sexyscholar | You guys are not fair.

Oh my God. This was hilarious. Especially that last paragraph, because I can so picture it happening!
:D

They're killing me; they really are.

LOL, I had to stop writing that because it was about to become something else. :p

Draco was outraged.

"How dare you go in my closet and wear my clothes!"

Ron ignored him. "You act like that's the only thing I've dragged out of your closet." Draco flushed. "Anyway, these look better on me."

"They do not," Draco reeled. "These robes are worth more than anything you've ever owned! They're tailored for me! My build, my height-" The words snagged in his throat as he noticed the look on the ginger boy before him. Ron was beyond listening to reason, and his eyes were crawling openly over Draco's nearly naked physique.

"You know," Ron said thoughtfully as he let the robes slip from his shoulders and pool at his feet, "now that I look at you, you're right. These don't fit me at all."

Draco clutched at the towel about his waist, hoping against hope Ron wouldn't notice the growing bulge at his groin. "G-good," he stammered. "Can't have you stretching them out-" Ron was upon him in an instant, and before Draco could resist, his chest was pressed firmly to his bedroom wall, and his back wedged snugly against Ron's. He bit back a moan as Ron slipped the head of his erection closer to his anus and held his breath.

Ron chuckled darkly, and dragged his tongue along the length of Draco's neck. "Fair enough. I'll stretch something else instead."

...sorry. Sorry! Your fault. YOUR FAULT. *runs and hides*

YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME THIS WAY! WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?!

;___________________________;

Oh.

And this turn of phrase gave me happy shivers:

words snagged in his throat

Yeth.

sexyscholar always inspires the smut...it's why I love her.

This is great.

"Fair enough. I'll stretch something else instead."

Best line ever!

SHE FINISHED IT OMF!

OMFOMFOMF

omg....

I KNOW.

thatmikeychick totally needs to finish this.

:waits:

"Now, hang on-"

"Right." Ron pressed his fingers into Draco's hips, the pressure planting blossoming red welts between pale spans of flesh.

"No, no, wait!" Draco's voice climbed a few octaves without his permission. "You know the rules...!" He tensed while he awaited a response. When none came, he threw caution into the wind and opened his eyes. He dared a quick glance over his shoulder, and saw the ginger wizard surge with frustration. At once, he felt the vice-like grip on his hips cease, merely because the warmth of Ron's fingers left him so suddenly. Biting back a whimper, Draco turned a bit and looked at him.

His hands positioned at shoulders' width, Ron glared at the shorter wizard. His breath was coming in long, heavy spades of silent fury, while his eyes burned into Draco's with a ferocity to rival all the burning coals in England. With a slow but mighty heave, he hoisted himself upright and took a calming breath. Only when the embers in his eyes began to cool, did Draco dare to look down the length of his body. And it was only then, that he realized how close he had gotten to utter obliteration.

...in a good way.

Draco grinned at the minor victory and sauntered over to the bed. He gestured for Ron to lay down, pulling the smug, aristocratic grin he reserved only for situations like this one. Ron rolled his eyes and moved to his side. He shot him a dirty look before complying, and laid on his back, his impressive erection sending chills up Draco's spine.

Ron began muttering the lubrication spell, and Draco's mouth began to water. He cli,bed on the bed and stood over him briefly, his hands on his hips in a commanding sort of way, before he positioned himself at his lover's peak.

"I win, Weasley," he chirped snobbishly. "Again." With the last syllable, he sheathed Ron's length's within him, a long, guttural moan falling from the ginger wizard's mouth - the proverbial cherry on top. Draco paused for a bout of triumphant villainous laughter, and Ron seized the opportunity.

Draco let out a surprised whelp as Ron's body flipped him on his back, and groaned like a harlot when Ron rolled his hips against him. Ron bent Draco's legs against him, and Draco moaned as his lungs compressed. And Ron, feeling as though he'd made his point, dragged his tongue lazily up Draco's cheek, pausing only when he had reached his ear. Draco purred, and reached for Ron's arms, if nothing else to ground himself, before he was flung into oblivion. Ron, proving too quick, snatched Draco's delicate wrists and pinned them at his sides.

The rhythm was a pounding, slow staccato, the force of it enough to pound the headboard loudly against the wall. Draco crooned as his vision blurred, his breaths leaving forcibly from his lungs. Ron panted quietly above him, the sweat carving copper ringlets of hair against his scalp. Draco squirmed as much as his confinement would allow, but Ron's rhythm grew rapid, and the snugness of his cock between his own legs suddenly betrayed his reserve.

Draco came with a shout, the sound of his lust-torn voice echoing sharply in the small room. Ron finally let out his distinct groan of approval, and continued to pummel away at the man beneath him. Draco writhed and squirmed, his slight nails digging crescents into the freckled flesh of Ron's arm. The pain of it sent Ron over himself, his head tossed back, exposing the thick chords of his neck to the sunlit room.

The blonde wizard panted while the ginger grunted his attempt to recover lost breath. Ron grinned triumphantly and bent over Draco once more, his breath like steam against the pink skin of Draco's ear.

"I win, Malfoy." Draco did whimper that time, whether out of defeat or arousal he'd never admit. Ron moved swiftly away and lay stretched across the bed, leaving Draco to shiver. "Like always." Draco could do nothing but laugh, the chuckles teetering on hysteria.

"Like always," he agreed.

Ron nodded. "You know the rules."

Draco scoffed, pulling the familial sneer of disdain. "Weasleyisourking."

