MORNING SHOWER
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G through L › The Lost World
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
202,106
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own The Lost World, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
MORNING SHOWER
Title: MORNING SHOWER
Author: batmouse
Fandom: The Lost World
Genre: Slash
Pairing: R/M (Roxton/Malone)
Series/Sequels: No thanks, got some.
Rating: FRAO . . . sorta? Kinda?
Summary: Lord John Roxton’s staying in bed and nothing, but nothing Malone can do will get him out of bed . . . sort’a.
Notes: Didn’t use any.
Warnings: Don’t waste water, shower with a friend. If this type of material’s offensive to you, then you shouldn't be readin’ this in the first place! So go read somethin’ borin’, like, now!
Disclaimer: Ain’t got me no claims, Dagnabbit! ‘Ceptin’ maybe the story line.
URL: Ain’t got none’a that neither!
MORNING SHOWER
by batmouse
“Nope.” Roxton stretched, rolled over and burrowed into his pillow, “Not gettin’ up.”
“And why not?” Malone, standing beside the bed, stretched and scratched.
“We got the tree house to ourselves,” came the muffled reply, “no important work that needs catching up on and nothin’ but nothin’s getting’ me outta bed.”
“Even for some fun in another part of the tree house?” Malone asked curiously, “Say . . . on the balcony? Or on the dining room table? Or . . . even the stairs?”
“Nothing.”
Okay.” Malone shrugged and patted out of their sleeping area, “Well, you enjoy your lay in. Me? I’m gonna go take a shower.”
Good try, Neddy-M’lad, Roxton lifted his head and peeked, . . . but no.
From another part of the tree house, Roxton could hear the shower water starting. Yep, having the shower was a lot more convenient then having to wander down to the old swimming hole when a person wanted to get clean. A lot warmer too since Challenger figured out how to heat the water and . . . ah, heck, sometimes the old swimming hole was more fun . . . for swimming naked . . . with Malone . . .
“This Loam-stuff that Veronica showed us works better than the soap they make back home!” Malone called as he soaped himself, “It lathers up quicker and cleaner.”
“Yes it does, Ned.” Roxton pulled his head under the covers, wishing Malone would hurry up with his shower than get back into bed and warm him up. But, at the moment, Malone could be heard humming some tune that only the young American only knew. Whatever it was, Malone was humming it slowly.
Not gonna work, Ned, Roxton snuggled his pillow, I’m in bed and here I’m stayin’! Yup, nothin’ like a day in bed with nuthin’ . . .
“Ooh . . . darn it!” An amused curse mixed with the sound of the running water, “I dropped the Loam!”
Roxton’s brow furrowed.
“Ah well,” a sigh, “I guess I’ll just have to pick it up myself.”
Roxton’s eyes popped open.
“Ow. Soap . . . got some’a that Loam in my eye.” Slightly annoyed sounding, “Now, I’ll just have to bend over and feel around until I find the Loam so I can finish my shower! Now, where is it . . . ?”
“Oh no you don’t!” Roxton scrambled out of bed, the covers flying and landing in scattered heaps as he scrambled out of the room, headed for the shower, “No playing pick up the Loam without me, Malone!”
Author: batmouse
Fandom: The Lost World
Genre: Slash
Pairing: R/M (Roxton/Malone)
Series/Sequels: No thanks, got some.
Rating: FRAO . . . sorta? Kinda?
Summary: Lord John Roxton’s staying in bed and nothing, but nothing Malone can do will get him out of bed . . . sort’a.
Notes: Didn’t use any.
Warnings: Don’t waste water, shower with a friend. If this type of material’s offensive to you, then you shouldn't be readin’ this in the first place! So go read somethin’ borin’, like, now!
Disclaimer: Ain’t got me no claims, Dagnabbit! ‘Ceptin’ maybe the story line.
URL: Ain’t got none’a that neither!
by batmouse
“Nope.” Roxton stretched, rolled over and burrowed into his pillow, “Not gettin’ up.”
“And why not?” Malone, standing beside the bed, stretched and scratched.
“We got the tree house to ourselves,” came the muffled reply, “no important work that needs catching up on and nothin’ but nothin’s getting’ me outta bed.”
“Even for some fun in another part of the tree house?” Malone asked curiously, “Say . . . on the balcony? Or on the dining room table? Or . . . even the stairs?”
“Nothing.”
Okay.” Malone shrugged and patted out of their sleeping area, “Well, you enjoy your lay in. Me? I’m gonna go take a shower.”
Good try, Neddy-M’lad, Roxton lifted his head and peeked, . . . but no.
From another part of the tree house, Roxton could hear the shower water starting. Yep, having the shower was a lot more convenient then having to wander down to the old swimming hole when a person wanted to get clean. A lot warmer too since Challenger figured out how to heat the water and . . . ah, heck, sometimes the old swimming hole was more fun . . . for swimming naked . . . with Malone . . .
“This Loam-stuff that Veronica showed us works better than the soap they make back home!” Malone called as he soaped himself, “It lathers up quicker and cleaner.”
“Yes it does, Ned.” Roxton pulled his head under the covers, wishing Malone would hurry up with his shower than get back into bed and warm him up. But, at the moment, Malone could be heard humming some tune that only the young American only knew. Whatever it was, Malone was humming it slowly.
Not gonna work, Ned, Roxton snuggled his pillow, I’m in bed and here I’m stayin’! Yup, nothin’ like a day in bed with nuthin’ . . .
“Ooh . . . darn it!” An amused curse mixed with the sound of the running water, “I dropped the Loam!”
Roxton’s brow furrowed.
“Ah well,” a sigh, “I guess I’ll just have to pick it up myself.”
Roxton’s eyes popped open.
“Ow. Soap . . . got some’a that Loam in my eye.” Slightly annoyed sounding, “Now, I’ll just have to bend over and feel around until I find the Loam so I can finish my shower! Now, where is it . . . ?”
“Oh no you don’t!” Roxton scrambled out of bed, the covers flying and landing in scattered heaps as he scrambled out of the room, headed for the shower, “No playing pick up the Loam without me, Malone!”