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madwomanwithabox) wrote2005-07-05 08:36 pm
madwomanwithabox) wrote2005-07-05 08:36 pm
FICLET: Insomnia (Or Why Count Sheep When You Can Count Foxes?) - Foxshy
TITLE: Insomnia (Or Why Count Sheep When You Can Count Foxes?)
PAIRING: Foxshy
RATING: R
SUMMARY: After shooting the UK promo ad, Josh suffers from a little bit of insomnia.
A/N: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
foxxcub 'cause she rocks that hard. For rogueapprentice not only because she's the best frickin' beta of my life, but 'cause I finally fucking did it. I give you...TATLICKING! Mwahahahahahaaaaaaa...
Warning to any and all...this is RPS. If this is a squick? Please leave now.
Still with me?
Rock on. ;D
* * * * *
With a groan, Josh rolled over to check the clock again. 3AM. Goddamnit.
He could only thank God that the goddamn promo shoot was over and done with. Christ Almighty, how in the *hell* had he let himself get talked into dressing up like Jack-frigging-Sparrow? A day on the set filled with mortification...oh yeah. His idea of a good time.
Yeah, right.
Josh rolled onto his back, mind wandering back to the shoot again in spite of himself. The costumes had been pretty tricked out...even when he was modeling, he’d never had to go through the whole ‘high-class heroin chic’ thing, thank *God*...but fortunately, he’d been able to hang with Matt between takes. That alone made the whole thing bearable...then again, hanging with Matt made just about anything bearable. He’d felt like a fool in that ridiculous getup, but after some good-natured ribbing from Foxy it hadn’t seemed so bad. Lucky bastard had gotten off easy with the stuff they had him wearing...not for the first time, he found himself envying Matt’s good looks during the shoot. They guy had a slow-burn sex appeal that was undeniable, Josh would give him that, making it hard to put him in anything that would look remotely ridiculous...
Josh never realized that his eyes had drooped shut, only that he was a lot more relaxed than he had been a little while ago. Rolling over on his side, he burrowed his head into the pillow drowsily, the vision of Matt still in his mind’s eye as he drifted off to sleep.
* * * * *
The beach was blinding in its brilliance, a breeze tickling his skin as he walked through the white sand barefoot. He was dressed much the same as he’d been for the shoot...white pants with the black and white top, his hair loose around his shoulders.
Only this time there was no burning wreckage or camera crews...no cast, no background music to ‘set the mood.’
There was only him.
Matt was standing with his back to Josh, face turned into the ocean breeze with his hands in the pockets of his black slacks, arms bared by his tuxedo shirt with the sleeves cut away.
Josh walked towards him, the sand soft and cool against his feet as he made his way to where Matt
stood. His hands itched to settle on that tapered waist, his fingers burned to trace the tanned contours
of those broad shoulders.
Matt turned just as Josh reached him, seeming to know he was there. Dark eyes met crystal blue, and as is the way of dreams...no words were needed. No words existed...the world had narrowed to just the two of them, and that was all that mattered.
When their lips met, it was slowly and carefully, savoring each second of contact. Josh moaned as Matt’s tongue slid into his mouth, drawing his in at the same time. He tasted like forbidden fruit...salty sweet and sinful. Hands falling to Matt’s waist, Josh’s eyes fell shut as he learned the contours of Matt’s mouth through touch alone, memorized the way his stubble sang against Josh’s skin. He let the heat of Matt’s mouth sear him, shooting through him like a bolt of lightning as Matt curled one hand around the nape of Josh’s neck, fingers tunneling eagerly into his hair. They moved against his scalp, warm and strong, nails scraping lightly as he pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.
Josh finally pushed him down to the sand, landing atop him with a soft grunt, then a growl of raw need as he ground against Matt, leaning in to claim his lips again. The quick, sharp hiss of air that Matt
drew in, sounding vaguely like ‘ohfuckingjesus’ shot straight to Josh’s cock, making him groan into Matt’s
mouth. A similar sound escaped Josh as Matt responded, hips lifting to meet him as the friction between them built. Hungry mouths ravaged each other even as hands shaking with need smoothed away clothing to seek out bare skin. Gratefully tossing aside the goddamn stupid Dread Pirate Sawyer shirt, he swore softly when Matt’s mouth tenderly ravaged his bare throat and chest, then laughed softly as Matt’s thrusts against him grew more urgent when Josh bent to press his lips to Matt’s skin. Surrendering to a temptation he’d been fighting since they first met, he let his mouth explore the intricate design of the tattoo on Matt’s shoulder, delighting in the soft grunts and moans that tore out of Matt’s throat as his tongue darted out to trace the contours of the design.
Matt finally gripped Josh’s biceps and rolled him on his back, sliding his hand beneath the waistband of Josh’s pants. Josh let out a hoarse moan as Matt’s fingers wrapped around him, squeezing him in a firm grip. As Josh returned the favor, unfastening Matt’s fly to slip his hand inside, Matt’s eyes shut tight, his own sharp intake of breath drowned out by the roar of the ocean nearby...
...the steady...roaring...buzz of the ocean?...
* * * *
*BZZZ!! BZZZ! BZZZ!*
Josh’s head finally lifted from the pillow, blonde locks hanging in his eyes as he glared murderously at his alarm clock. With a snarl, he reached out to shut it off, then without missing a beat knocked it clean off his nightstand.
