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riptide_asylum) wrote2009-10-25 05:52 pm
riptide_asylum) wrote2009-10-25 05:52 pm
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"The Sweater" (Beach Boys, 1983)
Title: The Sweater
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "If you want to destroy my sweater
Hold this thread as I walk away
Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked
Lying on the floor (lying on the floor)"
The two of them lay on the floor of the salon, panting and sweaty. Cody propped himself up on his elbows and surveyed the damage. Shaking his head, he reached for Nick's shirt to wipe them both down. "I hate when you get like that."
Nick laughed. "No, Cody. You don't hate it at all."
Cody stopped. "You're right."
Nick grabbed the shirt out of his partner's hand. "Here." He handed Cody his patterned cotton sweater.
Cody grimaced but did as he was told. "What's your problem with this sweater, anyway?"
Nick started to answer, then thought the better of it. Instead, he rolled on top of his lover and leaned in for a kiss, taking the offending garment out of Cody's hands and tossing it into a corner. They broke apart and Nick grinned widely. Cody rolled his eyes. Nick sat up and looked around warily. "You locked both doors, right?"
Cody nodded. "Yup. Sure did. Unless I think I did..."
Now it was Nick's turn to roll his eyes as he scrambled to his feet and pulled Cody up after him. Giving Cody a sharp smack on the ass, he headed down the stairs, Cody following him, rubbing gingerly at the reddening handprint.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "If you want to destroy my sweater
Hold this thread as I walk away
Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked
Lying on the floor (lying on the floor)"
The two of them lay on the floor of the salon, panting and sweaty. Cody propped himself up on his elbows and surveyed the damage. Shaking his head, he reached for Nick's shirt to wipe them both down. "I hate when you get like that."
Nick laughed. "No, Cody. You don't hate it at all."
Cody stopped. "You're right."
Nick grabbed the shirt out of his partner's hand. "Here." He handed Cody his patterned cotton sweater.
Cody grimaced but did as he was told. "What's your problem with this sweater, anyway?"
Nick started to answer, then thought the better of it. Instead, he rolled on top of his lover and leaned in for a kiss, taking the offending garment out of Cody's hands and tossing it into a corner. They broke apart and Nick grinned widely. Cody rolled his eyes. Nick sat up and looked around warily. "You locked both doors, right?"
Cody nodded. "Yup. Sure did. Unless I think I did..."
Now it was Nick's turn to roll his eyes as he scrambled to his feet and pulled Cody up after him. Giving Cody a sharp smack on the ass, he headed down the stairs, Cody following him, rubbing gingerly at the reddening handprint.