DC Headcanon's 6: Sparkle Sparkle!

Victory Juice

THIS IS SMUT (badly written too) SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT Y'KNOW I'VE GOT A MILLION OTHER BOOKS 

It was late and Kentucky was sleeping. It had been a long day for the southern man between caring for his son and working on his cars and his body practically collapsed on itself the second he fell into bed. Add to the fact that his husband had been out celebrating the Braves winning the World Series for the past two days and Kentucky was one tired bluegrass state. Still, he was calmed with the notion that Virginia had finally gone out to bring him home, hopefully they could get him sobered up by the next meeting; Lord knows the hangover he'd suffer would be terrible as hell. He actually begged his brother to take him back to the Statehouse when he found him, a departure from his usual request to have Georgia spend the night at someone else's house when drunk. Kentucky had been that worried for the peach state and just wanted to make sure he was okay, mentally preparing himself for the smell of alcohol to remind him back to his alcoholic days.

Kentucky's ears perked to the bedroom door opening and closing then a small dip in the bed where he laid.

"Heh, hey-hey babe!" A slurred voice called. Kentucky glanced up sleepily and smiled. Georgia was okay, although he looked a mess. His hat was crooked on his head, his jacket was all rumbled and ajar, and what happened to his t-shirt? Kentucky shook his head, it didn't matter, his husband was home.

"How was it babe?" Kentucky whispered.

"Tucky it was...it was the most...oh....it was great." Georgia grinned drunkenly, making Kentucky laugh.

"That's great my love." Kentucky put a hand on Georgia's cheek. "Why don't you crawl in bed and sleep this off?" The southern state knew damn well this would take a few 'sleeping offs' but for now, Georgia could finally rest his body. Georgia grinned again and leaned down to kiss Kentucky but the younger man stopped him.

"Alcohol on breath remember?" Kentucky scolded.

"Right! Right heh sorry." Georgia giggled before stumbling around the bed and crawling into his side. Kentucky settled back into his pillow, heart beating at a steady pace and ready to slip into dream land when he felt a hand slowly dip below and rub his behind.

"Mmph...baby...not now." Kentucky mumbled.

"Baby your...baby listen! LISTEN. Your ass is so nice." Georgia whispered. Kentucky grinned against his pillow and flipped to his side, back facing Georgia and playfully pressing against it.

"Does it?" Kentucky teased. To his surprise, he could feel some hardness pressing against him, begging for entrance.

"Oh...oh baby I've missed this...thought about you during the entire celebration..." Georgia slurred wrapping his arms around Kentucky's torso. Kentucky couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips as Georgia began working on his neck.

"I-If we do this...no kissing...remember...." Kentucky whined beginning to meeting Georgia's thrusts with his own.

"Promise baby..." Georgia whispered briefly, ghosting his lips over Kentucky's neck.

"Flip me." Kentucky begged and in a flash he was granted that wish. Georgia climbed on top of him, the excitement in his pants clearly showing as he sensually took off his jacket. Kentucky ran his hands up and down Georgia's torso; despite being a farmer all his life Georgia had a bit of pudge in the hip area that always bothered him. Kentucky thought he looked beautiful.

"What happened to your shirt?" Kentucky moaned as Georgia fingered the hem of Kentucky's pajama pants.

"Oh I sold 'em for tequila shots." Georgia announced proudly. Kentucky gave his husband a look making him giggle. "Let the Wildcats win a championship and see how you react."

"Certainly not like this." Kentucky muttered before letting out a groan as Georgia pulled down his pants. He stared at the ceiling and waited for the pleasure to stop vibrating in his head before letting out a tiny moan as Georgia wrapped his lips around him.

"Baby....baby right there." Kentucky groaned using one hand to clutch the head board of the bed and the other to bury his hands deep in Georgia's hair. He tried to keep his hips from rising so he didn't face fuck his husband, unfortunatly as the southern man kept working so did Kentucky's desire making him raise his hips occasionally and thrust. Kentucky was seeing stars dance around his eyes as he felt himself getting closer and closer to release.

"Geo-I'm...almost there...."Kentucky choked, arching his back and feeling heat pool in his belly. In a flash, Kentucky arched his back and came, shooting a load down Georgia's throat. His orgasm lasted a few good seconds before he flopped back onto bed, feeling his husband crawl up beside him.

"Good?" Georgia hiccuped smiling and Kentucky grinned.

"Amazing." Kentucky whispered, running a hand through Georgia's hair. "Let me repay the favor." Kentucky gently flopped Georgia on his back, kissing everywhere except on the lips before letting his hand drift below and beginning to stroke Georgia off. Georgia let out the tiniest little gasps of air and the sweetest moans as Kentucky worked faster, letting his calloused hands do all the work. It didn't take long for Georgia to hit his peak and orgasm, falling back into the bed and humming contently.

"Perfect." Kentucky whispered, kissing Georgia's chest before getting up to grab a towel. He returned and cleaned both of them up before putting a comfy pair of pajama bottoms on his husband and returning his own body before snuggling back into bed.

"I love you." Georgia slurred, nuzzling his head into Kentucky's chest. Kentucky smiled, he knew in the morning Georgia would be grumpy and hungover and it'd be a couple days before he was fully his sleepy peach again. Still, Kentucky kissed the top of Georgia's head and rested his chin on top.

"I love you too, peaches."