad idea. Hardison had claimed there was a reason he confined his cookin' to microwaves and freezers, but Eliot just had to teach him at least one actual thing to cook. This was his own fault.

"Isn't this right?" Hardison shoved the bowl under Eliot's nose and he sighed. Cupcakes were supposed to be easy.

"It's lumpy, Alec. The frosting needs to be smooth so you can spread it nice."

"Yeah well haven't you ever heard of 'ugly but delicious'?" Hardison glared at him and snatched the bowl back, but he picked up a spoon and kept stirring.

"Presentation's important." Eliot leaned against Hardison's back and took his wrist lightly. "Y'ain't stirring right."

"How can I be stirring wrong, it's just movin' the spoon," Hardison muttered, pretending that he wasn't leaning into the shorter man's bulk.

"You're just movin' the frosting around in the bowl, givin' the lumps the chance to meet new friends," Eliot grinned into his ear. "Try this way." And he covered his hand with his own and went through the stirring motions.

"Lumps get lonely too, man." But he followed Eliot's motions and turned his head so Eliot's lips were closer to his jaw than his ear. "They ain't alone," he practically purred, lowering his eyelids suggestively.

Eliot snorted and gave Hardison's ass a half-hearted swipe, making the geek squeak. "Not til we end up with something edible." Alec wilted.

"Tease."

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, snack break

Snack break, eliot/hardison

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

This is written while I was playing World of Warcraft actually :) Enjoy!

"Well, for fuck's sake!" Alec's irritated exclamation suddenly broke the comfortable silence of the living-room and Eliot looked up from his book to see his geek throw up his hands in disgust and keep cursing at the screen in a barely audible voice. Sighing to himself Eliot rose fluidly from the sofa going over to stand behind Alex.

"Come on, get up from there just a second. You need a break."

"...damn people don't know how to move from things that will kill them..."

"Come on, a snack break, then you can go back to swearing at people," Eliot said while softly squeezing the other man's shoulders. Alec leaned back with his eyes closed and apparently made a decision. Typing something short in the game window he unfolded his lanky body from the computer chair.

Eliot waited until Alec was completely away from his desk before pouncing and pinning the other man against the wall with his hips and sealing his mouth over his.

"Umph", was the only sound coming from Alec's mouth before he stopped trying to protest and kissed back with equal fervor. Eliot just smiled against his lips and let his thigh grind slowly against Alec's erection. It made him gasp slightly into Eliot's mouth.

"I know exactly what kind of snack I want." It was the only warning Alec got before Eliot slid down his body, undid his fly and swallowed his dick in one smooth move.

"Fuck!" Alec arched his back off the wall with the sensation his hips held in place with Eliot's firm grip. The long-haired mans pace was relentless, sucking, licking and gracing with his teeth and it wasn't long before Alec cursed again and came down Eliot's throat.

"Damn, that was..." Alec seemed lost for words and Eliot just smirked again.

".. that was just the snack break. Imagine the three course dinner."

"... let me just close the game and I'll be right with you..."

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Dollhouse, Adelle/Claire, Ben & Jerry's

[anthimeriate.livejournal.com]

Dr. Claire Saunders found herself not able to say a single word. She sat on one of the couches in Adelle DeWitt's office, staring at the pint of Ben & Jerry's on the coffee table in front of her. Her boss looked on expectantly.

"...Brownie Batter?" she finally asked. "That's an ice cream flavor?" Adelle nodded. "And a very good one at that. Take a spoon."

She looked up to her boss. She didn't take a spoon. She barely even moved. She had never seen DeWitt look so tired. This was all very, very strange. "...Don't you know wha--" "Of course I know," she quickly interrupted with a twinge of irritation, "I know everything that goes on in this House. Now eat."

Adelle was back to that stern look, which gave Claire some comfort. However, the look was paired with the insistent offer of a spoon, and the doctor couldn't help but wonder if this was actually happening. After staring a moment, she took it.

"So then what is this for?" she asked, digging her spoon into the ice cream container and giving a bitter laugh, "Pity?" Adelle took the container for herself and scoffed. "Not exactly, Dr. Saun-- Claire. We've both had a rather jarring past couple of days, and I wasn't about to try to get my best physician drunk. Ice cream seemed the next best thing."

