Heyo All!!!!
I was trying to help my beloved Lambchop find inspiration to write, and I desided that I wanted to write something for her! This is what popped into my head. Possibly to naughtiest thing I've ever written... lol.
WARNING HINTED HOMOSEXUAL, SEXUAL SITUATIONS!!! WARNING
"Hiro-kun?" Brooklyn poked the older blader who squirmed in his sleep. Brooklyn had an urge and he wasn't leaving until Hiro answered it. These came once in a blue moon, so he would be patient in getting what he wanted.
"Mah. What, Brooke?" the man asked sleepily as he turned over and pulled a pillow over his head.
"Give me something to write about. You wanted me to write something for you, right?" Hiro sighed at the innocent blader and sat up. The blankets pooled around his bare waist and he rubbed his head, further tussling his already outrageous hair.
"Brooke, it's five in the morning. Didn't I tire you out enough for you to sleep in?" Brooklyn smiled at the memory and nodded his head.
"I wanna write though. Please?" Hiro glanced at the redhead for a quick second before quickly shutting them. Brooklyn was sitting all too innocently on his bed, in nothing but his boxers and a damp towel slung around his neck. His hair was dripping slightly, telling Hiro that he had just gotten out of the shower.
"Ugh, what do you want to write about?" he asked, plopping down on the bed and flinging his arm over his eyes.
"I don't know. Something, anything. I just wanna write!" Brooklyn jumped up and down slightly on the bed, rocking the bed slightly.
"Brooke, you should really stop that," Hiro groaned.
"Sorry," he muttered. "Now what do you want me to write you? Anything at all!"
When he didn't get an answer, an evil idea passed through his thoughts; if Hiro wouldn't answer him when he kindly asked, he'd get an answer out of him the good way...
He leaned down, putting his arms on either side of Hiro's head.
"Tell me what you want..." he purred against the blue haired boys' ear, before nibbling slightly on his ear lobe. Hiro groaned again.
"Brooke, stop it."
"Not until you tell me... I can go on like this for hours... can you?" he whispered teasingly.
Suddenly, Hiro flipped them over, so he was pinning the boy against the royal blue sheets. Brooke shook his head and put his hands between them.
"Not until you tell me."
Hiro sighed and thought for a minute. It was hard for him to think of anything but the boy under him at the moment,
"Your clearest memory of us." Brooke grinned and kissed him, before pushing the shocked man off him and running to the bedroom door.
"I'll tell you when I'm done!" he called from down the hall. Hiro sighed and glared at the boy. No way he was getting to sleep now... a cold shower was sounding really good though.
"Hiro-kun!" Hiro looked toward the living room, where Brooklyn had spent the morning. It was almost time for him to start making lunch by the time Brooklyn had called to him.
Said redhead all but leapt into the room, and slid into the seat next to Hiro. He pushed the papers in front of him, and waited with baited breath while Hiro picked them up and began to scan the pages.
His eyes widened and Brooklyn grinned at his partner.
"Your clearest memory of us"
Hiro shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he continued to read. He both regretted and loved that he had asked for the most vivid memory. He could see it playing behind his eyes like a movie.
It was last night.
"Well?" Brooklyn asked after Hiro put the pages down. "Any good?"
"Brooke..." Brooklyn blinked slowly. "Get up stairs." Brooklyn grinned and flew up the stairs with the blue haired man closely following him.
Score!
Forgotten on the table, was the story Brooklyn had spent all morning working so hard on, titled: You Started It.
I hope you all liked It! This was unBETAed.