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A little Fabian/Jakob for your Sunday night/Monday morning. Set the same morning as know your pepperoni.
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15minuteficlets word was oblivious. Spoiled for choice, I decided to go with something completely different.
Jakob woke up slowly, the darkened room giving no clues as to time and his myopia reducing the numbers on the digital clock to a meaningless smear. The room smelled like sex and lemongrass cologne and the peculiar manufactured scent of fake strawberry, and he lay very still for a moment before reaching out to find his glasses, hoping to bring some clarity to the situation.
And light. He flicked on the bedside lamp, illuminating the room with a yellow glow.
Fabian was kneeling in the middle of the floor, surrounded by torn-off clothes and cards from their ill-fated game of strip-fifty-two-pickup, digging under the bed for something. Grinning to himself, Jakob climbed over to the far side and leaned over, peering underneath at him. "Good morning, you delicious little morsel, you."
"Hi." Fabian looked up, brushing the dust bunnies out of his hair.
"Is there a reason that you're under the bed with your cute little ass in the air, or is it just to make yourself that much more approachable?" Jakob grinned, licking his lips.
"I'm hungry."
"So am I after looking at you like that."
Fabian got to his feet, turning around in a swirl of hair and poking around in the small kitchenette. Jakob pulled himself back up onto the bed, noticing for the first time that all the cupboard doors were open.
"Love," he commented mildly, "I'm over here ... waiting ..."
"Don't you have any cereal?"
"What?"
"Cereal! You know, Sugar Frosties, Fruit Rockets, Hyperexploding Chocolate Frosted Marshmallow Bombs?"
"Hyperexploding whats?" Jakob fidgeted with his glasses for a moment.
Fabian spun on his heel again and stared, eyes wide and innocent enough that he could have fallen out of the pages of the yaoi manga hidden furtively under the mattress. "You ... you've never ... you don't have Hyperexploding Chocolate Frosted Marshmallow Bombs? You know, now with real exploding marshmallows? A prize in every box?"
Jakob's blank look seemed to answer his question for him, and he groaned, falling down into the desk chair. "Oh my God, what am I gonna do?"
"Me?"
"I've eaten a bowl of hyperexploding chocolate frosted marshmallow bombs every day for the past twenty years! I'm addicted! I get withdrawal headaches!" Fabian buried his face in his hands. "What am I going to do without that delicious flavour exploding in my mouth every morning?"
"Find a different flavour to explode in your mouth, I expect." The smile crept back onto Jakob's lips again, wolfish and predatory, and he patted his lap. "I'll help you find one, if you like."
"I can't deal with this."
Jakob sighed deeply as the realization dawned on him that he wasn't going to get anything before they solved the cereal conundrum with some kind of vague half-truce. Leaning over, he picked up a shirt off the floor. "All right ... all right ... we'll go out, we'll find something."
"It won't be the same." Fabian grumbled, reluctantly picking up his clothes.
"I'm sure it'll be fine." Jakob's voice dipped into a half-mutter. "Godverdomme, when I said I liked them young and tasty looking, I didn't mean like this, this is just ... I can't believe this. I mean, if there are too many mornings like this I might have to reconsider." His eyes fell on Fabian's long, slender hands as he buttoned up the leather jeans he'd been wearing the night before, and he froze for a moment and then sighed. "Oh, who am I kidding, I'm in this up to my neck, I might as well enjoy myself. All right, schnookiebaby, let's go ... find some ... chocolatey mouth exploding ... something, whatever."
Today's
15minuteficlets word was oblivious. Spoiled for choice, I decided to go with something completely different.Jakob woke up slowly, the darkened room giving no clues as to time and his myopia reducing the numbers on the digital clock to a meaningless smear. The room smelled like sex and lemongrass cologne and the peculiar manufactured scent of fake strawberry, and he lay very still for a moment before reaching out to find his glasses, hoping to bring some clarity to the situation.
And light. He flicked on the bedside lamp, illuminating the room with a yellow glow.
Fabian was kneeling in the middle of the floor, surrounded by torn-off clothes and cards from their ill-fated game of strip-fifty-two-pickup, digging under the bed for something. Grinning to himself, Jakob climbed over to the far side and leaned over, peering underneath at him. "Good morning, you delicious little morsel, you."
"Hi." Fabian looked up, brushing the dust bunnies out of his hair.
"Is there a reason that you're under the bed with your cute little ass in the air, or is it just to make yourself that much more approachable?" Jakob grinned, licking his lips.
"I'm hungry."
"So am I after looking at you like that."
Fabian got to his feet, turning around in a swirl of hair and poking around in the small kitchenette. Jakob pulled himself back up onto the bed, noticing for the first time that all the cupboard doors were open.
"Love," he commented mildly, "I'm over here ... waiting ..."
"Don't you have any cereal?"
"What?"
"Cereal! You know, Sugar Frosties, Fruit Rockets, Hyperexploding Chocolate Frosted Marshmallow Bombs?"
"Hyperexploding whats?" Jakob fidgeted with his glasses for a moment.
Fabian spun on his heel again and stared, eyes wide and innocent enough that he could have fallen out of the pages of the yaoi manga hidden furtively under the mattress. "You ... you've never ... you don't have Hyperexploding Chocolate Frosted Marshmallow Bombs? You know, now with real exploding marshmallows? A prize in every box?"
Jakob's blank look seemed to answer his question for him, and he groaned, falling down into the desk chair. "Oh my God, what am I gonna do?"
"Me?"
"I've eaten a bowl of hyperexploding chocolate frosted marshmallow bombs every day for the past twenty years! I'm addicted! I get withdrawal headaches!" Fabian buried his face in his hands. "What am I going to do without that delicious flavour exploding in my mouth every morning?"
"Find a different flavour to explode in your mouth, I expect." The smile crept back onto Jakob's lips again, wolfish and predatory, and he patted his lap. "I'll help you find one, if you like."
"I can't deal with this."
Jakob sighed deeply as the realization dawned on him that he wasn't going to get anything before they solved the cereal conundrum with some kind of vague half-truce. Leaning over, he picked up a shirt off the floor. "All right ... all right ... we'll go out, we'll find something."
"It won't be the same." Fabian grumbled, reluctantly picking up his clothes.
"I'm sure it'll be fine." Jakob's voice dipped into a half-mutter. "Godverdomme, when I said I liked them young and tasty looking, I didn't mean like this, this is just ... I can't believe this. I mean, if there are too many mornings like this I might have to reconsider." His eyes fell on Fabian's long, slender hands as he buttoned up the leather jeans he'd been wearing the night before, and he froze for a moment and then sighed. "Oh, who am I kidding, I'm in this up to my neck, I might as well enjoy myself. All right, schnookiebaby, let's go ... find some ... chocolatey mouth exploding ... something, whatever."