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booshslashhavenTitle: Blue, RPS? I think.
Pairing: Mike/Dave implied.
Summary: “Mike, fan my balls, would ya?”
Word Count: 180. Not quite a drabble, not quite a full fic.
Rating: PG (13, if you're pedantic).
Warnings: A swear or two and mentions of sexual acts.
Disclaimer: I own everything, they're my bitches. Or, you know, not at all.
Author’s Notes: First post here and I made the worst first impression on the mods with my first attempt at posting. What did I do wrong? I did the header, tags, mood music, and everything and then forgot to include the fic...Fail? I think so.
Dave tastes like cigarettes and coffee and smells about the same but with a hint of aftershave. He has days where he can’t get the black greasepaint off his skin after playing Bollo and he’s always preoccupied with his dick in some form or another (“Mike, fan my balls, would ya?” “Fuck I need a piss. Where’s the loo?”).
He kisses like it’s something he was born to do, all skilled and never wrong. His hair is always messy and a little bit greasy. He still lives in a tiny flat on the outskirts of London, even though he could afford better. His cameras are pretty much extensions of his limbs and his laptop is filled with many random tour images. Every time he gets asked by Noel or Julian to do ‘em a favour, he kindly reminds them of “that time I shaved my eyebrows for you wankers.”
And Mike just sits back and watches Dave sometimes, wishing they could be more than an occasional drunken bathroom fumble with Dave giggling in his ear as Mike gets him off.
Pairing: Mike/Dave implied.
Summary: “Mike, fan my balls, would ya?”
Word Count: 180. Not quite a drabble, not quite a full fic.
Rating: PG (13, if you're pedantic).
Warnings: A swear or two and mentions of sexual acts.
Disclaimer: I own everything, they're my bitches. Or, you know, not at all.
Author’s Notes: First post here and I made the worst first impression on the mods with my first attempt at posting. What did I do wrong? I did the header, tags, mood music, and everything and then forgot to include the fic...Fail? I think so.
Dave tastes like cigarettes and coffee and smells about the same but with a hint of aftershave. He has days where he can’t get the black greasepaint off his skin after playing Bollo and he’s always preoccupied with his dick in some form or another (“Mike, fan my balls, would ya?” “Fuck I need a piss. Where’s the loo?”).
He kisses like it’s something he was born to do, all skilled and never wrong. His hair is always messy and a little bit greasy. He still lives in a tiny flat on the outskirts of London, even though he could afford better. His cameras are pretty much extensions of his limbs and his laptop is filled with many random tour images. Every time he gets asked by Noel or Julian to do ‘em a favour, he kindly reminds them of “that time I shaved my eyebrows for you wankers.”
And Mike just sits back and watches Dave sometimes, wishing they could be more than an occasional drunken bathroom fumble with Dave giggling in his ear as Mike gets him off.
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Date: 2009-11-11 05:50 am (UTC)there needs to be more Mike/Dave out there, haha.
ps: I thought he had his eyebrows waxed, not shaved?
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Date: 2009-11-11 05:53 am (UTC)Hm. Idk. All I can remember is that he lost his eyebrows. I'll have to check that. x]
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Date: 2009-11-11 06:07 am (UTC)haha. no worries. I feel a bit bad for mentioning it, but it was niggling at me and I have this... need to mention shit that niggles at me. hahah.
xx
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Date: 2009-11-11 07:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-11 08:14 am (UTC)x