Disclaim: I do not in any way own Phineas and Ferb and other associated characters.
At the end when the music died down and the next band began to thrum something that numbed everybody into an adrenalin buzzed lull Buford watched Baljeet shutter, knobby knees giving out with the weight of what he'd done. Baljeet never expressed himself, occasionally through meek protests and neatly contained debates, but Jesus when he let go and went all out, let the world fall away and let all the pent up emotions fly off his shoulders for only those few moments when that brilliant mind was so open and not thinking about grades and the problems of the world, he was breathtaking. In those fleeting times Baljeet never looked more beautiful to Buford.
Deep dim eyes with pupils blown wide and hypnotically black and half mast, blue eye shadow and black liner still semi intact, belly quivering with nerves, mouth huffing burning breathes, spiked hair steadily recoiling after the sweat had washed the gel out. Buford wanted nothing more than to finish closing those eyes, smear that shadow and liner until it was indistinguishable from caramel skin, lay his huge palm across that quivering skin 'til it settled, inflame his throat by swallowing that fire, pull at that curling hair uncaring as his hands got sticky with gel.
Before Baljeet could come down from it all Buford had him in his hands, hoisted above his head, lips mashed together and tongues squirming in sync. Buford's thick fingers twirling the curls at the nape of the other's neck, feeling the erratic pulse beneath his beefy fingers and anchoring himself to it like it was the only rhythm that mattered anymore. Doing whatever it takes to keep the foreign boy from landing back onto the ground, middle finger slipping down the crack of sinfully low purple pants, there's a gasp, the current band slides into an epic guitar solo and Baljeet's so high and gone from now; moaning and panting, circling his boney hips, desperate for that extra wind to soar him just a bit more past the sky.
AN/ What? Is the one who made the community dedicated to Buford/Baljeet actually posting something relating to the pair? Yes, yes he is. And now you must behold my drabbles because I can never really write like longer stuff for these guys. To which I say – WHY GOD!