Title: "Skipping the V"
Author: monimala
Fandom: VM
Rating/Classification: AC, Logan/Weevil, slash, adult language, nongraphic smut, ficlet.
Disclaimer: Rob Thomas is my Tiki God. All hail.
Summary: It's different now.
Weevil's knee is heavy in the center of his back. He spits out threads and lint from the turned-down duvet, laughing, softly, at the Grand's always-efficient service. "What, no mint on the pillow?"
"The fuck're you talking about, Man?" The whisper is rough against his throat, and he knows he can't explain, that it's not necessary anyway. The illustrious Eli Navarro isn't here for a trip inside his head. For polite conversation and canapes.
No, he's here for one thing…maybe one and a half.
"Nothing…I got nothing, oh wise Weevil," he assures, tongue tripping around the 'w', the 'e's and the 'l' and skipping the 'v' entirely. He pushes back, back against the biceps holding him down and the leg pinning him still.
The first time he fucked a guy was 6th grade, before Lilly and Neptune. He was ahead of his time, a quick study, and what else were movie stars' boys going to do while their daddies were doing lines in the living room? Unsteady hands jerking even unsteadier cocks, more than enough jerk and not enough circle.
It's different now. It's thick fingers spreading him open, teeth scraping along his jaw. He chuckles, gasps, and listens to Weevil's breath come in harsh gasps that go nicely with his own. They match. Like hotel towels.
They've been doing this for weeks.
Logan always did hate sleeping alone.
Sleeping at all.
So, this seems to be a welcome alternative.
Weevil drags his tongue all the way down the line of his spine and he arches up off the bed again. "Oh, fuck!" he gasps, hands fisting in the sheets.
"That's right…that's right, Echolls…give it to me…"
"I'm giving it all she's got, Captain," he cracks in a less-than-inspired brogue.
"Warp speed, huh?" Weevil laughs and then there's a hand sliding beneath him, closing around him and stroking slow in time with thrusts that shove him into the duvet again and again and again.
It's different now.
Better.
It's one thing.
Maybe one and a half.
--end--
February 12, 2006.