#Like his fave thing to do curled up on his cushion is to chew a blanket or lightly gnaw my fingers

[teaboot]

The don't bite me bottle? Do you spray him when he bites you?

I started with just yelping and disengaging when he bites

Then I tried hissing

My mom said to pinch him when he bites, but I'd rather maintain our level of trust rn without him thinking I might hurt him for any reason

I tried making abrupt noises or movements to spook him off

I tried playing dead

And, finally, I have resorted to the spray bottle

Which.

Also does not work.

God help me

[keelywolfe]

Drabble: Easily Distracted (baon)

Summary:   Working from home seems like a good idea, but it has a few...challenges.

Notes:  So, I'm sick and I'm also working from home myself, and I'm too tired to brain, but damn if I didn't need something with my fave boys. ^_^

Tags:  Spicyhoney, Established Relationship, Sexy Boys Flirting

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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One of the worst things about working from home was the constant distractions.

When Edge worked in the office, he was alone, barring any meetings or occasional interruptions from Janice. Here at home, his will to work faced unexpected challenges.

Challenges aptly named Stretch.

Not five minutes ago, Edge was deep in an excel worksheet and nearly finished when Stretch sat next to him on the sofa. A single glance at him was enough for him to fumble his typing and he cursed silently, deleting the alphabet soup jumble from the cell.

Not that it was Stretch’s fault, it wasn’t as if he was attempting to get his attention. In fact, all he was doing was eating toast.

It was the way that he was eating it that was the problem.

To begin with, each nicely browned slice was glistening with a pool of melted butter that was then glazed over with entirely too much honey, which turned what could have been a light snack into an overly-sugary dessert. When Stretch picked up a slice, sticky dribbles ran sluggishly down his hand, trailing all the way his wrist.

Stretch never even looked away from the television, he only lifted his hand to his mouth and lapped up that line of golden sweetness with near pornographic intensity, the curl of his light orange tongue against the paleness of his bones mesmerizing. It did not help that the color of the honey was rather obscenely similar to Stretch’s magic and watching him sucking each of his fingers clean in turn was enough to leave Edge flustered, heat rising uncomfortable in his pants.

“Stretch?” Edge tried, wincing at the revealing hoarseness.

“hmm?” Stretch sounded distracted and perhaps he was; the television was playing one of the cheesy old science fiction movies that he adored so much, his attention was split between that and the messy remnants of his toast. His tongue flicked out again, sinfully darting between each one of his phalanges in search of every droplet of sweet honey.

Fuck.

Edge tried subtly to clear his throat, but there was still a lingering roughness in his voice as he asked, “Would you like me to get you a napkin?”

“huh? oh, yeah.” Stretch held up his sticky hand and his smile was merely sheepish, not even hinting at the easy slyness that Edge knew oh, so well. It was not a smile to be trusted, lies hidden behind those teeth as well as a tongue that slid lightly across them while Edge watched before he said, “nah, i’m good, babe, thanks anyway.”

He took another bite of his toast, chewing amicably and it shouldn’t have been seductive, it shouldn’t, except for the way Stretch sucked a finger into his mouth again with aching slowness, sighing around it before pulling it free with a sound like an obscenity, tongue sweeping over the tip.

Edge closed the lid of his laptop and carefully set it on the side table. He reached out and took the plate from Stretch’s lap, ignoring his startled, “hey!” even as he pushed him down on the sofa cushions, straddling his slim hips. That protest faded quickly and there was the slyness Edge was searching for, not in his smile but shining in his eye lights, richly obvious.

“sorry, babe, didn’t mean to distract you.” He settled his hands on Edge’s pelvis, thumbs stroking up beneath his shirt along his iliac crests. That sultry, taunting tongue curled invitingly along Stretch’s teeth.

“Liar,” Edge accused, already breathless and wanting, but he didn’t give Stretch a chance to improve on his lie. He leaned in swiftly, taking that teasing mouth with his own and beneath the thick honeyed sweetness was the taste of Stretch, of his love.

