Two drabbles
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highlander100
Challenge - EMBARASSED
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, won't admit to anything.
Rating: PG-13 perhaps, for m/m innuendo
Duncan gritted his teeth to suppress a heartfelt groan and without thought tangled his hands in Methos’ hair.
’Ouch, damn, let go of my hair!’ came a somewhat muffled exclamation from the vicinity of his groin. Methos looked up, managing to look haughtily affronted despite the knife held between his teeth.
’Turn more towards the streetlight’, he ordered, removing the knife, ’or I might cut into something important. And next time, when you put my gun in your pocket, try putting the safety on.’
Duncan leaned back against the wall, wondering whether it would be possible to feel more embarassed.
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Joe was about to turn and go back in to the bar, when he heard the moan. Two stealthy steps, and he was able to crane his neck carefully around the corner…and stop in sudden embarassment.
Duncan MacLeod was leaning back against the wall and the man kneeling between his thighs looked suspiciously like Methos. And…Joe blinked and looked again…yes, Mac’s pants were definitely bunched around his knees. Holy smoke.
With a sudden exclamation, Methos half turned, holding something tiny and glinting up to the streetlight. The satisfaction in his voice was evident. ’Look, Mac, I got the bullet out!’
highlander100Challenge - EMBARASSED
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, won't admit to anything.
Rating: PG-13 perhaps, for m/m innuendo
Duncan gritted his teeth to suppress a heartfelt groan and without thought tangled his hands in Methos’ hair.
’Ouch, damn, let go of my hair!’ came a somewhat muffled exclamation from the vicinity of his groin. Methos looked up, managing to look haughtily affronted despite the knife held between his teeth.
’Turn more towards the streetlight’, he ordered, removing the knife, ’or I might cut into something important. And next time, when you put my gun in your pocket, try putting the safety on.’
Duncan leaned back against the wall, wondering whether it would be possible to feel more embarassed.
*********************************************
Joe was about to turn and go back in to the bar, when he heard the moan. Two stealthy steps, and he was able to crane his neck carefully around the corner…and stop in sudden embarassment.
Duncan MacLeod was leaning back against the wall and the man kneeling between his thighs looked suspiciously like Methos. And…Joe blinked and looked again…yes, Mac’s pants were definitely bunched around his knees. Holy smoke.
With a sudden exclamation, Methos half turned, holding something tiny and glinting up to the streetlight. The satisfaction in his voice was evident. ’Look, Mac, I got the bullet out!’
