Vulquinn One-shots

Put On A Show

They were cuddled up on the couch watching movies together. They had been drinking, empty cans of beer bottles scattered about the coffee table in front of them. It was a terrible drunken decision to watch one of the Magic Mike movies, it was partly a joke, partly curiosity, and partly because the two just wanted to watch some muscle men putting on a good show. They were enthralled by it, especially Sal. He was practically salivating over the oiled up muscles on screen that bounced with each movement the men made. Q had other ideas in his head.

"You know, Murr always acts like he's the most attractive person. How funny would it be to see that little ferret dressed up like that surrounded by buff dudes and attempting to dance along with them." Q giggles at the sheer thought of that knowing him and the guys could definitely build up more on this brewing idea for a punishment. Sal chuckles along taking a nice slow sip from his beer can.

"I mean, someone might find it attractive. You don't have to be Chris Evans as Captain America kinda buff to dance like that and be eye candy." Q knew where he was going with this idea, but he was going to play naive and see where this road goes.

"And how do you know this Sal." His eyes flit down to his lover whose eyes meet with his own. His emerald eyes told a story of knowing, eyebrows were raised, and there was a big cheshire smirk tugging on his lips.

"Well I bet you could show up any of those guys on screen any day. The fangirls know it, I see some of the edits they make and boy do they make you look good. I would especially know because I get to see a little piece of this eye candy every day." Sal drags his fingertips across Q's chest and bites his lip at the thought of Q stripping before him and putting on a show. His fantasy went much deeper than that though. He could so clearly imagine the man in a risque fire fighter uniform and dancing to some suggestive music just for him to see.

"Is that so?" Q could see the hungry look written all over Sal's face. Q places his can down and removes himself from the couch, scooting the coffee table away to allow him more free space to put on a performance. Music was playing from the movie which perfectly set the tone for the moment that was about to unfurl. Sal looked on as Q stood tall before him. "Well just sit back and enjoy the show Sally." Q began to slowly undo all the buttons that lined his shirt, each button beginning to reveal the naked flesh underneath as he gyrates his hips to the music.

No longer was Sal focused on the film, it seems as though both of them had completely erased it from their attention. Now, Sal had focused all of his energy on his boyfriend acting as a stripper and slowly removing all his clothing before him. He swallows thickly and feels heat rising in his cheeks.

Q's shirt was now fully opened to reveal his chest and stomach which were covered in faint love bites that were left proudly by Sal, a physical reminder of all the lewd things they do together and who he fell in love with. He struts on over to Sal, leaning in with a hand on the back of the couch for support and grinds his hips into the air.

"You like what you see baby?" His voice drops, with a gruff scratch to it that made Sal twitch in his pants. He hops onto Sal's lap and straddles him, he shakes off his shirt and it falls to the floor. He takes his hands and glides his thumbs and palms along his jawline, lifting it gently to expose the skin of his neck. Q leans his slowly, licking the untainted flesh and then nibbling a few hickeys onto him. He can feel the vibrations of Sal humming against his lips and he smiles.

"Brian.." Breathlessly he says as he closes his eyes to savor the sensation of Q against his body and places his hands on his lovers hips. His back is now arching off the couch, aching to feel more of the warmth Q has to offer him. In rhythm with the music, Q slides down off the couch and onto his knees between Sals legs. Hands slide up Sal's thighs and his eyes beckon him closer. Sal leans in and their lips lock for a sweet and passionate kiss before Q is back up on his feet. He tumbles for a moment but regains his balance and continues to continue imitating the dance moves of the men on screen.

Sal was painfully hard now and there was no denying it whatsoever. If the flustered look upon his face wasn't enough to give that away, the large bulge in his jeans would have been the next hint. He couldn't believe the show that Q was putting on, his movements were incredibly fluid and smooth despite his intoxicated state. It was almost as if he had done this before or maybe was rehearsing something like this just for Sal to witness.

Q stood tall once more and in a single swift motion had unbuckled his belt and pulled it free from the denim loops, an action that he was well versed in after being with needy Sal for so long. Hips swaying and he undoes the button and unzips his pants, he holds onto the waistline of his pants to tease Sal knowing how he wanted to just see more layers peeled off of his body. He sways his hips and never breaks eye contact for a moment, bottom lip between his teeth and he smiles as he does so.

"Drop 'em," Sal says leaning forward and licking his lips in anticipation. And with a fwump, his pants were down at his ankles. He has his hands on the backs of his head which flexes his thick biceps, and he winks and leans back down to kiss him. Sal deepens it, allowing his tongue to crawl into Q's mouth and their tongues tangle together.

But Q pulls back, yawns, and starts picking up his clothes. Sal was puzzled and horny.

"Boy that was exhausting. I think i'm gonna head to bed." He gives Sal a peck on the cheek and goes to retreat off to the bedroom with a sinister smile on his face knowing full well what he had done. Sal's mouth was agape in shock.

"Brian Michael Quinn, you better be joking." He calls to his boyfriend who doesn't respond at all. Sal slumps into the couch and huffs and readjusts his pants. He grabs the remote and angrily turns the TV off. "That stupid tease."