Perfect Sense [One Two/Handsome Bob]
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hysteriaTitle: Perfect Sense
Author:hysteria
Rating: R
Pairing: One Two/Handsome Bob
Word Count: 737
Warnings: Cracky sort-of-porn, humor, Un-beta'd.
Summary: Reason #693 to not get this drunk with your mates, ever.
Disclaimer: Don’t own Rocknrolla, or the characters involved.
A/N: Written for my very own Mrs. One Two scripps because she requested fic like a zillion times, and I finally wrote something xD.
“What fuckin’ time is it?”
“Barley noon, you gettin’ up already?”
He nearly falls out of the bed when he realizes just who is in the bed next to him, “What the fuck Bob?” and he doesn’t even realize he’s trying to pull the sheets around him like a fucking girl.
“Again? It’s only been a few hours One Two, I’m a little sore--”
“The fuck you mean sore,” he screams “you better mean I just kicked your ass in my sleep--”
“If that’s what the kids are callin’ it these days,” Bob grins “then sure, you sure kicked my ass last night.”
“Jesus fucking Christ Bob!”
“What?”
“I’m not a fuckin’ fag! That’s what,” when he tries to get out of the bed he trips and lands ass first on the hardwood floor “fuck Bob!”
“No one said you were,” Bob scoots off the side of the bed to help him up, apparently pale white all over “let me help--”
“Put some fucking clothes on!” and he’s moving away again “This ain’t some fuckin’ sex club, it’s my fucking apartment Bob, anyone could walk in.”
“It’s my apartment,” he laughs “sight of my cock suddenly offensive to you?”
“Yes!”
“Well you know,” he says “last night your lips were disagreeing with you.”
“No fucking way did I--”
“Then what a magnificent dream it was, your cock sucking lips, wrapped around my--”
“Just fuckin’ stop it already! I was drunk, but I wasn’t drunk enough to fuck my mate.”
“Said I was sore, One Two. Didn’t say you fucked me.” and if he didn’t know better he’d say he looked disappointed “Couldn’t hold you liquor man, passed out before I even got to return the favor, but you know it is morning after all.”
“And we can just forget all this shit ever happened--”
“I was thinking more along the lines of wood,” he grins “morning to be exact.”
“No fucking way Bob, you fucking hear me?”
“You’re naked, I’m naked, who’s gonna know?”
“I’m gonna fucking know, that’s who.”
“C’mon One Two, you haven’t lived until you’ve let me have a go, just one time,” he says “and I’ll never bring it up again.”
His cock was in obvious agreement with Bob, tenting through the sheets as he sat on the floor “Bob, If--”
“Say no more, I won’t say a word, just pretend I’m Stella, without the hair.”
“Prettier than Stella,” he mumbles “not a tart either.”
Bob laughs, kneeling down in front of him “S’good to know.”
He’s got the sheets pulled back before One Two can say anything else, running his tongue across the head “Fuck,” his hands are softer than you’d think, pads of his fingers gripping at the inside of his thighs “Bob.”
One Two sees Bob’s hand snake down and wrap around his own cock when his head sinks down, throat contracting around the tip of his cock, his head cranes back and he grasps at Bob’s neck, short hair tickling the back of his hand. “Just like that,” he says “fucking perfect.”
He should probably help Bob out, reach down and help him like any good mate would do but the way his throat is working around his cock and his tongue is wetting the skin feels fucking perfect and he can’t remember how to move. He feels the scratch of Bob’s facial hair at the base of his cock and then he suddenly pulls off, making a wet obscene ‘pop’ when he does. Bob looks like a fucking porn star too, lips full and red, grinning like a loon, his lips are wrapped back around his cock before he knows it, nails raking at his stomach.
He doesn’t give Bob a warning, just grips his neck tighter when he feels himself start to let go, other hand fishing in the sheets. The feel of Bob’s throat around him makes it even better, tight and warm-- “Fuck, Bob” he groans “fuck.”
He pulls off again, this time his cheeks hollow like he’s trying to take One Two for all he’s worth, pulling off with a deep breath and a sultry grin.
“Holy shit that was hot,” he breathes “suck cock like a fucking girl, Bob.”
“You sure you don’t remember last night?” he asks, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm, when One Two shakes his head he laughs, “What?”
