Franklin&Bash fic - Not like that
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Author: mina93
Pairing: Peter/Jared
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Jared wants Peter in his room, and everyone misunderstands.
Disclamer: I do not own anything.
Notes: My first Franklin&Bash fic, please be gentle with me.
Peter had barely set a foot inside the Cave before Carmen was yelling at him from the living room. “Hey, Peter!”
“Yeah?” Peter answered as he loosened his tie and walked towards the sound of the TV, where Carmen was kicking Pindar’s ass in Call of Duty.
“Jared wants you in his room.” She said without taking her eyes of the game.
“What?” Peter almost yelped, making both Carmen and Pindar giggle a little.
“I don’t think he meant like that, though, sorry to disappoint you.” Carmen answered and turned around quickly to wink at Peter.
“Very funny, Carmen.” Peter said and just dropped his briefcase to the floor right there, God, he was exhausted.
“I’ll just go see what he wants then?” Peter suggested.
“You do that, but if he does want that, please keep it down, will you?”
“We’ll try.” Peter said, before finding his way to Jared’s room.
“Hey, Jare?” Peter said as he closed the door behind him, seeing Jared lying restlessly on the bed. “Carmen said you wanted me?”
Jared turned his head and grinned at him, and Peter sighed, before smacking Jared on the arm. “But not because of that apparently.”
“My stomach hurts.” Jared said with a pout that looked much cuter than it should have.
“I know, that’s why you left work early, leaving me with a double work load.” Peter said “Scoot.”
Jared moved so Peter could lie down next to him.
“Can you rub my stomach?” Jared asked.
Peter smiled. “Sure.”
“You have magical hands.” Jared answered, before Peter even got started.
“So I’ve been told.” Peter answered and propped one arm around the back of Jared’s hand, before rolling over on his side so he could use his other hand to slide under Jared’s shirt and start rubbing slow circles on his stomach.
“That’s nice; your hands are always warm.” Jared said and closed his eyes.
“I told you that you shouldn’t have eaten sushi from the gas station.” Peter said, rolling his eyes.
Jared groaned “I should have listened to you, buddy.”
“You never do.” Peter said and kissed the top of Jared’s head. “Maybe next time.”
“Maybe.”
Pairing: Peter/Jared
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Jared wants Peter in his room, and everyone misunderstands.
Disclamer: I do not own anything.
Notes: My first Franklin&Bash fic, please be gentle with me.
Peter had barely set a foot inside the Cave before Carmen was yelling at him from the living room. “Hey, Peter!”
“Yeah?” Peter answered as he loosened his tie and walked towards the sound of the TV, where Carmen was kicking Pindar’s ass in Call of Duty.
“Jared wants you in his room.” She said without taking her eyes of the game.
“What?” Peter almost yelped, making both Carmen and Pindar giggle a little.
“I don’t think he meant like that, though, sorry to disappoint you.” Carmen answered and turned around quickly to wink at Peter.
“Very funny, Carmen.” Peter said and just dropped his briefcase to the floor right there, God, he was exhausted.
“I’ll just go see what he wants then?” Peter suggested.
“You do that, but if he does want that, please keep it down, will you?”
“We’ll try.” Peter said, before finding his way to Jared’s room.
“Hey, Jare?” Peter said as he closed the door behind him, seeing Jared lying restlessly on the bed. “Carmen said you wanted me?”
Jared turned his head and grinned at him, and Peter sighed, before smacking Jared on the arm. “But not because of that apparently.”
“My stomach hurts.” Jared said with a pout that looked much cuter than it should have.
“I know, that’s why you left work early, leaving me with a double work load.” Peter said “Scoot.”
Jared moved so Peter could lie down next to him.
“Can you rub my stomach?” Jared asked.
Peter smiled. “Sure.”
“You have magical hands.” Jared answered, before Peter even got started.
“So I’ve been told.” Peter answered and propped one arm around the back of Jared’s hand, before rolling over on his side so he could use his other hand to slide under Jared’s shirt and start rubbing slow circles on his stomach.
“That’s nice; your hands are always warm.” Jared said and closed his eyes.
“I told you that you shouldn’t have eaten sushi from the gas station.” Peter said, rolling his eyes.
Jared groaned “I should have listened to you, buddy.”
“You never do.” Peter said and kissed the top of Jared’s head. “Maybe next time.”
“Maybe.”
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Date: 2011-11-23 10:47 pm (UTC)A great fic - thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2011-11-24 12:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-24 09:25 am (UTC)