For faithbeckett over at LJ who wanted Norman/SPF "filthy dirty hot something or other".
Sean is totally going to blame this on the jaegermeister.
But right now he's just going to concentrate on the fact that Norman is naked under him and arching up into him, and their skin is slick with sweat, and his cock is sliding along Norman's in a way that makes them both groan low in the back of their throats.
But he's going to blame the jaegermeister that he decided to give Norman a German lesson in their hotel room at 3 in the morning after far too much alcohol. He's going to blame the Jaegermeister that said German lesson ended up with him telling Norman to take off his pants. In German.
Norman had done it though, something in the way Sean had said must have been universal because Norman took one look at Sean's face and did it.
Sean's going to totally blame the Jaegermeister that his next conscious thought was that he probably shouln't be launching himself at Norman, his friend, and pulling him down to the floor and trying to get his hands on every possibly inch of skin.
"Jesus Christ Sean, fuck me already." Norman drags the words out, arches his hips and digs his fingers into Sean's arms, he's going to have brusies there in the mornnig and he couldn't care less.
As he slides into Norman, Fuck Sean, harder, Sean thinks maybe Jaegermeister is his new favourite drink.