A home for the little non-smutty Pentatonix oneshots I end up writing to reach my daily word count goal when my main stories are uncooperative.
Let me know what you think, because frankly if I'm writing these, I need the encouragement. 😆
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I was stuck on my fics last night but I'm trying to write at least 200 words a day for all of July, so I asked for drabble ideas on Twitter. This is what happened:
Come (NC-17)
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It's sensual, the feeling it gives Mitch. The slide of it dripping over his skin. The smell. The taste, if he's lucky. The shine as it flows across his collarbone. How all of it together makes his heart race, his pupils dilate, his breath flow faster.
But best of all is the power. That he caused this. That he was hot enough, good enough. Sucked well enough to make someone feel good. Make them lose control.
It's best when it's Scott, because Scott is so central to all that Mitch is. Having control of that, even for a moment, is everything.
Vacation (PGish)
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They don't do this often, by mutual agreement. It would get in the way. Interfere. Possibly cause drama or hurt or confusion or pain if it were an everyday thing. Neither one of them is ready to settle down, even if they both know how it'll end.
But when they're on vacation? When there's a beach and a five star hotel and margaritas and champagne for miles? They can't even help it. It comes naturally, they gravitate to each other and the bed (or the hot tub) as if the tide was pulling them.
