Schnookums
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Category:
+M to R › Outlaw Star
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,775
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Outlaw Star, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Schnookums
“Morning, schnookums.”
“Fred.” Gene’s smile was saccharine, and his voice could have candied apples. “Call me that again, and I will fucking end you.”
Fred only chuckled, leaning forward to kiss the redhead’s nose, purposefully ignoring the way it crinkled in distaste.
“Always with the sweet talk.” Rubbing his eyes, Gene quickly took stock of the situation. Having just been roused, he was still tangled amidst the bed sheets, naked, and delightfully rumpled. Fred, on the other hand, looked as though he had been awake for at least half-an-hour; long enough to be showered, dressed, and ready for a day of business.
This was nothing new, but Gene found a small, disgustingly feminine portion of himself ache to spend a lazy morning together in bed with his lover.
His sleepy reverie was interrupted when a pair of lips pressed against his own, tongue gently requesting entry. He complied readily, not yet awake enough to demand dominance of the kiss, letting Fred do as he would.
“Darling, you need to brush your teeth.”
Gene snorted, lightly shoving the other man away. “Forgive me, sweetheart, but some of us just woke up.”
“Ge-ene, I love it when you call me pet-names…” Fred bent down to tongue the conspicuous kiss mark he had left the previous night on the other man’s neck. Gene sighed softly, lifting an arm to curl loosely around the other man’s back.
Pulling back luxuriously—the man never rushed; Fred’s sense of timing was notoriously flawless—Fred became all business in an instant. “If you’d like another clean get away, I’d suggest the south-eastern exit today.” His grin was mischievous. “Security should be diverted to another location in… oh, say an hour.”
His hesitation almost passed unnoticed. “Then again… maybe not so secretive today…?” A glance at scared blue eyes was all it took. “Ah, no, that would be silly.” Fred’s smile was a little sad, but a smile nonetheless. “Well, darling, some of us have work to do.” With a final peck to Gene’s forehead, Fred stood, gently smoothing his shirt.
Maybe just a month ago, Gene would have hesitated, but a man could change. He reached out, catching Fred’s hand as he began to move away. “When can I see you again?”
Fred turned, looking almost surprised, if not a little touched. “Why, anytime you like, Ge-ene.” His smile was small, and almost shy. “Anytime you like.”
“Fred.” Gene’s smile was saccharine, and his voice could have candied apples. “Call me that again, and I will fucking end you.”
Fred only chuckled, leaning forward to kiss the redhead’s nose, purposefully ignoring the way it crinkled in distaste.
“Always with the sweet talk.” Rubbing his eyes, Gene quickly took stock of the situation. Having just been roused, he was still tangled amidst the bed sheets, naked, and delightfully rumpled. Fred, on the other hand, looked as though he had been awake for at least half-an-hour; long enough to be showered, dressed, and ready for a day of business.
This was nothing new, but Gene found a small, disgustingly feminine portion of himself ache to spend a lazy morning together in bed with his lover.
His sleepy reverie was interrupted when a pair of lips pressed against his own, tongue gently requesting entry. He complied readily, not yet awake enough to demand dominance of the kiss, letting Fred do as he would.
“Darling, you need to brush your teeth.”
Gene snorted, lightly shoving the other man away. “Forgive me, sweetheart, but some of us just woke up.”
“Ge-ene, I love it when you call me pet-names…” Fred bent down to tongue the conspicuous kiss mark he had left the previous night on the other man’s neck. Gene sighed softly, lifting an arm to curl loosely around the other man’s back.
Pulling back luxuriously—the man never rushed; Fred’s sense of timing was notoriously flawless—Fred became all business in an instant. “If you’d like another clean get away, I’d suggest the south-eastern exit today.” His grin was mischievous. “Security should be diverted to another location in… oh, say an hour.”
His hesitation almost passed unnoticed. “Then again… maybe not so secretive today…?” A glance at scared blue eyes was all it took. “Ah, no, that would be silly.” Fred’s smile was a little sad, but a smile nonetheless. “Well, darling, some of us have work to do.” With a final peck to Gene’s forehead, Fred stood, gently smoothing his shirt.
Maybe just a month ago, Gene would have hesitated, but a man could change. He reached out, catching Fred’s hand as he began to move away. “When can I see you again?”
Fred turned, looking almost surprised, if not a little touched. “Why, anytime you like, Ge-ene.” His smile was small, and almost shy. “Anytime you like.”