greenterrific..
EVERYONE LAUGH IT UP THIS IS JUST TO GET THEM OUT OF MY SYSTEM, ALRIGHT.. WHATEVER, NO ONE LOOK AT ME
Guy had a type. He had several types, really, but one always seemed to take first place whenever it was an option: geniuses.
Now, for a guy like Guy, anyone could be a genius (if he played dumb hard and long enough), but it took a real genius to cause a problem in his pants, to stir up a dangerous and god awful cocktail that left him somehow both sated and wanting.
The banter is what sated him, however little of it there was with his current target, but the space around it left him aching. He, selfishly, wanted more out of the mysterious and moody Mr. Terrific. And more is what he got, a short conversation outlining a 'fuck-buddies-only-no-strings-attached' situation that Guy could, for the moment, work with.
"Shut up," the words had the opposite of their intended effect.
"Oh, c'mon, I know how much you love hearing my voice," Guy couldn't help but push, especially when he knew that Terrific always put his buttons on display for him. He assumed it was intentional, but hey, he's been known to be wrong, and maybe he's just that good.
"I hate your constant noise."
"You love my noise, sweetheart," he wiggled his eyebrows, giving him a bit of a show before he was chuckling at wandering hands, "you love a lot more than just my-- m-my... fuck, you're good at that," he trailed off when purposeful, deft hands palmed over his crotch, his hard on near painful and still trapped in the confines of tight leather pants.
"No," Terrific made quick work of Guy's pants where he was sitting on his thighs, "you're easy,"
"Easy for you," he let's it slip, his head resting back against the arm of his couch.
It was quicker to come to his place, and far more private than trying to find somewhere in the Hall of Justice. Trust him, he'd tried.
"You're easy for anyone with two working hands."
Guy only grinned.
"Two working hands, a big brain, and matte black lipstick, yeah," he wets his lips, leaning up just to grab Terrific's collar and flip them around, "consider me easy."
