Disclaimer: If they actually belonged to me, this wouldn't be fanfiction, now would it?
Warning: Drabble. Oneshot (part of a series of oneshots I'm writing in different fandoms, connected only by the prompt). Implied slash. Duh. New Generation.
Utensil Joy
Part Seize
Jem can't help but stare as Teddy picks through the carton of take-away lo mein, long fingers surprisingly elegant as they manipulate the chopsticks with a dexterity Jem envies, even as he wonders what else those fingers can do.
"Want me to show you?" Teddy's voice cuts into Jem's thoughts, and Jem can feel his face heat up.
"Wh-what?"
"If you'd rather not use that," Teddy gestures with his chopsticks at the fork in Jem's hand.
"Oh." Jem is sure his face is hotter than a pepper, but the thought of Teddy's fingers guiding his is too much. "Yeah. Sure."
END