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green ([personal profile] green) wrote in [community profile] angelsandkings2010-05-04 04:24 pm

ALL TOGETHER NOW! A comment fic meme!

[personal profile] brokengravity gave me admin privileges so I can bring you this for Three Weeks For Dreamwidth.

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(Anonymous) 2010-05-10 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
Ian's touchy feely, he can admit that, he's a comfortable dude and he's been jammed into the back of a van with these guys for so long getting more and more comfortable, and that might in fact be a bad thing, maybe. Maybe not, but right now he's not sure because Cash is leaning across the seat through the smoke, kissing him, and Ian opens his mouth, unexpected, and kisses him back.

"Fuck," Cash kind of moans, and he deepens the kiss, okay, Ian tries to say, okay, whoa, that's not what I was expecting myself to do, and instead he fists one hand in Cash's t shirt and tugs. Cash comes, easily, eagerly.

"You don't even know, man," he's mumbling, sliding over the seat, into Ian's lap like it's easy, like Ian should be expecting. "Dude, you do not know how long I've been trying to get you alone, damn."

Oh, that explains it, Ian wants to say, but Cash is unbuttong his shirt, trying to push it back down his shoulders. "Hey, hey," Ian says, and pushes his t shirt up, get the long arch of his back when Cash tugs it it over his own head. He touches Cash's torso, hears his giggles and ducks a flail. "Whoa!"

"Don't fucking tickle me," Cash says, unrepentant, and gets Ian's shirt off. They kiss and Ian thinks dizzily, that's so much skin, and then, there could be MORE. Cash puts both hands in his hair, keeps kissing him, and pushes against him.

"I wanna take your clothes off," Ian says, and wonders why the thought hadn't occurred to him before.

"Yeah, okay," Cash says, and laughs. "Dude, I knew it."

"Shut up," Ian says, and lifts. Cash goes easily, rolls so that Ian can lean over him on the seat and work on his belt, one handed. "You know nothing."

"Oh, Cash," Cash says, still laughing, but not unkindly, "Ooh, Cash, come sleep in the van with me, here Cash, let me help you with your amp, come on, Cash, let's go get stoned. I know everything, Ian."

"I'm not that good at planning," Ian points out, and pulls Cash's belt open. "I just-- I just like you best."

Cash's face gets soft, and he sits up a little, for a kiss. "It's okay. I like you best too."
redsnake05: Ian Crawford is smoking hot in this pic (Hot: Sing like no one's listening)

[personal profile] redsnake05 2010-05-10 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
The adorkable little failboats *squishes them both*

Thanks so much for giving me a Cash who notices things and knows what he wants.