14 sheep in the heap
title: ice
pairing: sho/gino (amatverse)
word count: 267
rating: um, pg-13
"Lift your shirt up."
"Just take it off."
"You take it off."
A droplet of cold water hit the back of Sho's neck, then another. And another, and then several. Gino snickered quietly.
"Better hurry up or everything will get all wet."
There was a quiet grumble in response and Sho's shirt came up over his head, then tossed aside. And Sho leaned toward the desk in front of him, gripping the sides and sparing a glance over his shoulder. "Satisfied?"
"Not for awhile yet." Gino leaned forward, splaying damp, cold fingertips over the back of Sho's neck, brushing away the droplets of water that had been there before. And in his other hand he trailed right down Sho's spine with the piece of ice he was holding. Right from between his shoulders to his pants, watching with fascination as the ice seemed to melt immediately on contact. "You must be really warm. It's melting fast..."
Sho shifted, murmured a quiet sound of approval, then had to laugh, a little. "You have some zetta weird kinks, Braids."
"It's not a kink," Gino replied, sounding affronted. But he was still grinning, running the piece of ice back up Sho's back and along his shoulderblades. It was nearly melted entirely, and he watched the droplets of water roll down Sho's skin for all of a moment before leaning in to catch a few with his tongue (and barely withholding a pleased giggle-sort-of-laugh all the while).
This prompted another murmur from Sho, shoulders rolling back just a little. Yup, definitely a weird kink. But he could dig it, he supposed.
pairing: sho/gino (amatverse)
word count: 267
rating: um, pg-13
"Lift your shirt up."
"Just take it off."
"You take it off."
A droplet of cold water hit the back of Sho's neck, then another. And another, and then several. Gino snickered quietly.
"Better hurry up or everything will get all wet."
There was a quiet grumble in response and Sho's shirt came up over his head, then tossed aside. And Sho leaned toward the desk in front of him, gripping the sides and sparing a glance over his shoulder. "Satisfied?"
"Not for awhile yet." Gino leaned forward, splaying damp, cold fingertips over the back of Sho's neck, brushing away the droplets of water that had been there before. And in his other hand he trailed right down Sho's spine with the piece of ice he was holding. Right from between his shoulders to his pants, watching with fascination as the ice seemed to melt immediately on contact. "You must be really warm. It's melting fast..."
Sho shifted, murmured a quiet sound of approval, then had to laugh, a little. "You have some zetta weird kinks, Braids."
"It's not a kink," Gino replied, sounding affronted. But he was still grinning, running the piece of ice back up Sho's back and along his shoulderblades. It was nearly melted entirely, and he watched the droplets of water roll down Sho's skin for all of a moment before leaning in to catch a few with his tongue (and barely withholding a pleased giggle-sort-of-laugh all the while).
This prompted another murmur from Sho, shoulders rolling back just a little. Yup, definitely a weird kink. But he could dig it, he supposed.