Post by wordy on Oct 6, 2010 16:07:58 GMT 10
Title: The Covert Adventures of Neal and Evin
Rating: PG13
Summary: Slash and humour. And horses.
A/N: Somehow the humour sneaks in whenever I write these two...
“We really need to stop meeting like this,” Neal murmured against his neck, delighting in the desperate sounds the other man was making as he kissed his way up to his jaw.
Evin pulled back so that he could look at Neal quizzically, his blonde hair slightly mussed. “You mean meeting covertly so I can have my way with you?”
Neal rolled his eyes. “No, I mean meeting in the stables. I always end up with splinters, or itchy all over from the straw, or –“
“Maybe you should be more careful, then,” said Evin, leaning in to lightly suck on Neal’s lower lip, hands sliding under the hem of his shirt.
It took Neal a moment to come to his senses and realise that Evin was trying to distract him from the issue. “Or maybe we should try it on a bed for once. Where there are no splinters and no straw and no horses.”
“I told you to ignore them.”
“It’s a bit difficult when they seem to be staring right at us, Evin. Mithros!” Neal swore suddenly, glancing around to where a row of horses were watching them from their stalls. He lowered his voice. “What if they understand? You know Daine being around’s made them smarter –“
“Do you think you could shut up for a few minutes and kiss me?”
“Do you think we could never, ever come to these stables ever again? Look! See, that one’s staring straight at me!”
“Forget the horses, Neal.”
“Oh – okay, but, ah...I swear, it’s staring right at me!” Neal blurted.
Evin sighed and pulled away again. “Will you ever shut up?”
“Not while we’re being watched like this is some kind of jousting match.”
“Interesting euphemism.”
“What? Oh, that wasn’t intentional!”
“Neal.”
“What?”
Evin dropped to his knees on the straw. “Will you shut up, or do I have to make you?”
Neal was almost rendered speechless. Almost. He sent a helpless glance in the direction of the row of horses, feeling conflicted. He made up his mind quickly though, when he felt Evin’s strong hands running up his legs to hold him behind the knees. “I, uh, think you’re definitely going to have to make me.”
Evin smirked.
Rating: PG13
Summary: Slash and humour. And horses.
A/N: Somehow the humour sneaks in whenever I write these two...
“We really need to stop meeting like this,” Neal murmured against his neck, delighting in the desperate sounds the other man was making as he kissed his way up to his jaw.
Evin pulled back so that he could look at Neal quizzically, his blonde hair slightly mussed. “You mean meeting covertly so I can have my way with you?”
Neal rolled his eyes. “No, I mean meeting in the stables. I always end up with splinters, or itchy all over from the straw, or –“
“Maybe you should be more careful, then,” said Evin, leaning in to lightly suck on Neal’s lower lip, hands sliding under the hem of his shirt.
It took Neal a moment to come to his senses and realise that Evin was trying to distract him from the issue. “Or maybe we should try it on a bed for once. Where there are no splinters and no straw and no horses.”
“I told you to ignore them.”
“It’s a bit difficult when they seem to be staring right at us, Evin. Mithros!” Neal swore suddenly, glancing around to where a row of horses were watching them from their stalls. He lowered his voice. “What if they understand? You know Daine being around’s made them smarter –“
“Do you think you could shut up for a few minutes and kiss me?”
“Do you think we could never, ever come to these stables ever again? Look! See, that one’s staring straight at me!”
“Forget the horses, Neal.”
“Oh – okay, but, ah...I swear, it’s staring right at me!” Neal blurted.
Evin sighed and pulled away again. “Will you ever shut up?”
“Not while we’re being watched like this is some kind of jousting match.”
“Interesting euphemism.”
“What? Oh, that wasn’t intentional!”
“Neal.”
“What?”
Evin dropped to his knees on the straw. “Will you shut up, or do I have to make you?”
Neal was almost rendered speechless. Almost. He sent a helpless glance in the direction of the row of horses, feeling conflicted. He made up his mind quickly though, when he felt Evin’s strong hands running up his legs to hold him behind the knees. “I, uh, think you’re definitely going to have to make me.”
Evin smirked.