Revenge, NC17, Linke/Franky
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steins_storiesTitle: Revenge
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steinsgrrl
Fandom: Panik
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I in no way intend to insinuate that any of the below actually happened. It is simply a piece of written entertainment based on the public personas of real people.
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Adult Content
Summary: Franky's tired of trying to have a conversation with Linke's books
Author's Note: a 20_in_09 fic: books
Franky dropped his toothbrush back in the cup, spit into the sink and rinsed his mouth with a swallow of water from the tap.
“Anyway, I told my sister that we’d be there for dinner on Silvester. I asked her if we should bring something.”
“Uh huh.“ Linke grunted from his spot under the covers, propped against the headboard, and turned a page in the book he was reading.
“She said we didn’t have to,“ Franky stripped down to his boxers, sitting on the edge of the bed to take his socks off. “but I think we should, no matter what she said.”
“Mhm.” Linke hummed and scratched his belly, his eyes never leaving the page in front of him.
Franky pulled the covers back on his side of the bed and slid between them. “I found a new recipe for beef and broccoli,” he fluffed his pillows, punching them down with his fist before settling on his side, facing Linke, “and you know I can’t make it here.”
Linke smiled and turned another page.
Franky watched his lover’s eyes move back and forth over the lines in front of him and he sighed. He reached out to finger the blue, canvas cover of the book Linke was holding.
Enough.
He’d had enough. Ever since Linke had found that site online that sold the entire Alexandre Dumas bibliography, he’d had his face constantly stuck between the pages of a succession of tomes. And Franky was sick of trying to hold a conversation with a book.
“So um,” Franky tapped lightly on the corner and trailed his finger down over where Linke’s fingers wrapped around the back of the book. “They have a sale on bull testicles at the butcher.”
Linke grunted again and caught Franky’s fingers in his own, bringing his legs up to cradle the book. His eyes still hadn’t left the page in front of him.
“But the recipe says I can’t cut them. You have to eat them whole. Do you think you can fit a whole bull testicle in your mouth, Linke?” Franky’s lips curved into a smile and his eyes began to gleam.
“And I think if I don’t cook them all the way…” Franky paused, waiting for a reaction from Linke.
Nothing. Not an eye blink, not a glance in his direction.
It was time to bring out the big guns.
Franky lifted the covers and burrowed under them, giving Linke no warning before pulling his lover’s cock through the hole in his boxers and sucking it quickly and deeply into his mouth. Linke’s legs straightened out sharply and he felt something hard hit the back of his head. He scrunched his eyes up, wincing, but not losing his rhythm on the rapidly hardening flesh in his mouth.
“Fuck, sorry.” Linke breathed, his words garbled but understandable from Franky‘s buried perspective. The heavy weight lifted from his head and Franky heard the book snap shut and the muffled thud of it hitting the floor beside their bed.
It didn’t take long before Franky’s talented mouth and tongue had Linke on the edge, thrusting hard between his lips. His fingers massaged Linke’s balls and he dipped a finger down his lover’s crease, reveling in the moans that must have been much louder outside the covers.
Just as Linke’s hands wormed under the blankets and his fingers started running through his hair, Linke’s balls started to tighten, and Franky knew it wouldn’t be long before Linke came. He also knew it was time for step two of his plan.
Franky pulled his mouth off of Linke’s weeping cock with a hot lick up the bottom side. He scrambled up to the top of the bed, breathing heavily and sweating as he gasped for fresh air. Ignoring Linke’s squeaks of protest and mouth hanging open in surprise, he kissed his lover on the cheek.
“When you grunt at me, honey,” Franky smiled at him, licking his lips, “I want it to be because you’re coming inside me. Not because you’re ignoring me.”
And with that, Franky turned over and pulled his covers up under his chin. He couldn’t help but smile at the lost, sputtering sounds behind him as Linke figured out that Franky wasn’t finishing what he started.
“Oh! Oh, so that’s what this was about! Well,” the bed bounced suddenly behind Franky, and he tensed, ducking his face into his pillow to hide the laugh he could feel bubbling in his chest, “I‘ll show you grunt!”
As Linke dove under the covers and grabbed the waistband of Franky’s boxers, Franky barked out the laugh that couldn’t be smothered and reached up to turn off the light.
Author:
steinsgrrl Fandom: Panik
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I in no way intend to insinuate that any of the below actually happened. It is simply a piece of written entertainment based on the public personas of real people.
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Adult Content
Summary: Franky's tired of trying to have a conversation with Linke's books
Author's Note: a 20_in_09 fic: books
Franky dropped his toothbrush back in the cup, spit into the sink and rinsed his mouth with a swallow of water from the tap.
“Anyway, I told my sister that we’d be there for dinner on Silvester. I asked her if we should bring something.”
“Uh huh.“ Linke grunted from his spot under the covers, propped against the headboard, and turned a page in the book he was reading.
“She said we didn’t have to,“ Franky stripped down to his boxers, sitting on the edge of the bed to take his socks off. “but I think we should, no matter what she said.”
“Mhm.” Linke hummed and scratched his belly, his eyes never leaving the page in front of him.
Franky pulled the covers back on his side of the bed and slid between them. “I found a new recipe for beef and broccoli,” he fluffed his pillows, punching them down with his fist before settling on his side, facing Linke, “and you know I can’t make it here.”
