12 sheep in the heap
title: This Particular Moment
pairing: Gino/Spanner
rating: PG-13
word count: 724
Gino smiled in that dazed, romantic kind of way with his eyes half-lidded like he always did right around this particular moment, reaching up to situate the blond straddling his hips and slide his fingertips up along a bare side. It made him squirm and Gino laughed-- well, alright, it was more like a playful giggle. Then they moved in unison, even shuddered at the same time, just rolling their hips together, nothing too intense.
From underneath the blankets (and away from the sheets, where he was pulling on them as he always did right around this particular moment), Gino's other hand found Spanner's jaw and grazed it, up past his ear, then along the side of his neck, sifting his fingers through his hair and then gripping the back of his head and pulling him into a kiss. Quite possibly the hundredth one since before this particular moment. And he laughed when they both had to wince, since their lips were so bruised, and pulled away with another slow and slight motion against each other, just to keep the friction going.
"Think we're overdoing it," Gino commented.
"You're overdoing it."
"I'm always overdoing it. But you're not helping."
A long pause, during which time Spanner seemed bewildered, and then, finally-- a defeated sigh. "Forget it."
"What? Oh, come on, Spanner, that's not how it goes!" Gino protested, that sultry glimmer in his eye disappearing. Now it was just as if neither of them had been busy with anything at all.
Spanner, looking vexed, rolled off of Gino and flopped onto the bed with another long sigh. "You can't expect me to remember every single line."
"You remembered last time," said Gino, muttered under his breath as an aside. And then, in a normal tone, "You were supposed to say, 'Fine, then I'll help,' and that's when you--"
A flush rose to Spanner's cheeks (moreso than what there already was, at least). "I know what I was supposed to do after that."
"Well, alright then."
Silence fell between them for a moment or two, giving their argument time to be completely forgotten as they each realized in due time that they had been in the middle of something, recreating a past time or not, and that they had abruptly stopped and left themselves feeling painfully uncomfortable. And yet neither one turned toward the other, or said anything, instead just laying there and looking off in opposite directions.
Another minute passed.
And another.
Then Gino turned his head toward Spanner and nudged him with his elbow. "Hey."
"What."
"Wanna try it again from the top?"
"I'm not saying all of that again."
"Then we'll skip the line you forgot and just get to the good part."
"Doesn't that defeat the purpose of... whatever we're doing?"
"Playacting. And don't ask me, you wanted to do this one." Gino waved a hand dismissively, but in the faint light of the room it was clear he was still grinning.
"I wanted..." Spanner trailed off, rubbing the back of his arm uneasily. Gino's leer unnerved him, and he sighed again, exasperated. "Fine. Lay back."
"So commanding-!" Gino teased, rolling onto his back again and happily shifting this way and that once Spanner took up his position back on Gino's hips. He exhaled softly, expectant, tense-- and then reached up to touch Spanner's side again and get his attention. "I just thought of something."
Seeing as Spanner had just been about to get started (finalfuckingly), this newest interruption wasn't exactly welcomed warmly. "What?"
"I forgot to ask you what you thought of that new stuff I got."
"You're asking now?"
"Once you get going I won't be able to think of anything else! I need to ask while I remember it!"
This seemed a logical response (though still not very appreciated). Spanner frowned. "It was okay."
"Just okay?"
"Yes, just okay. The last stuff was better."
"Oh... but I thought since you could taste sweets now, maybe--"
"Yeah, but it had a bitter aftertaste. --look, can we--"
"Bitter aftertaste? Really? What a bummer. I was thinking about getting the cherry kind next time."
"--Gino, I really--"
Gino grinned an ever so cheeky grin. "Would that be okay-?"
"Fine. That's fine. Shut up now." And Spanner leaned back without any further ado, irritated--
--and Gino did everything but shut up.
pairing: Gino/Spanner
rating: PG-13
word count: 724
Gino smiled in that dazed, romantic kind of way with his eyes half-lidded like he always did right around this particular moment, reaching up to situate the blond straddling his hips and slide his fingertips up along a bare side. It made him squirm and Gino laughed-- well, alright, it was more like a playful giggle. Then they moved in unison, even shuddered at the same time, just rolling their hips together, nothing too intense.
From underneath the blankets (and away from the sheets, where he was pulling on them as he always did right around this particular moment), Gino's other hand found Spanner's jaw and grazed it, up past his ear, then along the side of his neck, sifting his fingers through his hair and then gripping the back of his head and pulling him into a kiss. Quite possibly the hundredth one since before this particular moment. And he laughed when they both had to wince, since their lips were so bruised, and pulled away with another slow and slight motion against each other, just to keep the friction going.
"Think we're overdoing it," Gino commented.
"You're overdoing it."
"I'm always overdoing it. But you're not helping."
A long pause, during which time Spanner seemed bewildered, and then, finally-- a defeated sigh. "Forget it."
"What? Oh, come on, Spanner, that's not how it goes!" Gino protested, that sultry glimmer in his eye disappearing. Now it was just as if neither of them had been busy with anything at all.
Spanner, looking vexed, rolled off of Gino and flopped onto the bed with another long sigh. "You can't expect me to remember every single line."
"You remembered last time," said Gino, muttered under his breath as an aside. And then, in a normal tone, "You were supposed to say, 'Fine, then I'll help,' and that's when you--"
A flush rose to Spanner's cheeks (moreso than what there already was, at least). "I know what I was supposed to do after that."
"Well, alright then."
Silence fell between them for a moment or two, giving their argument time to be completely forgotten as they each realized in due time that they had been in the middle of something, recreating a past time or not, and that they had abruptly stopped and left themselves feeling painfully uncomfortable. And yet neither one turned toward the other, or said anything, instead just laying there and looking off in opposite directions.
Another minute passed.
And another.
Then Gino turned his head toward Spanner and nudged him with his elbow. "Hey."
"What."
"Wanna try it again from the top?"
"I'm not saying all of that again."
"Then we'll skip the line you forgot and just get to the good part."
"Doesn't that defeat the purpose of... whatever we're doing?"
"Playacting. And don't ask me, you wanted to do this one." Gino waved a hand dismissively, but in the faint light of the room it was clear he was still grinning.
"I wanted..." Spanner trailed off, rubbing the back of his arm uneasily. Gino's leer unnerved him, and he sighed again, exasperated. "Fine. Lay back."
"So commanding-!" Gino teased, rolling onto his back again and happily shifting this way and that once Spanner took up his position back on Gino's hips. He exhaled softly, expectant, tense-- and then reached up to touch Spanner's side again and get his attention. "I just thought of something."
Seeing as Spanner had just been about to get started (finalfuckingly), this newest interruption wasn't exactly welcomed warmly. "What?"
"I forgot to ask you what you thought of that new stuff I got."
"You're asking now?"
"Once you get going I won't be able to think of anything else! I need to ask while I remember it!"
This seemed a logical response (though still not very appreciated). Spanner frowned. "It was okay."
"Just okay?"
"Yes, just okay. The last stuff was better."
"Oh... but I thought since you could taste sweets now, maybe--"
"Yeah, but it had a bitter aftertaste. --look, can we--"
"Bitter aftertaste? Really? What a bummer. I was thinking about getting the cherry kind next time."
"--Gino, I really--"
Gino grinned an ever so cheeky grin. "Would that be okay-?"
"Fine. That's fine. Shut up now." And Spanner leaned back without any further ado, irritated--
--and Gino did everything but shut up.