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Friday Free For All
Welcome, boys and girls, to your first Friday Free For All. It's been another fabulous week - the turn out each day seems to be better and better!
Let's keep the ball rolling, shall we? Anything goes today, of course - any fandom or crossover, any pairing or grouping, any prompt.
Please help the code monkeys maintain their sanity and remember to format your prompts:
For a single fandom: Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: Supernatural, Sam/Dean, cursed handcuff
For a crossover: Fandom/Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: Burn Notice/Leverage, Eliot/Michael, old friends
And if nothing's jumping up and catching your attention, feel free to head on over to our Lonely Prompts section.
So, go forth and prompt! Write! And I have a happy Friday!
Let's keep the ball rolling, shall we? Anything goes today, of course - any fandom or crossover, any pairing or grouping, any prompt.
Please help the code monkeys maintain their sanity and remember to format your prompts:
For a single fandom: Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: Supernatural, Sam/Dean, cursed handcuff
For a crossover: Fandom/Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Example: Burn Notice/Leverage, Eliot/Michael, old friends
And if nothing's jumping up and catching your attention, feel free to head on over to our Lonely Prompts section.
So, go forth and prompt! Write! And I have a happy Friday!
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He's drunk with it, eyes barely open as he stumbles up the stairs, leaving the bags at the bottom because they're just too damn much. Like his boots, which he manages to lose part way up, and his jeans that he trips on and nearly falls out of once he's unbuttoned them.
But the door's part way open and he can hear the soft sounds of Steve and his guitar, not really playing anything particular, strumming through bits of melody and random strands of thought.
He doesn't stop when Chris finally stumbles into the bedroom, just turns to smile at him, sleepy, maybe a little stoned, humming now along with his fingers as they caress over the strings.
Chris lets his eyes fall closed, lets the music seep into him with the tired, cradling him, caressing him almost as surely as Steve's hands will be once he puts down the guitar.
He almost misses it when he does, nearly gone already when Steve crawls in beside him, kissing over his face, his eyes.
There will be a time, in the next few days, when they won't be able to stop touching, when sex will lead to more sex, and frantic will seep in as the tired goes, because they have three days before Chris is on a plane again...and sleep will eat away half of that...but for now, it's all soft voices and soft pillows, tender touches and kisses, and sleep.
*not porny at all*
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beautiful. i love it :D