Have You Ever Heard Of Evil Canevil (No I Never Saw Star Wars)
Title: Have You Ever Heard Of Evil Canevil (No I Never Saw Star Wars)
Author: Ricey (yeah that's me baby)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own, only know through stalking and if it happened then this is a win for me.
Summary: The burning questions are asked and answered.
Author's Note: So this started out as a drabble in
megyal's drabblefest for the ultra amazing lesinnocents. And it just kinda went from there. Mentions of Joe/Andy are as equal as mentions of Pete/Patrick. If there are any spacing or so problems, let me know. I'm updating viasidekick and just barely getting the hang of ljhtml. Other than that, enjoy.
"Chewy? Just because of the hair?"
Andy chewed on a chip thoughtfully. "Not just because of the hair. Because he looks like he's you."
Joe turned from the tv with a squinted eye. "That an insult?"
Andy shook his head, brushing chip crumbs off the front of his shirt. "No. He just looks like the kind of guy that'd be down for anything." Andy grinned at Joe, accepting the small kiss of appreciation.
*
"I'm Lando," Pete argued, balling up a napkin and tossing it at Patrick.
"Oh come on, you're Jar Jar Binks if anyone," Patrick scoffed, pushing up his glasses.
"We're sticking to the older trilogy," Pete clarified. "And I'm insulted that you would even put my name in the same sentence as Jar Jar."
Patrick caught Joe's arm as he walked back onto the bus, smelling of cigarettes. "Pete's saying he's Lando Calrissian."
"He's Yoda."
"Yoda," they both exclaim. Pete smirks and Patrick throws the napkin right on his lips. "You mean I'm wise and timeless?"
"No you're small and kind of crazy."
Patrick starts laughing till the napkin weapon comes sailing back into his mouth.
*
"Does this mean I'm Han Solo," Andy breathed onto Joe's leg.
Joe shifted to give him more leverage. "No he's too cool."
Andy's head shot up. "You say that now?"
Joe grinned. "Two words." Andy's grin was hidden by his hair as his head went back down. "Lando Calrissian."
Andy made the swirling motion with his tongue that made Joe arch upwards. Joe started panting, spent with his eyes half closed. Andy crawled upwards and kissed his nipple. "Lando huh? I could live with that."
Joe groaned when Andy flicked his tongue over his hard nipple. "Yeah...you're definitely Lando."
*
"So Yoda," Patrick mused, looking down at the boy laying on his lap. "Who am I?"
Pete put his sidekick down. "I am NOT Yoda and who do you think you are?"
Patrick bit his lip, which caused Pete to lick his. "Jaba."
Pete's eyebrows fused themselves together. "Why?" Patrick drummed his fingers on his belly. "Bullshit. I think you're an ewok."
Fingers stopped drumming and grey eyes glanced down to his chocolate ones. "You think I'm a robot worshiping bear?"
"You think I'm a robot?"
"Don't flatter yourself, robots are more put together than you." Patrick giggled when Pete's fingers poked his side. "So an ewok? Calling me cute and cuddly and all that shit?"
Pete got up and straddled his thighs. He hugged Patrick to himself and tasted his lips. He smacked them together and leaned his forehead against Patrick's, his ASU hat flipping up. "Yep...an ewok."
*
"I think you're more of a Luke Skywalker," Patrick murmured against the thorns tattooed on Pete's collarbone. "You know." One thorn. "Angsty." One more. "Always trying to be the hero." A tongue sweep of them.
Pete coughed when Patrick's tongue moved up to trace his Adam's apple. Patrick was fasincated when it bobbed. "Luke? Come on, he was a bit of a pussy. I think I'm more of a Vader character."
Pale but milky smooth hands moved over his dark nipples, the fingers missing the nipple rings. "Darth Vader?" A slow trace of the infamous belly tattoo. "No, you aren't that fucked up. You wouldn't cut your own kid's hand off."
Pete giggled when he felt fingers ghosting around his sides. "You're right. So that only leaves one person. Han Solo."
Patrick looked up from where he was concentrating on Pete's boxers, eyebrows quirked. "Han Solo?"
Pete scoffed, spanning his boyfriend's (or whatever they were that night) waist. "You know, Han. He's fucking it baby." He grinned against the smooth neck that never failed to amaze him.
"He's cool." A small kiss where his vocal cords are. "He's quick on his feet." Hands tangled in his hair as he nibbled nimbly on an earlobe. "And he gets the girl." A slight graze of the teeth on the sensitive spot behind the ear, the spot that makes Patrick melt.
He felt the fingers in his hair go lax and the foot that was rubbing his thigh drop. "I love you," is the breathy retort. Pete pulled back and smiled at Patrick's half closed lids.
