DANCE
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Category:
G through L › The Lost World
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,339
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
DANCE
Title: DANCE
Author: batmouse
Fandom: The Lost World
Genre: Slash
Pairing: R/M (Roxton/Malone)
Series/Sequels: No thanks, got some.
Rating: FRAO . . . sorta? Kinda?
Summary: Waking up after a dance . . . the morning after.
Notes: Didn’t use any.
Warnings: Don’t walk there, the floor’s wet! Oh, sorry. Two guys in the after-glow, the next morning. If this type of material’s offensive to you, then you shouldn't be here in the first place so leave, now!
Disclaimer: Ain’t got me no claims, dagnabit! ‘Cept the story.
URL: Ain’t got none’a that neither!
~~~oO0Oo~~~
DANCE
by batmouse
~~~oO0Oo~~~
Lord John Roxton awoke in a strange bed. In a strange bed and naked. In a strange bed, not alone. Very not alone.
He took one look at the nice expanse of honey-ivory flesh lying sprawled across him and the sleep-tousled blonde head resting on his chest and everything seemed right with the world. It was really comfortable where he was . . . then, he realized that he was naked! With a nicely rumpled and an equally naked Malone!
“HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED?!?” He cried when he found his voice and would later deny that it was high pitched and girly sounding.
“Geez, John,” Ned woke up and lifted his sleepy head to look at him through bleary blue eyes, trying to focus on the sexy British Lord, “Yell a little louder, okay? I don’t think they heard you in the Zanga Village.
“M –Malone . . .” Roxton whispered urgently, trying to sound manly again, “. . . wha . . . what’re we doing in bed together? Naked and together?!?”
“Well,” Malone put his head back down on Roxton’s chest, snuggled in and got comfortable, “I’d say we both got lucky last night, if my sticky sore butt’s anything to go by.”
“No, I mean . . . I – I rode your bum?” Roxton was incredulous. He could imagine himself astride Malone, buried deep and . . . he shook his head to clear it. He figured he had no place going there in his head, “No. No, I mean, how did we end up here? Like this. Naked and together . . . and . . . and did we really have sex? Together? But, how?”
“Well, when two guys are really really horney and . . .” Roxton scowled and Malone got serious, “Okay, we were drinking and the four of us, you, me, Summerlee and Marguerite, were playing spin the bottle.” Malone looked up at him, again, “And the person the bottle pointed at had to do a challenge. Ours was to dance together.”
“Then . . . ?”
“Oh.” Malone seemed to realize that Roxton didn’t remember too much about the night before, “Well, we danced, we laughed, we drank some more . . . and you asked me if I was naughty or nice. I said both and you said prove it.” Silence for a minute, then, a sunny gold smile from Malone, “So, did I? You know, prove it?”
“Well,” Roxton had a concentrated look on his brow as he felt around behind him or under him where his hind end was, “I’d say that I’m going to be walking around funny for a while. Apparently, we both had fun . . .”
“Good,” Malone closed his eyes and snuggled again, “now go back to sleep.”
Now, that sounded like a very good idea. Roxton dropped his head down on his pillowed, squirmed a little tighter into malone’s warmth and closed his eyes and was about to drop off to sleep again . . .
“Wait!” Roxton’s eyes popped open, shocked, “What about the others!?!”
“Shhh! Let’em get a British Lord their own.” Malone hushed him. Roxton tapped him on the shoulder. Malone sighed and looked up, “Okay, okay, don’t worry, nobody’s gonna say anything. Once Marguerite wakes up and finds she’s in Summerlee’s bed, I’d say we’re safe. And don’t worry about Veronica and Challenger. Remember, they went off to the Zanga Village yesterday afternoon?”
“Oh, okay.” Roxton closed his eyes, embraced Malone lovingly and began to drift off, when his green eyes popped open again, “Marguerite slept with Summerlee? Professor Summerlee?”
“Yeah,” Malone didn’t bother to open his eyes, “He said something about snow on the rooftop and a fire in the furnace . . . and she went for it.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” Malone had a smile on his lips, “And you kept complaining that she was loud.”