Business might be taking a little longer to get finished while he worked from home, but Edge wasn’t complaining. Some things were worth the distraction.

-finis-

[lihikainanea]

Bill and Tiger being regular dumb roommates and doing regular dumb roommate shit (when they’re not busy being in love and bonking) Just Bill and Tiger eating each other’s left overs and putting cling film on the toilet and making the other watch stupid movies or going to Costcos at 2 in the morning because somebody said they’d buy milk and then they didn’t

Okay but nani, what if they do that adorable thing where they bring their leftovers from the restaurant and just kinda toss it to the other on the couch?

I mean, my god. My heart. Tiger goes out for a nice dinner with friends, right, but it’s one of those pub style places and her plate is huge and even though she unbuttoned her pants she STILL can’t finish it. And when the waiter asks if she wants a doggy bag, she originally says no until she remembers that her human vaccuum/Fave Good Dude is back between shoots. So she packs up the rest of her food for him, because Bill will basically eat anything, anytime, and she drives home (her pants still undone, definitely).

And when she walks into her place Bill is slouched on her sofa, his feet on the coffee table but his legs are so long that they’re hanging off the other end of the coffee table. He’s shirtless but done up in some sort of fluffy blanket cape, an open bag of chips on his stomach. He smiles wide at her and she grins, tosses the brown bag to him and the idiot makes an actual delighted sound when it lands on him.

She’s not even on the sofa yet and he’s already tearing into the bag, shoving a bite of the gigantic sandwich or something into his mouth. She laughs, puts a knee on the cushion beside him, leans over him.

“Hey, how about a kiss first you hoover?” she asks. He smiles and takes another huge bite, puckering his lips, making kissy noises with his cheeks full of food. She wrinkles her nose in disgust.

“Or you could swallow first?” she suggests, and at the mischievous quirk of his brow, just as soon as she saw that first dimple start to appear, she clamped a hand over his mouth.

“Don’t,” she said, “Just don’t. Chew.”

He chewed slowly, keeping her gaze as his eyes crinkled with stifled mischief.

“Swallow.”

A big gulp and she felt his lips move beneath her hand as he smiled. She removed her hand, and he swiped at the crumbs on his mouth.

“Kiss now,” she said, and she cupped his cheeks with her hands and tilted his head up. She kissed him slow and sweet, and when she pulled away she fell onto the couch beside him as he shoved another huge bite of food into his mouth. She curled up, tucking her feet under his thigh and he raised it a little so she could sneak them all the way under.

“Hwwwmmmfday?” he asked. 

“I don’t speak Swedish,” she rolled her eyes.

A playful glare that held the edge of a warning, and a thrill ran through her as he kept her gaze until his mouthful was done.

“No, but your fluency in sass is pretty solid tonight. You’re gonna want to watch that, kid,” he warned. But he didn’t miss the slight shiver that she gave, the way her legs closed just a little tighter, how her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth.

“How was your day?” he tried again.

“It was good, long but okay. You?” she asked, but now she was suddenly heating up. That beautiful jaw on display with a smattering of stubble on it, a strong arm poking out of his blanket fort, those cheekbones sharp and defined on his profile.

“S’Good, kid,” he ran his hand up her calf and she tingled, “Thanks for the food, that was sweet.”

“You should spank me for it.”

Stunned, his hand paused halfway to his mouth. He quirked a brow at her.

“...what?”

 Her eyes widened as she nodded convincingly.

“You should definitely spank me for it,” she said, “I did something bad. Sweet would have been to bring you a whole sandwich. I brought you half of one. Bad. You know what to do with bad girls.”

And in an instant she was up, and pulling on his hands for him to stand too.

“But tiger, my sandwich...” he gazed at it longingly as she pulled him to the bedroom. She was strong like an ox when she needed to be.

“Sorry big bird, I don’t make the rules. I just break’em.”