![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
If you haven't read Meri's take on this do that first here.
It's sweet slightly naughty fun.
This is mine and maybe Meep will get involved and/or really anyone is welcome.
&&&
Title: We secure our friends not by accepting favors but by doing them.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 456
Prompt: We secure our friends with silk ties.
It started as a drunken dare. Well, Chuck thought that was the way it started, he was drunk at the time. Dave, he wasn’t so sure of. In retrospect he probably wasn’t since Little Chuck was unhurt and it was probably one of the best nights he’d ever been had.
He tried to shift in the bed but there were arms wrapped around him and they tightened when he moved away from the cozy warmth in quest for the too bright light and cold tile of the bathroom.
“Dude, I gotta take a piss. I’ll be right back, I promise.” He groaned. “Aspirin.” He needed that too.
“Some next to the lamp. Left it out for you with a bottle of water,” was the muffled reply from the blankets as the arms reluctantly withdrew.
Yeah the tile was cold and the light way brighter than he wanted but the water tasted great, carving its way through the sludge of spit in his mouth. He squinted at the mirror.
What the hell had he done? Dave was his best friend and they both were coming out of bad breakups; jerks who didn’t deserve them, he and Dave had agreed. He groaned. Would this break up a friendship that was the safety base that he’d used more than once when things turned hairy? The sink was damned hard and equally cold and it hurt his head even more.
Warm arms came around him from behind pulling him away from the dangerous porcelain fixture. “Dude, you’re going to hurt yourself or the sink or both. Come back to bed and let the aspirin work its magic.”
“Will you still respect me in the morning?”
A kiss was pressed to the skin of his shoulder, “Yeah. Even more if you let me use those silk ties on you again.” There was a pause, “You do want us to be more than friends with benefits don’t you or … well if not we’re still best bros, right?”
“Ask me when my head doesn’t hurt and with benefits or not, you’re still my best bud.”
Dave helped him back to the bed, to his, “hmmm warm cozy bed and warm cozy arms.”
“Hush. Sleep it off and we’ll talk after. I really like your ass by the way. Always have.”
“You did more than like it last night.” There was a prod from behind him. “Little Dave is poking me,” he whined.
“Then stop teasing him and go back to sleep,” was said back.
He sure hoped that it wasn’t the hangover that made him hear the softly spoken, “Love you, Bro.” But just in case he mumbled, “Love you too, Dude,” before he fell asleep.
It's sweet slightly naughty fun.
This is mine and maybe Meep will get involved and/or really anyone is welcome.
Title: We secure our friends not by accepting favors but by doing them.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 456
Prompt: We secure our friends with silk ties.
It started as a drunken dare. Well, Chuck thought that was the way it started, he was drunk at the time. Dave, he wasn’t so sure of. In retrospect he probably wasn’t since Little Chuck was unhurt and it was probably one of the best nights he’d ever been had.
He tried to shift in the bed but there were arms wrapped around him and they tightened when he moved away from the cozy warmth in quest for the too bright light and cold tile of the bathroom.
“Dude, I gotta take a piss. I’ll be right back, I promise.” He groaned. “Aspirin.” He needed that too.
“Some next to the lamp. Left it out for you with a bottle of water,” was the muffled reply from the blankets as the arms reluctantly withdrew.
Yeah the tile was cold and the light way brighter than he wanted but the water tasted great, carving its way through the sludge of spit in his mouth. He squinted at the mirror.
What the hell had he done? Dave was his best friend and they both were coming out of bad breakups; jerks who didn’t deserve them, he and Dave had agreed. He groaned. Would this break up a friendship that was the safety base that he’d used more than once when things turned hairy? The sink was damned hard and equally cold and it hurt his head even more.
Warm arms came around him from behind pulling him away from the dangerous porcelain fixture. “Dude, you’re going to hurt yourself or the sink or both. Come back to bed and let the aspirin work its magic.”
“Will you still respect me in the morning?”
A kiss was pressed to the skin of his shoulder, “Yeah. Even more if you let me use those silk ties on you again.” There was a pause, “You do want us to be more than friends with benefits don’t you or … well if not we’re still best bros, right?”
“Ask me when my head doesn’t hurt and with benefits or not, you’re still my best bud.”
Dave helped him back to the bed, to his, “hmmm warm cozy bed and warm cozy arms.”
“Hush. Sleep it off and we’ll talk after. I really like your ass by the way. Always have.”
“You did more than like it last night.” There was a prod from behind him. “Little Dave is poking me,” he whined.
“Then stop teasing him and go back to sleep,” was said back.
He sure hoped that it wasn’t the hangover that made him hear the softly spoken, “Love you, Bro.” But just in case he mumbled, “Love you too, Dude,” before he fell asleep.
