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storypaint) wrote2009-04-08 01:47 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-04-08 01:47 pm
Nonsense (Wilbur/Lewis)
Title: Nonsense
Length: 193 words
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comment_fic: Meet the Robinsons, Wilbur/Lewis, "since I don't exist yet it's not technically incest"
Pairing: Wilbur/Lewis
Other: incest; sexual themes
Excerpt: "You know," Wilbur says, voice husky, "Technically, I don't exist yet."
They're both breathing like they've run a mile and Lewis can feel his face burning, burning so much that he thinks that if Wilbur reached out and touched him, he'd have to take his fingers away because of the heat.
And he watches, eyes widening, as Wilbur reaches out, and nearly touches him. That's when he panics and scoots back on the seat, even though he can't go very far in the time machine (and the window is clouded from their breathing, oh dear).
"You know," Wilbur says, voice husky, "Technically, I don't exist yet."
"And your point?" Lewis manages to say as his voice cracks, and Wilbur leans forward and brushes his lips against Lewis's cheek.
"So it's not really, you know, incest," he says cheerfully, biting Lewis's earlobe, and the blonde boy squeaks again, pushing his glasses up on his nose.
Wilbur pulls back, wearing a mock serious look. "Tsk, tsk," he says, and takes the glasses from Lewis's face, tucking them carefully up on the dashboard and leaning down to kiss him again.
That logic makes no sense, Wilbur thinks, in a moment before he stops thinking about very much of anything at all.
Length: 193 words
Prompt:
comment_fic: Meet the Robinsons, Wilbur/Lewis, "since I don't exist yet it's not technically incest"Pairing: Wilbur/Lewis
Other: incest; sexual themes
Excerpt: "You know," Wilbur says, voice husky, "Technically, I don't exist yet."
They're both breathing like they've run a mile and Lewis can feel his face burning, burning so much that he thinks that if Wilbur reached out and touched him, he'd have to take his fingers away because of the heat.
And he watches, eyes widening, as Wilbur reaches out, and nearly touches him. That's when he panics and scoots back on the seat, even though he can't go very far in the time machine (and the window is clouded from their breathing, oh dear).
"You know," Wilbur says, voice husky, "Technically, I don't exist yet."
"And your point?" Lewis manages to say as his voice cracks, and Wilbur leans forward and brushes his lips against Lewis's cheek.
"So it's not really, you know, incest," he says cheerfully, biting Lewis's earlobe, and the blonde boy squeaks again, pushing his glasses up on his nose.
Wilbur pulls back, wearing a mock serious look. "Tsk, tsk," he says, and takes the glasses from Lewis's face, tucking them carefully up on the dashboard and leaning down to kiss him again.
That logic makes no sense, Wilbur thinks, in a moment before he stops thinking about very much of anything at all.