Shit...now not only was he going to be totally unable to look Matt in the eye on the set today...but he was going to have to do something about the almost painful hard on he now had.
That miserable, sexy bastard.
PAIRING: Foxshy
RATING: R
SUMMARY: After shooting the UK promo ad, Josh suffers from a little bit of insomnia.
A/N: For
foxxcub 'cause she rocks that hard. For rogueapprentice not only because she's the best frickin' beta of my life, but 'cause I finally fucking did it. I give you...TATLICKING! Mwahahahahahaaaaaaa...Warning to any and all...this is RPS. If this is a squick? Please leave now.
Still with me?
Rock on. ;D
* * * * *
With a groan, Josh rolled over to check the clock again. 3AM. Goddamnit.
He could only thank God that the goddamn promo shoot was over and done with. Christ Almighty, how in the *hell* had he let himself get talked into dressing up like Jack-frigging-Sparrow? A day on the set filled with mortification...oh yeah. His idea of a good time.
Yeah, right.
Josh rolled onto his back, mind wandering back to the shoot again in spite of himself. The costumes had been pretty tricked out...even when he was modeling, he’d never had to go through the whole ‘high-class heroin chic’ thing, thank *God*...but fortunately, he’d been able to hang with Matt between takes. That alone made the whole thing bearable...then again, hanging with Matt made just about anything bearable. He’d felt like a fool in that ridiculous getup, but after some good-natured ribbing from Foxy it hadn’t seemed so bad. Lucky bastard had gotten off easy with the stuff they had him wearing...not for the first time, he found himself envying Matt’s good looks during the shoot. They guy had a slow-burn sex appeal that was undeniable, Josh would give him that, making it hard to put him in anything that would look remotely ridiculous...
Josh never realized that his eyes had drooped shut, only that he was a lot more relaxed than he had been a little while ago. Rolling over on his side, he burrowed his head into the pillow drowsily, the vision of Matt still in his mind’s eye as he drifted off to sleep.
* * * * *
The beach was blinding in its brilliance, a breeze tickling his skin as he walked through the white sand barefoot. He was dressed much the same as he’d been for the shoot...white pants with the black and white top, his hair loose around his shoulders.
Only this time there was no burning wreckage or camera crews...no cast, no background music to ‘set the mood.’
There was only him.
Matt was standing with his back to Josh, face turned into the ocean breeze with his hands in the pockets of his black slacks, arms bared by his tuxedo shirt with the sleeves cut away.
Josh walked towards him, the sand soft and cool against his feet as he made his way to where Matt
stood. His hands itched to settle on that tapered waist, his fingers burned to trace the tanned contours
of those broad shoulders.
Matt turned just as Josh reached him, seeming to know he was there. Dark eyes met crystal blue, and as is the way of dreams...no words were needed. No words existed...the world had narrowed to just the two of them, and that was all that mattered.
When their lips met, it was slowly and carefully, savoring each second of contact. Josh moaned as Matt’s tongue slid into his mouth, drawing his in at the same time. He tasted like forbidden fruit...salty sweet and sinful. Hands falling to Matt’s waist, Josh’s eyes fell shut as he learned the contours of Matt’s mouth through touch alone, memorized the way his stubble sang against Josh’s skin. He let the heat of Matt’s mouth sear him, shooting through him like a bolt of lightning as Matt curled one hand around the nape of Josh’s neck, fingers tunneling eagerly into his hair. They moved against his scalp, warm and strong, nails scraping lightly as he pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.
Josh finally pushed him down to the sand, landing atop him with a soft grunt, then a growl of raw need as he ground against Matt, leaning in to claim his lips again. The quick, sharp hiss of air that Matt
drew in, sounding vaguely like ‘ohfuckingjesus’ shot straight to Josh’s cock, making him groan into Matt’s
mouth. A similar sound escaped Josh as Matt responded, hips lifting to meet him as the friction between them built. Hungry mouths ravaged each other even as hands shaking with need smoothed away clothing to seek out bare skin. Gratefully tossing aside the goddamn stupid Dread Pirate Sawyer shirt, he swore softly when Matt’s mouth tenderly ravaged his bare throat and chest, then laughed softly as Matt’s thrusts against him grew more urgent when Josh bent to press his lips to Matt’s skin. Surrendering to a temptation he’d been fighting since they first met, he let his mouth explore the intricate design of the tattoo on Matt’s shoulder, delighting in the soft grunts and moans that tore out of Matt’s throat as his tongue darted out to trace the contours of the design.
Matt finally gripped Josh’s biceps and rolled him on his back, sliding his hand beneath the waistband of Josh’s pants. Josh let out a hoarse moan as Matt’s fingers wrapped around him, squeezing him in a firm grip. As Josh returned the favor, unfastening Matt’s fly to slip his hand inside, Matt’s eyes shut tight, his own sharp intake of breath drowned out by the roar of the ocean nearby...
...the steady...roaring...buzz of the ocean?...
* * * *
*BZZZ!! BZZZ! BZZZ!*
Josh’s head finally lifted from the pillow, blonde locks hanging in his eyes as he glared murderously at his alarm clock. With a snarl, he reached out to shut it off, then without missing a beat knocked it clean off his nightstand.
Shit...now not only was he going to be totally unable to look Matt in the eye on the set today...but he was going to have to do something about the almost painful hard on he now had.
That miserable, sexy bastard.