RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Normal is a statistic based upon a majority.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them
NOTES: Beta’ed by my lovely allmannerofsins. Special shout-out to robstenfan_93, who has been patiently waiting for this set of drabbles. :)
| Prompt Table 2: Skinny Love | ||||
| 1. | 2. | 3. | 4. | 5. |
| {Game} | {Dance} | |||
| 6. | 7. | 8. | 9. | 10. |
| 11. | 12. | 13. | 14. | 15. |
| {Lullaby} | ||||
| 16. | 17. | 18. | 19. | 20. |
| {Thumb} | {Trust} | |||
{Swim} Contaminating the Water
“Rob!” Kristen giggled. “Not here,” she said, pushing him away and swimming to the other side of the pool.
He was quick to get to her side again, pinning her up against the wall of the pool. “Why not?”
“Uh, because Tom is inside and could come out and see us!” she said, exaggerating the duh tone in her voice.
“He’d like it.”
She scoffed. “Yeah, that’s gonna make me want to fuck you in the pool…the promise of your bestie watching us from the kitchen window.”
He didn’t fail to notice how she didn’t fight him as his hand moved between her thighs and slid the crotch of her swimsuit to the side.
{Sunglasses} Hide the guilt
Rob glanced at Kristen as she made her way into the kitchen, going straight for the coffeepot. “Love, what’s with the Raybans?”
“I can’t look at him,” she muttered, gesturing half-heartedly to where Tom sat at the table.
Tom snickered and she whipped around, giving him the finger.
“You know, it’s my house, I should be able to fuck my boyfriend in the shower without having to worry about wankers like you barging in wondering if we got more beer!”
Tom and Rob were silent for a moment, staring at her with their eyes as wide as saucers and their jaws practically touching the floor.
“Well then, that settles it,” Rob finally said. “Tom will buy the beer from now on.”
Kristen groaned and made her way to the doorway.
“I wear my sunglasses at night!” Tom sing-songed.
She flipped him off again.
{Comfortable} On the couch
Kristen grinned as Rob bit back a moan when her hand slipped snuggly around his cock.
Her eyes were glued to the old black and white movie that the three of them had decided on that night.
Rob let out a small groan and Tom glanced over at them, shaking his head when he saw the expression on Rob’s face.
“You two are ridiculous.”
“Why?” Kristen asked innocently. “Because we’re snuggling on the couch?”
Rob snorted and then choked when Kristen’s grip around his cock tightened.
Tom rolled his eyes. “Whatever floats your boat, Stew.”
She grinned. “Wanna hand us a couple of tissues, Tommy?”
“Tom! Breakfast is ready!” Rob yelled, pounding on the door.
Tom jumped out of bed, confused. “Holy shit, I need to go home,” he muttered to himself.
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