Claire let the ice cream melt in her mouth as she listened, eying her boss suspiciously. "Everyone has. So if it's not pity, why me?" Despite the look she was getting, Adelle grinned around her spoon. "Men just don't have the same appreciation for ice cream that we women do. Besides, you are much better on the eyes than Topher or Boyd."

If she hadn't swallowed the ice cream a few seconds earlier, she was afraid she might have choked on it. "A-Are you hitting on me, Ms. DeWitt?"

Adelle looked at her out of the corner of her eye with a little smirk. "A bit, yes. However, I'm also happy to just go back to eating this ice cream, if that doesn't pan out."

Claire glared at her. "Well why don't you just make it pan out? I know you could do it."

"Of course I could. However, it wouldn't be nearly as satisfying, believe me. I'd much rather you have your choice, even if that means getting turned down."

The doctor stared at her, eyes searching her face for what seemed like hours, trying to processes everything that was going on. Regardless of the fact that she was fairly certain she was making a mistake, she set the ice cream aside and captured her boss's lips with her own. She figured it was about time she made some mistakes, anyway.

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Connor/Lester, "you can't have that for breakfast!"

You can't have that for breakfast!, Primeval, Connor/Lester

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

There's a box of Frosties on the kitchen table with a bottle of chocolate milk. Over by the oven, Connor seems to have found a waffle iron from somewhere - where, James has no idea. He's pretty sure he's never owned a waffle iron in his entire life.

And Connor's making waffles - with (and James glares a little bit more at this) James' very special, very expensive praline ice cream to go on top of said waffles. As well as the spray cream James is pretty sure wasn't in his fridge last night. And the maraschino cherries, which were. Considering James' usual breakfast is along the lines of a bowl of muesli or a couple of croissants with a cup of black coffee, this seems extremely over the top.

"What..." James starts, fails to think of anything say that won't make him sound like his mother, and gives up. "You can't have that for breakfast!"

Connor turns around to look at him - he's bopping along to the music, the radio tuned into some punk-rock-fusion station instead of Radio 4, and he's barefoot. In James' kitchen.

James very firmly ignores the tight jeans, the threadbare T-shirt and tells himself, repeatedly, that he's married - happily so.

"Morning!" Connor grins, and turns back to the waffles, flipping the most recent two out of the iron before turning it off and bringing the plates and ice cream over to the table. "I made breakfast."

It's...James frowns. Definitely not adorable, and he pulls out a chair and sits down opposite Connor.

"Hungry?" Connor asks, and James folds his head down onto his arms on the table.

Happily. Married. Really.

"So...how often did you say your family come up to this flat?" Connor asks, voice casual as he serves James up and waffle and tops it with a scoop of praline ice cream.

James looks up slowly and notices the glint in Connor's eyes.

"They don't," he says slowly, and Connor beams at him, gets up and walks around the table to his side, nudging at James until he pushes the chair back enough that Connor can slide into his lap. "Connor..."

"Eat your breakfast," Connor says kindly, and holds up a fork with a bite of waffle on it, drenched in melting ice cream. James opens his mouth - way out of his depth here when he can handle his own in Whitehall - and Connor feeds him the mouthful, leaning in and licking the trace of ice cream away from the corner of James' mouth.

James' hands find Connor's hips and he holds on, turning his head and leaning forward to take Connor's mouth when the younger man grins at him.

It's a rather nice way to start his day, all things considered.

[myinkyfingers.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jensen/Jared, raiding the secret stash.

[merihn.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Connor/Becker, strawberries and cream.

Strawberries and cream, Primeval, Connor/Becker

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Follows this (strawberries) (http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/42025.html?thread=9034281#t9034281) and all following comments on the thread. *sighs* I have 'nablers! *facepalms* (And, yes, I'm looking at you, merihn!)



Connor wakes up while it's still light - barely even seven on the clock on the nightstand - and he squirms his way out from under Jonathan, who seems to want to keep Connor close like Connor's a teddy bear and Jonathan's some kind of limpet-octopus hybrid.

Briefly, Connor contemplates examining Jonathan for tentacles and/or sucker-type things (given the lives they lead, it's probably fairly possible), but the call of the bathroom wins, and he finds his boxers and pulls them on, and creeps out into the hallway to look for the bathroom. Doesn't want to wake Jonathan up, not yet - even hopes he might be able to sneak back into the bed without Jonathan even knowing he was there.

