[biography] The Best Is Yet To Come
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wl_fanfictionTitle: The Best Is Yet To Come
Author: Desiredeffect (ZOMG, that's me!)
Pairing: Greg/Ryan
Rating: PG-13 I suppose
Summary: Glasses, obviously.
Disclaimer: Giiiift for fiiiiictiiion.
A/N: Crappiest piece of crap I have ever written. Honestly, I hate it.
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“Ryan Stiles, you son of a bitch, give me back my glasses. You know I need them!” Greg glared in the direction of Ryan who was no more then an outline in the suddenly fuzzy view of the world.
There was a rustle of fabric against skin and then a quiet laugh. “C’mon Greg,” A voice next to his ear teased, sharpened by the sting of teeth biting at the lobe, “you need to relax a little more.”
“How am I supposed to relax when everything just seems like a bunch of blobs and I have someone trying to bite my ear off?” A hand moved up and smacked at the presented cheek. The teeth were withdrawn with a slight yelp, only to be replaced by a nose nuzzling against his cheek and arms slung over his shoulders, hands splayed out down across his chest.
“You know you love my mouth and everything in it.”
“Being a little arrogant, aren’t we?”
“When dealing with you? Have to be.” Ryan’s voice was steady and sure, fingers toying with top button on Greg’s shirt. There was another snap of teeth near his ear even as he felt Ryan withdraw his touch, listened to him removing the glasses from his mouth and loosely clasping them within his fingers, toying with the framework.
“If you put smudges on them, your ass is mine.” Greg’s voice was a low growl even as he leapt over the couch and caught Ryan around the waist, one hand snaking across Ryan’s arm to grab his glasses.
There was a short tussle during which Greg accidentally kneed Ryan where he knew it would hurt most.
--
“That’ll teach you not to take my glasses next time.” Greg polished them hurriedly on his silk shirt before putting them back on sighing with relief as everything suddenly tuned into that station of ‘focus’.
“You quite done there?” Ryan asked archly, hand still cupped protectively around his privates.
There was a short pause as they eyed each other off, Ryan glaring slightly, and Greg having trouble to keep the smile off his lips.
”Done,” He murmured in acquiescence, grabbing Ryan’s hand and dragging him off to the bathroom, even as the vocal protests erupted behind him. ”You keep talking like a bitch, I’m going to treat you like a bitch. And that will end up including the rough sex against the shower wall.”
Author: Desiredeffect (ZOMG, that's me!)
Pairing: Greg/Ryan
Rating: PG-13 I suppose
Summary: Glasses, obviously.
Disclaimer: Giiiift for fiiiiictiiion.
A/N: Crappiest piece of crap I have ever written. Honestly, I hate it.
--
“Ryan Stiles, you son of a bitch, give me back my glasses. You know I need them!” Greg glared in the direction of Ryan who was no more then an outline in the suddenly fuzzy view of the world.
There was a rustle of fabric against skin and then a quiet laugh. “C’mon Greg,” A voice next to his ear teased, sharpened by the sting of teeth biting at the lobe, “you need to relax a little more.”
“How am I supposed to relax when everything just seems like a bunch of blobs and I have someone trying to bite my ear off?” A hand moved up and smacked at the presented cheek. The teeth were withdrawn with a slight yelp, only to be replaced by a nose nuzzling against his cheek and arms slung over his shoulders, hands splayed out down across his chest.
“You know you love my mouth and everything in it.”
“Being a little arrogant, aren’t we?”
“When dealing with you? Have to be.” Ryan’s voice was steady and sure, fingers toying with top button on Greg’s shirt. There was another snap of teeth near his ear even as he felt Ryan withdraw his touch, listened to him removing the glasses from his mouth and loosely clasping them within his fingers, toying with the framework.
“If you put smudges on them, your ass is mine.” Greg’s voice was a low growl even as he leapt over the couch and caught Ryan around the waist, one hand snaking across Ryan’s arm to grab his glasses.
There was a short tussle during which Greg accidentally kneed Ryan where he knew it would hurt most.
--
“That’ll teach you not to take my glasses next time.” Greg polished them hurriedly on his silk shirt before putting them back on sighing with relief as everything suddenly tuned into that station of ‘focus’.
“You quite done there?” Ryan asked archly, hand still cupped protectively around his privates.
There was a short pause as they eyed each other off, Ryan glaring slightly, and Greg having trouble to keep the smile off his lips.
”Done,” He murmured in acquiescence, grabbing Ryan’s hand and dragging him off to the bathroom, even as the vocal protests erupted behind him. ”You keep talking like a bitch, I’m going to treat you like a bitch. And that will end up including the rough sex against the shower wall.”
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