Linke smiled and turned another page.
Franky watched his lover’s eyes move back and forth over the lines in front of him and he sighed. He reached out to finger the blue, canvas cover of the book Linke was holding.
Enough.
He’d had enough. Ever since Linke had found that site online that sold the entire Alexandre Dumas bibliography, he’d had his face constantly stuck between the pages of a succession of tomes. And Franky was sick of trying to hold a conversation with a book.
“So um,” Franky tapped lightly on the corner and trailed his finger down over where Linke’s fingers wrapped around the back of the book. “They have a sale on bull testicles at the butcher.”
Linke grunted again and caught Franky’s fingers in his own, bringing his legs up to cradle the book. His eyes still hadn’t left the page in front of him.
“But the recipe says I can’t cut them. You have to eat them whole. Do you think you can fit a whole bull testicle in your mouth, Linke?” Franky’s lips curved into a smile and his eyes began to gleam.
“And I think if I don’t cook them all the way…” Franky paused, waiting for a reaction from Linke.
Nothing. Not an eye blink, not a glance in his direction.
It was time to bring out the big guns.
Franky lifted the covers and burrowed under them, giving Linke no warning before pulling his lover’s cock through the hole in his boxers and sucking it quickly and deeply into his mouth. Linke’s legs straightened out sharply and he felt something hard hit the back of his head. He scrunched his eyes up, wincing, but not losing his rhythm on the rapidly hardening flesh in his mouth.
“Fuck, sorry.” Linke breathed, his words garbled but understandable from Franky‘s buried perspective. The heavy weight lifted from his head and Franky heard the book snap shut and the muffled thud of it hitting the floor beside their bed.
It didn’t take long before Franky’s talented mouth and tongue had Linke on the edge, thrusting hard between his lips. His fingers massaged Linke’s balls and he dipped a finger down his lover’s crease, reveling in the moans that must have been much louder outside the covers.
Just as Linke’s hands wormed under the blankets and his fingers started running through his hair, Linke’s balls started to tighten, and Franky knew it wouldn’t be long before Linke came. He also knew it was time for step two of his plan.
Franky pulled his mouth off of Linke’s weeping cock with a hot lick up the bottom side. He scrambled up to the top of the bed, breathing heavily and sweating as he gasped for fresh air. Ignoring Linke’s squeaks of protest and mouth hanging open in surprise, he kissed his lover on the cheek.
“When you grunt at me, honey,” Franky smiled at him, licking his lips, “I want it to be because you’re coming inside me. Not because you’re ignoring me.”
And with that, Franky turned over and pulled his covers up under his chin. He couldn’t help but smile at the lost, sputtering sounds behind him as Linke figured out that Franky wasn’t finishing what he started.
“Oh! Oh, so that’s what this was about! Well,” the bed bounced suddenly behind Franky, and he tensed, ducking his face into his pillow to hide the laugh he could feel bubbling in his chest, “I‘ll show you grunt!”
As Linke dove under the covers and grabbed the waistband of Franky’s boxers, Franky barked out the laugh that couldn’t be smothered and reached up to turn off the light.
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Date: 2009-04-01 06:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-01 11:42 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it! Thanks :D
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Date: 2009-04-01 07:03 am (UTC)This was a perfect way to start the day <3
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Date: 2009-04-01 11:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-01 07:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-01 11:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-01 08:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-01 11:44 am (UTC)Thanks, sweetie! :D
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Date: 2009-04-01 11:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-01 11:46 am (UTC)Thanks, sweetie. I'm glad it made you smile! <333
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Date: 2009-04-01 11:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-01 11:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-01 02:55 pm (UTC)just what I need more bunnies...
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Date: 2009-04-01 02:58 pm (UTC)LOL...didn't mean to set off a reproductive frenzy in your head! *grins* But I guess if you don't mind, I don't mind.
Thanks for reading, sweetie! <3
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Date: 2009-04-01 03:12 pm (UTC)Linke: *happily crunching on a bit of bacon* I have breakfast i don't care...
Really?
Linke *scowls* what are you plotting woman...
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Date: 2009-04-01 03:16 pm (UTC)I think I'm avoiding Key_fic a little, too. I wanted to take a few days off writing or thinking about writing since finishing Georg FQF, but ... Panik boys wouldn't let me. The brats.
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Date: 2009-04-01 03:19 pm (UTC)We have a table you know...
Linke: *mumbles* piled with projects
Frank: Not THAT piled.. *pulls a chain and shoved Linke into it* you want another egg?
those two are way to cute in the morning...
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Date: 2009-04-01 04:14 pm (UTC)ILY! &hearts
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Date: 2009-04-01 04:21 pm (UTC)I'm very much like Linke in this, too. I know I've snapped at my kids more than once when I'm reading, without even realizing I'm doing it. I know my husband would sometimes love to rip my laptop away from me, but it's an addiction, and I have to feed it. LOL
Thanks, sweetie! ♥♥♥
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Date: 2009-04-01 09:44 pm (UTC)I loved this, quite honestly. Omg, that'll teach you Linke!! Lol, I liked your Franky. x3
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Date: 2009-04-01 11:37 pm (UTC)Thanks, sweetie, I'm glad you liked it! <3
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Date: 2009-07-24 03:44 pm (UTC)