"I know."
Author: Ricey (yeah that's me baby)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own, only know through stalking and if it happened then this is a win for me.
Summary: The burning questions are asked and answered.
Author's Note: So this started out as a drabble in
megyal's drabblefest for the ultra amazing lesinnocents. And it just kinda went from there. Mentions of Joe/Andy are as equal as mentions of Pete/Patrick. If there are any spacing or so problems, let me know. I'm updating viasidekick and just barely getting the hang of ljhtml. Other than that, enjoy."Chewy? Just because of the hair?"
Andy chewed on a chip thoughtfully. "Not just because of the hair. Because he looks like he's you."
Joe turned from the tv with a squinted eye. "That an insult?"
Andy shook his head, brushing chip crumbs off the front of his shirt. "No. He just looks like the kind of guy that'd be down for anything." Andy grinned at Joe, accepting the small kiss of appreciation.
*
"I'm Lando," Pete argued, balling up a napkin and tossing it at Patrick.
"Oh come on, you're Jar Jar Binks if anyone," Patrick scoffed, pushing up his glasses.
"We're sticking to the older trilogy," Pete clarified. "And I'm insulted that you would even put my name in the same sentence as Jar Jar."
Patrick caught Joe's arm as he walked back onto the bus, smelling of cigarettes. "Pete's saying he's Lando Calrissian."
"He's Yoda."
"Yoda," they both exclaim. Pete smirks and Patrick throws the napkin right on his lips. "You mean I'm wise and timeless?"
"No you're small and kind of crazy."
Patrick starts laughing till the napkin weapon comes sailing back into his mouth.
*
"Does this mean I'm Han Solo," Andy breathed onto Joe's leg.
Joe shifted to give him more leverage. "No he's too cool."
Andy's head shot up. "You say that now?"
Joe grinned. "Two words." Andy's grin was hidden by his hair as his head went back down. "Lando Calrissian."
Andy made the swirling motion with his tongue that made Joe arch upwards. Joe started panting, spent with his eyes half closed. Andy crawled upwards and kissed his nipple. "Lando huh? I could live with that."
Joe groaned when Andy flicked his tongue over his hard nipple. "Yeah...you're definitely Lando."
*
"So Yoda," Patrick mused, looking down at the boy laying on his lap. "Who am I?"
Pete put his sidekick down. "I am NOT Yoda and who do you think you are?"
Patrick bit his lip, which caused Pete to lick his. "Jaba."
Pete's eyebrows fused themselves together. "Why?" Patrick drummed his fingers on his belly. "Bullshit. I think you're an ewok."
Fingers stopped drumming and grey eyes glanced down to his chocolate ones. "You think I'm a robot worshiping bear?"
"You think I'm a robot?"
"Don't flatter yourself, robots are more put together than you." Patrick giggled when Pete's fingers poked his side. "So an ewok? Calling me cute and cuddly and all that shit?"
Pete got up and straddled his thighs. He hugged Patrick to himself and tasted his lips. He smacked them together and leaned his forehead against Patrick's, his ASU hat flipping up. "Yep...an ewok."
*
"I think you're more of a Luke Skywalker," Patrick murmured against the thorns tattooed on Pete's collarbone. "You know." One thorn. "Angsty." One more. "Always trying to be the hero." A tongue sweep of them.
Pete coughed when Patrick's tongue moved up to trace his Adam's apple. Patrick was fasincated when it bobbed. "Luke? Come on, he was a bit of a pussy. I think I'm more of a Vader character."
Pale but milky smooth hands moved over his dark nipples, the fingers missing the nipple rings. "Darth Vader?" A slow trace of the infamous belly tattoo. "No, you aren't that fucked up. You wouldn't cut your own kid's hand off."
Pete giggled when he felt fingers ghosting around his sides. "You're right. So that only leaves one person. Han Solo."
Patrick looked up from where he was concentrating on Pete's boxers, eyebrows quirked. "Han Solo?"
Pete scoffed, spanning his boyfriend's (or whatever they were that night) waist. "You know, Han. He's fucking it baby." He grinned against the smooth neck that never failed to amaze him.
"He's cool." A small kiss where his vocal cords are. "He's quick on his feet." Hands tangled in his hair as he nibbled nimbly on an earlobe. "And he gets the girl." A slight graze of the teeth on the sensitive spot behind the ear, the spot that makes Patrick melt.
He felt the fingers in his hair go lax and the foot that was rubbing his thigh drop. "I love you," is the breathy retort. Pete pulled back and smiled at Patrick's half closed lids.
"I know."