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fellowshippers2002-09-18 04:41 pm
nunki.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2002-09-18 04:41 pm
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I should really stop calling this a drabble.
Vin looked at Marton, Marton looked at Vin. Interplay of eyes scanning faces, trying to read thoughts. Vin swallowed, eyeing Marton's leather coat and pants. He must be hot in those. Wonder if I can get it across that he should take them off. Vin, sighing, reached down, muscles rippling, and pulled off his own shirt - white, muscle sleeved, tight. Watching Marton for a reaction. Marton, still looking amused but also decidedly predatory, looked Vin up and down, nodding. When his eyes met Vin's again, there was a rawness and hunger in them. It's not just me. He's gonna -
Marton eyed the confused film crew. "I think you had better go", he said rather pleasantly to them. "I highly doubt he's gonna do any more work right now (indicating Vin)".Muttering among themselves, they left, and now Vin was standing, half-naked, alone in the dimly lit passage with Marton. Marton turned away suddenly, stripping off his coat, pulling off the black knit shirt. Revealing a broad, muscled back and shoulders. Vin swallowed hard. Marton turned around, his chest and arms in full view.
Coming closer to Vin, closer, until they were inches apart and Vin could smell Marton, could see the ink of his 'tattoo', and realize that he was very, very hard, aroused - and Marton, taking him by the shoulders, seized his mouth with dusky, swollen lips. Vin groaned into the kiss, leaning forward, seeking the bare tautness of Marton's chest against his own. Marton's tongue danced inside Vin's mouth as he tried to catch it, muttering unintelligible things that mingled with the growls of Marton. "Fuck, man, I - fu-" "Kurva jo' vadon - "
I have to go meet some people for dinner.
Vin looked at Marton, Marton looked at Vin. Interplay of eyes scanning faces, trying to read thoughts. Vin swallowed, eyeing Marton's leather coat and pants. He must be hot in those. Wonder if I can get it across that he should take them off. Vin, sighing, reached down, muscles rippling, and pulled off his own shirt - white, muscle sleeved, tight. Watching Marton for a reaction. Marton, still looking amused but also decidedly predatory, looked Vin up and down, nodding. When his eyes met Vin's again, there was a rawness and hunger in them. It's not just me. He's gonna -
Marton eyed the confused film crew. "I think you had better go", he said rather pleasantly to them. "I highly doubt he's gonna do any more work right now (indicating Vin)".Muttering among themselves, they left, and now Vin was standing, half-naked, alone in the dimly lit passage with Marton. Marton turned away suddenly, stripping off his coat, pulling off the black knit shirt. Revealing a broad, muscled back and shoulders. Vin swallowed hard. Marton turned around, his chest and arms in full view.
Coming closer to Vin, closer, until they were inches apart and Vin could smell Marton, could see the ink of his 'tattoo', and realize that he was very, very hard, aroused - and Marton, taking him by the shoulders, seized his mouth with dusky, swollen lips. Vin groaned into the kiss, leaning forward, seeking the bare tautness of Marton's chest against his own. Marton's tongue danced inside Vin's mouth as he tried to catch it, muttering unintelligible things that mingled with the growls of Marton. "Fuck, man, I - fu-" "Kurva jo' vadon - "
I have to go meet some people for dinner.
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^_~
Think I need a translation of that last line, after you told me what other phrase involves the word Kurva....
Very nice. Not just a Marton Fix, but a well written, yummy Marton fix.
Have a good dinner, hon.
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Why, thank you. :) Feedback makes me wiggle and the boys look at each other. ;)