two ficlets.

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Two ficlets from the WLIIALove's smut battle. Quite short.


Title - Jump
Author - madge
Pairing - Chip/Ryan
Rating - PG-13
Prompt Words - swingset, eyes
Summary - A late night walk home.
Word Count - 309

The ground under him is cold and hard, yet that isn't what is making Ryan shiver. The fact that Chip Esten, so small and lithe compared to him, is pressed on top him, their lips hungrily devouring each other. The swingset, only seconds ago abandoned by the two after jumping off, creaks quietly, the only noise able to be heard.

The night wasn’t supposed to go like this. It was supposed to be a regular night at the bar. But when everyone gets drunk and Greg has to drive them home, leaving Ryan and Chip without a ride, things are already going south. The two of them started to walk to their flat, laughing and chatting along the way when Chip saw a playground and dragged Ryan to the swingset. It started out as a competition to see who could jump farther; it ended with Chip on top of Ryan, silent, their lips nearly brushing.

Ryan placed his hands around Chip's waist, flipping the two of them over so Chip was on the ground. He smiled up at Ryan, his eyes sparkling under the incredibly long lashes. Ryan pulled him in for a another kiss, Chip clutching his fingers into the material of Ryan's shirt as Ryan slowly snaked a hand under the thin material of Chip's shirt. He ghosted touches up and down Chip’s abdomen, leaving him trembling underneath him. Chip’s hands slowly trailed over Ryan’s back and down to his backside, pulling the two of them closer together.

Ryan paused, smiling against Chip’s lips. “We’re going to have to get home soon, or else Greg will call the cops looking for us.”

Chip chuckled, his breath warm and smelling sweet. Ryan rolled off of him, sighing. He turned his head to Chip, who is grinning, his lips pink and plump.

God, Ryan really hated Greg right now.




Title - Allure
Author - madge
Pairing - Chip/Tony (there's no tag for this one)
Rating - light R
Prompt Words - over there
Summary - Chip can't figure out why he came to the UK.
Word Count - 794

Chip had never been too sure what had drawn him to England. He could’ve easily done something in the US, but there was something about the UK that had appealed to him; that drew him over there. Chip had always liked excitement, the feeling of chills running up and down his spine. He just hoped the England would be like that all the time, although the reason for it was still unknown to him.

Till now at least.

The morning’s taping had been an interesting one. Not that it had caught on with the audience or anything, but it was obvious to the performers, who happened to be Chip, Tony, Greg, and Ryan. In a game of Film, TV, and Theatre Styles, Greg and Chip were playing a reluctant couple on the day of their wedding. Which was when Greg, as the groom, admitted his love for Chip in an unusually believable voice before he kissed him spot on the mouth. Chip could hear the audience hooting with laughter, but in the seconds that they remained connected at the lips, he could feel that maybe this had been for more than laughs.

When the cameras stopped rolling, Chip stumbled off stage to his dressing room, ignoring the confused look from Greg, as well as the angry glare he felt on the back of his neck.

He had only been closed in there for a few minutes before the door slammed open, revealing a sneering Tony, arms folded across his chest. “Still not good enough for you?”

Chip froze, raising an eyebrow at him, taken aback by the venom laced throughout Tony’s voice. “Excuse me?”

“Greg,” Tony hissed, shutting the door behind him, striding across the room. Striding into Chip’s own personal space, causing Chip to take steps backward until he was against the wall. “You lead him on all this time, with the smiling and the flirting, and when he finally feels the same, you don’t do anything, leaving him babbling like a moron on television.”

“Listen, Tony, I don’t know what you’re going on about. You’ve obviously inhaled too much hairspray, causing you to be a foolish dolt, so let me say this one time. What goes on between Greg and I - stays between Greg and I.” Chip was shocked at how level his voice was staying despite the fact that his insides were trembling at the rage he saw in Tony’s dark eyes.

Tony laughed darkly, placing his palm against the wall by Chip’s face. He leaned down towards him. Chip felt his eyes go wide as he looked up into the infuriated face, cursing his short stature. He couldn’t understand why he was finding it so hard to breathe at this moment. “How can it stay only between you two when the whole fucking country is going to see it!”

His voice echoed through the room, making Chip realize that he wasn’t scared. He was exhilarated, which bothered him more than anything else.  He couldn’t focus on what was going on with Tony right now, when what mattered more was what was happening with him - why this of all things was…exciting him.

“It’s none of your business,” Chip whispered, the defiance slowly running out of his voice.

Tony pressed his other palm against the wall on the other side of Chip’s head, trapping him between the wall and the toned body of Tony.

Lowering his face to Chip’s, Tony’s breath brushing across his cheek. “Wrong again, Chip,” Tony whispered, his lips brushing against the skin at the corner of Chip’s mouth, causing him to gasp.

“Hm?”

In a swift movement, Tony’s arm went from the wall to around Chip’s waist, pulling the two of them together violently. Their chests crashed together, causing Chip to exhale loudly in surprise and place his arms around Tony’s  neck to keep his balance. Chip’s brain was moving at a mile a minute.

“I - I don’t think-”

“Then don’t.” Tony muttered softly, placing a finger over his lips before their lips came together. Tony’s mouth was warm and wet and consumed Chip’s before he could even react to what was going on. Yet when Tony pushed him back into the wall, Chip moaned softly into his mouth, finding himself kissing Tony back with as much passion as Tony had started with.

Chip lifted a jean clad knee between Tony’s thighs, causing Tony to bite softly down on Chip’s lip, whimpering.

Relishing the moment, Chip whispered, “Any reason for this?”

Tony chuckled against Chip’s lips, tickling them. “You’ve always been mine. I just couldn’t wait any longer for you to figure it out,” he said, pulling Chip in for another kiss.

So this was what made England so alluring all along. Chip should’ve known.