Inspecting The Collection/Toothbrush
Inspecting The Collection/Toothbrush
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, Troy Duffy does. I'm just playing with them, make no profit from this work of fiction.
Summary: It isn't really a relationship.
Inspecting The Collection.
"This is a pretty vile array of... Hey, you know what you could do with these?"
"Enlighten me," Duffy said, plastering himself to Greenly's back, arms up over broad, bare shoulders.
"Open, like... A museum to bad taste. You've got it all right here, man. An absolute fortune in the making, just stashed in your-" Greenly shut up for a second while Duffy pulled at his lips with teeth until he turned enough to kiss. "Closet," he finished, when Duffy's mouth drifted back to his ear.
"Shut up."
"Fuck you. Jesus, Duff, why the hell didn't we just go to my place?"
"Next time, we will. Stop complaining and just-"
"Excuse me?"
"There'll be a next time, Greenly. Get used to it. Are you done looking through my clothes now? You know..." Duffy chuckled, dragged his teeth down the side of Greenly's neck as he sank back onto his feet. "There's only the ties in there that'd even fit you."
"You are not fucking tying me up."
Toothbrush.
“I knew letting you into my apartment was a mistake,” Duffy said, watching Greenly from the bathroom door.
“Kinda early in the relationship for regrets, isn’t it?”
“Relationship?”
“There’s going to be a relationship,” Greenly said, trying to imitate Duffy and failing miserably. “Get used to it.”
“I will get used to it, if you quit flicking toothpaste all over the place.”
“Huh? I’m not…” Greenly watched as another glob of toothpaste landed on the floor. He pointed with the toothbrush. “Look what you made me do.”
“Just… Make sure I’m not stepping in all this crap when I come to take a shower, okay?” Duffy turned to go. “I’ll be making coffee when you’re ready.”
“Wait a sec.”
Duffy stopped, listened to the tap running and the sound of Greenly grunting as he bent to mop up the toothpaste.
“Okay, you grumpy fuck,” Greenly said, arm sliding around Duffy’s waist, his hand slipping inside thin, sensible blue boxers to squeeze Duffy's cock. “I’ll bring my own toothbrush next time.”
Duffy found himself grinning. Seemed Greenly had some brains in there after all. The thick scent of mint filled his nostrils as Greenly nibbled at his neck. He batted ineffectually at damp hair. “Come on. Breakfast.”
“Yeah, I’ve got some, thanks.” Teeth scraped the back of Duffy’s ear and Greenly started to stroke in earnest.
"Bacon..?” Duffy found himself leaning back, letting Greenly do whatever the hell he wanted. “Bagels… Eggs…” He forgot what else he’d been about to suggest, any words turning to a long, low moan of satisfaction.
“Over-fuckin’-easy,” Greenly murmured, licked at Duffy’s ear and gave a few quick pulls to his cock. “Jesus, you’re a slut,” he said, laughing, the shudder from it making Duffy arch up and back as he grunted, groaned, came over Greenly’s hand.
“Yeah?” Duffy said, breathing hard. “I didn’t jerk off already.”
Greenly snickered, pulling Duffy tight against him, wiping his hand on Duffy’s shorts. “Neither did I.”