“Because I said the same fucking thing.”
Author:
hysteriaRating: R
Pairing: One Two/Handsome Bob
Word Count: 737
Warnings: Cracky sort-of-porn, humor, Un-beta'd.
Summary: Reason #693 to not get this drunk with your mates, ever.
Disclaimer: Don’t own Rocknrolla, or the characters involved.
A/N: Written for my very own Mr
scripps because she requested fic like a zillion times, and I finally wrote something xD.“What fuckin’ time is it?”
“Barley noon, you gettin’ up already?”
He nearly falls out of the bed when he realizes just who is in the bed next to him, “What the fuck Bob?” and he doesn’t even realize he’s trying to pull the sheets around him like a fucking girl.
“Again? It’s only been a few hours One Two, I’m a little sore--”
“The fuck you mean sore,” he screams “you better mean I just kicked your ass in my sleep--”
“If that’s what the kids are callin’ it these days,” Bob grins “then sure, you sure kicked my ass last night.”
“Jesus fucking Christ Bob!”
“What?”
“I’m not a fuckin’ fag! That’s what,” when he tries to get out of the bed he trips and lands ass first on the hardwood floor “fuck Bob!”
“No one said you were,” Bob scoots off the side of the bed to help him up, apparently pale white all over “let me help--”
“Put some fucking clothes on!” and he’s moving away again “This ain’t some fuckin’ sex club, it’s my fucking apartment Bob, anyone could walk in.”
“It’s my apartment,” he laughs “sight of my cock suddenly offensive to you?”
“Yes!”
“Well you know,” he says “last night your lips were disagreeing with you.”
“No fucking way did I--”
“Then what a magnificent dream it was, your cock sucking lips, wrapped around my--”
“Just fuckin’ stop it already! I was drunk, but I wasn’t drunk enough to fuck my mate.”
“Said I was sore, One Two. Didn’t say you fucked me.” and if he didn’t know better he’d say he looked disappointed “Couldn’t hold you liquor man, passed out before I even got to return the favor, but you know it is morning after all.”
“And we can just forget all this shit ever happened--”
“I was thinking more along the lines of wood,” he grins “morning to be exact.”
“No fucking way Bob, you fucking hear me?”
“You’re naked, I’m naked, who’s gonna know?”
“I’m gonna fucking know, that’s who.”
“C’mon One Two, you haven’t lived until you’ve let me have a go, just one time,” he says “and I’ll never bring it up again.”
His cock was in obvious agreement with Bob, tenting through the sheets as he sat on the floor “Bob, If--”
“Say no more, I won’t say a word, just pretend I’m Stella, without the hair.”
“Prettier than Stella,” he mumbles “not a tart either.”
Bob laughs, kneeling down in front of him “S’good to know.”
He’s got the sheets pulled back before One Two can say anything else, running his tongue across the head “Fuck,” his hands are softer than you’d think, pads of his fingers gripping at the inside of his thighs “Bob.”
One Two sees Bob’s hand snake down and wrap around his own cock when his head sinks down, throat contracting around the tip of his cock, his head cranes back and he grasps at Bob’s neck, short hair tickling the back of his hand. “Just like that,” he says “fucking perfect.”
He should probably help Bob out, reach down and help him like any good mate would do but the way his throat is working around his cock and his tongue is wetting the skin feels fucking perfect and he can’t remember how to move. He feels the scratch of Bob’s facial hair at the base of his cock and then he suddenly pulls off, making a wet obscene ‘pop’ when he does. Bob looks like a fucking porn star too, lips full and red, grinning like a loon, his lips are wrapped back around his cock before he knows it, nails raking at his stomach.
He doesn’t give Bob a warning, just grips his neck tighter when he feels himself start to let go, other hand fishing in the sheets. The feel of Bob’s throat around him makes it even better, tight and warm-- “Fuck, Bob” he groans “fuck.”
He pulls off again, this time his cheeks hollow like he’s trying to take One Two for all he’s worth, pulling off with a deep breath and a sultry grin.
“Holy shit that was hot,” he breathes “suck cock like a fucking girl, Bob.”
“You sure you don’t remember last night?” he asks, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm, when One Two shakes his head he laughs, “What?”
“Because I said the same fucking thing.”
