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badly_knittedTitle: Slip Of The Tongue - Follows ‘Armed And Sexy’
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Andy Davidson, John Hart.
Rating: PG-15
Word Count: 593
Spoilers: A few weeks after Exit Wounds, maybe.
Summary: The sex with Hart is so good, it’s making Andy wonder if the other man might have drugged him.
Written For:
raisedbymoogles’ prompt ‘any, any/any, the sex was great until someone said something funny and they were laughing too hard to continue,’ at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
threesentenceficathon.Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
This was not the first time Andy had been to bed with a man. After some experimentation in uni, he’d decided there was no point restricting himself to one gender since he didn’t have a preference. Often in the past it had been more a case of what he was in the mood for, but already he was getting the feeling that he could be in the mood for this whenever. Well, provided he survived the night, which… There was a dangerous and unpredictable man from the future in his bed. If the sex didn’t kill him, then his bed partner might just do so on a whim, which was a scary thought but also added a weird sort of thrill to proceedings. You never felt quite so alive as when your life was potentially in peril.
Leaving all that aside though, the sex was great! Terrific even, possibly the best he’d ever had, which was a bit of an eye-opener for Andy, who still wasn’t entirely sure how of why he’d ended up in bed with this man when he hadn’t even been drinking all that much. He’d only had the one beer, or maybe it was two; it was possible he’d lost count, which he thought was understandable. He’d been paying more attention to how much John was drinking, and maybe less than he should have to the glass in front of him, which got him thinking, and that was probably a bad thing under present circumstances. He wasn’t even sure how he was managing to have a more or less coherent thought, but… Well, it was right there, so he had to say something; he was a cop, after all.
“Did you slip something in me?” he blurted out, even though that wasn’t exactly what he’d MEANT to say. He’d been referring to his drink, wondering if it had maybe been drugged, although he didn’t particularly care, not when everything was feeling so good. Maybe Hart had slipped him an alien aphrodisiac, which was perfectly fine with Andy, which could be the drug talking, if there WAS a drug involved… But John paused mid-thrust, staring down at him in disbelief.
“Bloody hell, did you only just notice? And I thought I was the one that was sloshed! You know a man could take offence at a comment like that, and just when I thought we were getting along famously. Here I am, doing some of my best work, and I was reasonably certain you were enjoying it, but now…”
“My drink, I meant did you slip something in my drink!” Andy spluttered.
“Oh, well that’s different. And no, the day I have to drug my bed partners into enjoying themselves is the day I’ll renounce sex with anyone and join a monastery, which will be roughly NEVER!”
“Right, of course, ‘cause that would be a criminal waste, and I’m a cop, so I’m morally opposed to any kind of criminal activity, and in favour of not wasting what you’re doing to me. Bloody hell, you smell good. I want to lick you like an ice cream, but that’ll have to wait.”
“That has possibilities. Maybe later we can try it WITH ice cream. D’you have any of those little coloured sprinkles? They’d add some interesting texture. And chocolate sauce, maybe some marshmallows.”
“So basically, you want to impersonate an ice cream sundae? Got to say I didn’t see that one coming.”
Then they were both laughing so hard that for several long minutes they couldn’t do anything else at all.
TBC in ‘Odd Question’
Leaving all that aside though, the sex was great! Terrific even, possibly the best he’d ever had, which was a bit of an eye-opener for Andy, who still wasn’t entirely sure how of why he’d ended up in bed with this man when he hadn’t even been drinking all that much. He’d only had the one beer, or maybe it was two; it was possible he’d lost count, which he thought was understandable. He’d been paying more attention to how much John was drinking, and maybe less than he should have to the glass in front of him, which got him thinking, and that was probably a bad thing under present circumstances. He wasn’t even sure how he was managing to have a more or less coherent thought, but… Well, it was right there, so he had to say something; he was a cop, after all.
“Did you slip something in me?” he blurted out, even though that wasn’t exactly what he’d MEANT to say. He’d been referring to his drink, wondering if it had maybe been drugged, although he didn’t particularly care, not when everything was feeling so good. Maybe Hart had slipped him an alien aphrodisiac, which was perfectly fine with Andy, which could be the drug talking, if there WAS a drug involved… But John paused mid-thrust, staring down at him in disbelief.
“Bloody hell, did you only just notice? And I thought I was the one that was sloshed! You know a man could take offence at a comment like that, and just when I thought we were getting along famously. Here I am, doing some of my best work, and I was reasonably certain you were enjoying it, but now…”
“My drink, I meant did you slip something in my drink!” Andy spluttered.
“Oh, well that’s different. And no, the day I have to drug my bed partners into enjoying themselves is the day I’ll renounce sex with anyone and join a monastery, which will be roughly NEVER!”
“Right, of course, ‘cause that would be a criminal waste, and I’m a cop, so I’m morally opposed to any kind of criminal activity, and in favour of not wasting what you’re doing to me. Bloody hell, you smell good. I want to lick you like an ice cream, but that’ll have to wait.”
“That has possibilities. Maybe later we can try it WITH ice cream. D’you have any of those little coloured sprinkles? They’d add some interesting texture. And chocolate sauce, maybe some marshmallows.”
“So basically, you want to impersonate an ice cream sundae? Got to say I didn’t see that one coming.”
Then they were both laughing so hard that for several long minutes they couldn’t do anything else at all.
TBC in ‘Odd Question’
