Ok so I know this is super late for both Fluffbruary and Polyam shipping day but those prompts just fit this chapter. I hope it’s ok to still post it under those tags (Also this time there’s two excerpts, one for each prompt :) )
Excerpt 1Â (Fluffbruary, picture prompt)
When [Troy] peeked his head into [Ri’s] room he saw that she was indeed awake. Awake and quietly cursing under her breath. He caught some of those Spanish words and had to grin – that mouth on her. Carefully he climbed up the rest of the steps, eager to see what had her so frustrated.
She was… painting that old wardrobe with… bright spots of color? He blinked. The sight refused to change, not even when he got closer. He supposed a toddler might like what she was doing to the wardrobe but was at a complete loss as to why she was doing it. They had a definite lack of toddlers.
“What are you doing?” he asked when he was right behind her. She shrieked and flew around, the brush brandished like a weapon and drew a bright red stripe across his face.
“What the…??” He was caught too off guard to get angry at.
“Look what you did!” she accused him in between taking gulping breaths. Trying to calm her racing heart (whoops, he really hadn’t meant to startle her like that) or… trying not to laugh?
“What I did?!” Troy had found his outrage. Narrowing her pretty eyes at him she huffed,
“Who snuck up on whom here, huh?” Drops of paint flew off her paintbrush as she made a sweeping gesture with her hand while she spoke. Troy’s hand shot out and grabbed her wrist, glaring at her.
“You’re the one not being careful with the brush!”
“You…!” Ri started, most likely about to make this his fault too, when she broke out laughing instead. “...your face!” she wheezed.
Excerpt 2 (Polyam shipping day, prompt: rescue)
“You’ll see,” she continued, smug, “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll feel so relaxed.”
He seriously doubted that. Every stroke down his back set him alight with pleasure, even the more hurtful parts had him begging, yearning, for more. Jesus Christ, was that because of that game Lee had been playing with Troy the last few days? Imagining, fantasizing about being with Ri, intimately, and now his mind couldn’t not. Especially with how close she was, her hands moving so confidently over his body—good god, good god, he needed to stop!
But the heat was already in him – he was sure his cheeks were flaming and his throat let embarrassing noises escape, not matter how hard he tried to keep them in (at least they were stifled) and his cock was standing at attention as if this weren’t just a kindness between friends but something more… carnal.
Shit, shit, shit, he needed to calm down! If she had even an inkling of what was going through his mind (his body)… oh god! What if she could tell the state of him?! No. Nonono. Not yet at least. Or she’d have jumped up and left already.
But just because she hadn’t yet didn’t mean she wouldn’t discover him. God, this was beyond embarrassing. Fuck, it was downright humiliating. And even that thought did nothing to abate that white hot want tearing through his veins, urging him to grind into the couch unashamed. Or more, even. Turn around and put his hands on her—No! Fuck no. Shit, this wasn’t one of their fantasies! It wasn’t. It wasn’t. He couldn’t just touch her like it was.
But if she decided to snake her hands around him, under him—he did moan then, much less chocked than he would’ve liked.
“What’s going on here?” Oh god, that was Lee! Oh, if Lee saw him like this he would definitely be able to tell what was going on with him. And still Troy turned his head towards where he’d heard his boyfriend’s voice, seeking his boyfriend’s gaze. They locked eyes just when the realization hit Lee (while Ri was answering Lee’s question – not that Troy was listening, the humiliation of the situation he was in burning brightly in him). He was sure his cheeks were even redder now, god, what a sight he had to be.
But Lee, sweet Lee wasn’t looking at him in disappointment or disgust. No, instead there was something intense -hungry- in his gaze. Hungry and dark and for a heartbeat Troy feared Lee would reveal Troy’s state to Ri. A groan, low and deep was dragged from his unwilling throat while his cock started leaking precum.
“Help me,” he mouthed, desperately. Lee’s lips curved into a wolfish grin...
@fluffbruary @polyamships (the second excerpt is rated mature)