He should have known better. Jonathan is, after all, special forces or something.

After the bathroom, Connor realises he's really, really thirsty and, sure, there's the strawberries still sitting on the nightstand, but he wants something more - heads downstairs and finds the kitchen and glasses and tap. Nearly drops the glass on the floor when someone sneaks up behind him and wraps their arms around his waist.

"Ninja attack-octopuses," Connor mutters, and Jonathan laughs, mouth pressed to the back of Connor's neck.

"Isn't it supposed to be 'octopodes'?" Jonathan asks, and Connor turns around in his arms, surprised. "What? I did get an education, you know."

But he's grinning, so Connor's not too worried - he puts the glass safely to one side and lays his hands on Jonathan's shoulders, runs them up to fist his hands in the other man's hair.

"Come back to bed?" Jonathan asks, nudging up against Connor's mouth and coaxing his lips open for a kiss.

"Thought you said there was cream?" Connor says when he can speak again. Though, really, it's a wonder he can even think, let alone speak - Jonathan's flush up against him, all naked and...and...

Where was he?

"In the fridge," Jonathan says - the wicked twinkle's back in his eye, and Connor's heart beats just a little faster.

They detour to the fridge, get the spray can out and Jonathan pulls Connor upstairs after him - pausing every few steps to press Connor back against the wall and taste him; mouth, neck, hand, and Connor's so very hard before they've even stepped back through the bedroom door.

But. Cream. Strawberries. And Connor lets Jonathan pull him onto the bed, lets Jonathan put him on his back with his legs spread, and he laughs when Jonathan starts spraying, creating words and pictures in cream on his chest. It's really very cold cream, and the contrast when Jonathan leans in to lick it off with his hothot tongue is...Connor arches up, wanting more of that mouth, more of Jonathan, more of everything...

And Jonathan reaches for a strawberry, dips it in a swirl of cream he's sprayed on Connor, and then offers it up, watching avidly when Connor sucks the fruit and the cream past his lips, biting down and making a mess. Pity. And Jonathan smirks and leans in to clean it up.

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, Just like honey

[merihn.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam/Dean, sweet cherry pie.

[merihn.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jared/Misha, chocolate.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Demons, Galvin/Luke, cherry liqueurs

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Nick/Stephen, chocolate body paint

Primeval, Nick/Stephen, chocolate body paint

[emmademarais.livejournal.com]

"Where's that tea I like?"

Nick rummaged through the cabinets in Stephen's kitchen, frowning.

Stephen emerged from the shower, towel around his waist, drying his hair with another towel.

"I thought you drank it all." He slung the towel around his neck with a smirk. "I was going to ask where my robe was, but..." He gestured to his robe, which Nick had on.

"Be faster in the shower then and you'll get first shot at it," Nick teased, tightening the sash with a smirk.

"Forget it. I'll just buy another robe."

"Oh, what have we here?" Nick pulled a small jar from the cupboard. "Chocolate Body Paint," he read off the label. He gave Stephen a mischievous wink. "I suppose you're going to tell me you only bought it because it's really good on ice cream."

Stephen sauntered over and plucked it from Nick's hand. "You've seen my freezer. I don't have any ice cream. However..." He unscrewed the lid and dipped a finger into the dark sauce. "I bet this would taste even better on you."

He tipped Nick's head back and painted a line down his neck from chin to collarbone and proceeded to lick it off.

With his clean hand he undid the sash on the robe and pushed it off Nick's shoulders so it fell in a pool to the floor.

"I vote we take this into the other room," Nick managed despite being distracted by Stephen's mouth on his skin.

"Sure, we can move this into the bedroom."

Nick took the jar from Stephen's hand, stuck the tip of his thumb in it then rubbed it across Stephen's lower lip until Stephen sucked his thumb into his mouth.

"That wasn't the room I had in mind." He tugged at the ends of the towel Stephen had around his neck, leading him back to the bathroom. "I have plans to make a mess of you and that's best done where we can enjoy washing it off later."

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

SGA, Jennifer/John, if you're a good boy, I'll give you a lollipop

Don't look at me like that. He obviously got that lollipop from her stash anyway. :P

[merihn.livejournal.com]

Dr Who/Merlin, Arthur/Jethro, sweets.

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Primeval, Nick/Stephen, mini liquorice allsorts