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07 September 2011 @ 03:46 pm
Makeout fest  
What the title says! I need some practice writing makeout scenes, and today seems like a good day for it.

So the first five people to comment with a scenario or a makeout-related kink get a drabble! Or ficlet, maybe. :) Needless to say, Twins or Bust, because that's obviously where my heart's at.
Current Music: Tokio Hotel - Best Of
when the gales of November come early: awwww [Tomi]kishmet on September 8th, 2011 12:11 am (UTC)
That hipthrust on John Travolta's part is amazing, jsyk.


The two of them tumbled, laughing, into the sand under the pier. Tom didn't mind at all when Bill ended up on top; he pouted and made to grab him when Bill blushed and rolled away.

Bill smoothed his hands over his shorts, the way he always did when Tom flustered him. Tom loved it.

He caught Bill's hand and linked their fingers together, stroking his thumb over the skin. Bill's cheeks went even pinker. He gave Tom a shy smile, the kind that would light up any room, and Tom grinned back at him.

"I can't believe your mom and dad let you out, baby," said Tom. He found the pulse point at Bill's wrist and felt it fluttering under his touch. "After I kept you out late last night?"

Bill was supposed to get back to his parents' rented condo by nine at the latest. Tom had coaxed him to stay out just a little longer, just a little, until it had been an hour past curfew. Bill had squeaked and sprinted down the beach, then darted back to Tom for one last kiss.

"My parents don't know I'm with you," Bill admitted. He looked down, and his finger brushed tentatively against Tom's thumb. "They think I'm out with Natalie, or- oh!"

His voice rose in pitch as Tom swept Bill's hand up to his mouth and kissed it. Tom made sure to nuzzle his lipring over Bill's knuckles. Then he shot Bill a rakish look. "So, they won't be checking on you for awhile?"

"N-o...oh." For someone so innocent, Bill sure didn't take long to melt into Tom's kisses. Tom had to steady him with a hand on his shoulder so that Bill didn't just flop onto his lap.

Bill made a sweet little mewling noise when Tom nibbled at his lip. He was breathing quick and excited through his nose, but his breath hitched as Tom slid that hand up to cup his jaw.

Tom guided Bill's head to the side and licked over his lips. The first time, Bill had yelped and smacked him and blushed for an hour. This time, Bill whimpered and parted his lips with a soft wet sound.

Their mouths worked against each other more hungrily. Bill was clutching Tom's hand like a lifeline, nuzzling into him and making little kittenish noises. It was so endearing that Tom wanted to tumble him onto the sand right there and then, and do away with Billi's precious innocence, once and for all.

Instead Tom squeezed Bill's fingers and pulled back. "Let's go get some ice cream, okay?" he said huskily. "I did promise."

For a second Bill stared at him, flushed, bright-eyed and tousled. Then he broke into another one of his brilliant smiles. "Let's go," Bill agreed.

Well, thought Tom, as Bill practically skipped along next to him. He didn't have to include this part when he told his school friends about his summer.
TV's Randy Harrison: orly -  Billmcpofife on September 8th, 2011 02:53 am (UTC)
(u_u) this was brills minus your cyberbullying.
Poor Medeapoor_medea on September 9th, 2011 08:53 am (UTC)