Disclaimer: Dis-claimer, that means they aren't mine. It would be called a claimer otherwise, wouldn't it?
A.N: Thanks for the reviews to this as well as all the ones for the final of Cabin Fever. Again, this isn't beta'd as it's merely a drabble. It's got undertones of smut – blame them on Ren asking for smut and this being my distraction from working on it. Enjoy! This would've been up sooner but doc manager has been playing up...
Tommy laid curled up, head resting on Jason's chest, an arm slung protectively, possessively even, across his waist. One of his thighs had insinuated itself between Jason's legs and he sighed contentedly as Jason stroked meaningless patterns and words onto his back.
"So, who are you going as?" Jason murmured down into Tommy's hair which was tickling lightly at his face as he placed a kiss in the mussed mop.
"Now that would be telling," Tommy teased, running a hand up Jason's ribs, making him squirm. He loved using the fact Jason was ticklish against him. Mainly because Jason retaliated. So what if Tommy was ticklish too – that didn't mean he didn't want Jason to tickle him. After all, it usually resulted in a lot of rolling around, groping and getting hot and bothered with one or the other emerging victorious and pinning the other to the ground. Now, how could anyone in his position say that was a bad thing?
As expected, Jason squirmed, attempting to get away from Tommy's playful hands. It was probably the one and only time he'd ever want to be away from them… but he really hated being tickled. Although, there were definite benefits to a little torture.
However, Jason was on to Tommy's little mind games by now and refused to play into the hands of his manipulative lover. Why did that word always sound so… cruel? He liked Tommy's variation of manipulation; it usually ended in a lot of very unique positions.
Anyway, that was beside the point. He rolled them over so Tommy was sprawled out haphazardly on the bed underneath him, pinned to the mattress with his greater weight. He thought he almost heard Tommy meep at the move but knew better than that. Tommy like it when Jason got aggressive, but, again, he wasn't going to play into that.
He moved his lips to Tommy's, kissing him briefly before allowing his lips to slide over a firm jaw and work their way up to nipping and tugging gently at an ear lobe. "Well, it's a masked costume party; if you don't tell me who you're going as how will I know which one is you?"
Tommy smirked and pushed up to kiss Jason fiercely before replying, "Let's put it this way. I'll be going as your better half…" He trailed of as he began trailing nip kisses down Jason's throat.
It took him a few moments to process the information given to him before bursting out into uncontrolled laughter. Tommy loved that. Seeing Jason's eye's crinkle at the edges as he laughed freely, all worry dissipating from his face quickly. As if he wasn't a teenager who had seen too much and was a little too jaded but just a typical teenage boy who liked to act a bit too cynical for his age.
The laughter was contagious and soon Tommy was laughing too, rolling them over so they lay side by side facing each other. After a few moments Jason's hand tangled in his hair and he spoke, breathing hot against Tommy's skin, "Well then, are you sure you aren't the one who needs the horns to keep the halo up?"
"No," Tommy replied, leaning in close for a kiss, but stopping just short, "You keep my halo up all on it's own," He answered, closing the distance to kiss Jason firmly once again.
This was going to be one interesting party – if they ever got there.