“Oh . . . Huh!?!”
end .
Author: batmouse
Fandom: The Lost World
Genre: Slash
Pairing: R/M (Roxton/Malone)
Series/Sequels: No thanks, got some.
Rating: FRAO . . . sorta? Kinda?
Summary: Waking up after a dance . . . the morning after.
Notes: Didn’t use any.
Warnings: Don’t walk there, the floor’s wet! Oh, sorry. Two guys in the after-glow, the next morning. If this type of material’s offensive to you, then you shouldn't be here in the first place so leave, now!
Disclaimer: Ain’t got me no claims, dagnabit! ‘Cept the story.
URL: Ain’t got none’a that neither!
DANCE
by batmouse
~~~oO0Oo~~~
Lord John Roxton awoke in a strange bed. In a strange bed and naked. In a strange bed, not alone. Very not alone.
He took one look at the nice expanse of honey-ivory flesh lying sprawled across him and the sleep-tousled blonde head resting on his chest and everything seemed right with the world. It was really comfortable where he was . . . then, he realized that he was naked! With a nicely rumpled and an equally naked Malone!
“HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED?!?” He cried when he found his voice and would later deny that it was high pitched and girly sounding.
“Geez, John,” Ned woke up and lifted his sleepy head to look at him through bleary blue eyes, trying to focus on the sexy British Lord, “Yell a little louder, okay? I don’t think they heard you in the Zanga Village.
“M –Malone . . .” Roxton whispered urgently, trying to sound manly again, “. . . wha . . . what’re we doing in bed together? Naked and together?!?”
“Well,” Malone put his head back down on Roxton’s chest, snuggled in and got comfortable, “I’d say we both got lucky last night, if my sticky sore butt’s anything to go by.”
“No, I mean . . . I – I rode your bum?” Roxton was incredulous. He could imagine himself astride Malone, buried deep and . . . he shook his head to clear it. He figured he had no place going there in his head, “No. No, I mean, how did we end up here? Like this. Naked and together . . . and . . . and did we really have sex? Together? But, how?”
“Well, when two guys are really really horney and . . .” Roxton scowled and Malone got serious, “Okay, we were drinking and the four of us, you, me, Summerlee and Marguerite, were playing spin the bottle.” Malone looked up at him, again, “And the person the bottle pointed at had to do a challenge. Ours was to dance together.”
“Then . . . ?”
“Oh.” Malone seemed to realize that Roxton didn’t remember too much about the night before, “Well, we danced, we laughed, we drank some more . . . and you asked me if I was naughty or nice. I said both and you said prove it.” Silence for a minute, then, a sunny gold smile from Malone, “So, did I? You know, prove it?”
“Well,” Roxton had a concentrated look on his brow as he felt around behind him or under him where his hind end was, “I’d say that I’m going to be walking around funny for a while. Apparently, we both had fun . . .”
“Good,” Malone closed his eyes and snuggled again, “now go back to sleep.”
Now, that sounded like a very good idea. Roxton dropped his head down on his pillowed, squirmed a little tighter into malone’s warmth and closed his eyes and was about to drop off to sleep again . . .
“Wait!” Roxton’s eyes popped open, shocked, “What about the others!?!”
“Shhh! Let’em get a British Lord their own.” Malone hushed him. Roxton tapped him on the shoulder. Malone sighed and looked up, “Okay, okay, don’t worry, nobody’s gonna say anything. Once Marguerite wakes up and finds she’s in Summerlee’s bed, I’d say we’re safe. And don’t worry about Veronica and Challenger. Remember, they went off to the Zanga Village yesterday afternoon?”
“Oh, okay.” Roxton closed his eyes, embraced Malone lovingly and began to drift off, when his green eyes popped open again, “Marguerite slept with Summerlee? Professor Summerlee?”
“Yeah,” Malone didn’t bother to open his eyes, “He said something about snow on the rooftop and a fire in the furnace . . . and she went for it.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah,” Malone had a smile on his lips, “And you kept complaining that she was loud.”
“Oh . . . Huh!?!”