"I'm sorry?"

"Weasley is our King."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Weasley. Is. Our King." Draco snapped, his temper flaring. Ron smiled wickedly and reclined, his arms folded behind his head.

"Good boy."

*collapses* Das goot?

Ja ja, das goot.

::falls completely the fuck out::

Okay. Siriusly though. Can I like, rec this, or you post it to

r_d_fire_n_ice or something? Because goddammit, this need so to be out there for others to read.

YETH.

Wow, I've never had someone want to rec some of my stuff before. Go for it! And thank you!

Pssh. No, thank you.

Of course, if I do post this, people might want you to write more.

We're kind of rabid for R/D smex. 0:)

(Do you have a title for this, or did you just want to go with "untitled?")

Hee, hee! Untitled is fine, I guess. :D

PS, you realize it's two parts, right? I dunno if I conveyed that properly in the story. :/)

Otay. :)

Yup. I planned to copy both sections from your comments and post them as one, if that's alright.

Eep.

I just remembered; you might have to join the community to see it. Because I gave it a R/NC-17 rating, I had to lock it.

Rec'd. :)

If there's anything wrong with the way I put it together or anything else, lemme know and I will fix it. I want this to have the same effect on anyone else who reads it as it did

stuckinsea and I.

We're puddles of goo out here. :p

Guh! The images! I love it!

giggles
bounces at the idea of hot rup/tom rps

bounces at the idea of hot rup/tom rps

I know! They just...they make it so bloody easy. And this wearing-a-suit-with-a-tshirt-business that they're both doing was just the capper for me.

writeitwriteitwriteit

I realize you don't know me but I saw your post off of someone else's flist and have to ask: Do you know why Tom's shoelaces are different colors?

Sorry for the randomness but I can't stop staring.

You know, I wondered about that myself...I have no idea.

I like to think that Rupert shagged him until he couldn't distinguish colour anymore and just laced them with the nearest strings he could find. :p

Never apologise for random. Random is awesome! :)

I wonder, are their dressing rooms or trailers right next to each other? Wouldn't it be a great RPF to have something happened to one of the rooms/trailers, and they're forced to share for whatever reason?

And, in the mess, they begin wearing each other's clothes by 'accident' and rumors begin on set?

Perfect tagline: What happens in Rupert and Tom's trailer stays in Rupert and Tom's trailer. ;D

Or... What's blonde and red and sweaty all over?

Or... If this trailer is a rockin', don't come knockin'!

Or... Some other clichéd line.

I need a Rupert/Tom icon. Can anyone point me in a direction? Or to a picture that would make a great icon?

What's blonde and red and sweaty all over?

I'm on that like white on rice.

they begin wearing each other's clothes by 'accident' and rumors begin on set

Especially when they wearing them backwards and inside-out...

This is the first time I've actually been tempted to write RPF; because I can so see it happening in my head.

OMG, my brain is so full of crack right now... I just thought, 'I wonder if when they'd go on a date Rupert would pick him up in the ice cream truck.'

Forget RuPaul-- RuTom FTW!

I just thought, 'I wonder if when they'd go on a date Rupert would pick him up in the ice cream truck.'

OMFYES.

And Tom will ask him to put on the sombrero.

Horribly late response, sorry.

Actually, I think Tom would want to wear the sombrero. Except Rupert wants to wear it, and then they have a fight over it and once they get back on set everyone wants to know why... Can you imagine?

'We had a lovers tiff over a bloody sombrero,' Tom sniff-snorts into DanRad's shoulder. DanRad's shifts nervously and looks around.

'Tom,' he whispers urgently, 'there's cameras about!'

'Oh, you're useless,' Tom says, lifting his head from DanRad's shoulder and putting his head in his hands instead. 'I need to find someone else.'

'Why don't try Emma? She's in her trailer,' he suggests quickly, hoping it will soothe the man and he'll be able to make his escape.

Instead, the blonde shakes head. 'Her shoulders are too bony. I already tried,' he says, then sighs hopelessly. 'What do you think about Matt? He's got nice shoulders, yeah?'

'Uh...'

'Or James and Oliver. They're bony, too, but maybe they can double up,' he says, his expression a bit more hopeful. Then his eyes well up again and DanRad considers just bolting for it. Anyone could see them! He had been just sitting at the bench, eating his late lunch quietly, when Tom had come over, sat down beside, and promptly launched on him, crying. He still isn't sure what the crying's about, something involving Rupert and a sombrero, but it's enough to know that he doesn't want to know.

'An-An-And-And h-his shoulders-- do you know how pale he is? And they're not bony or bulky, they're just perfect and strong and... Oh, damn him!'

DanRad knows he's got to get out of this before he finds out any more, so he tries to think of all the girlie things he's managed to learn from his female costars. They were always leaving those girlie magizines all over the place and squealing over them. And, y'know, he's a curious guy, and a column or two doesn't take away his masculinity or anything--

'And that hair, guh, do you know how soft it is? It's like all those sappy stories the girls are squealing about--'

Yeah, he needs to end this quick. He runs through everything he's ever heard before and just blurts out the first thing that seems appropriate.

'Tell him!' he just about shouts, causing Tom to nearly fall off the bench and stare at him as if he forgot he was even there. 'Tell him,' he repeated at a much lower volume. 'Does-- Does he know all of this?'

Tom just shakes his head.

'So... Tell him,' DanRad says, and grins in a way that he hopes is reassuringly and not just plain weird. Not that it matters, Tom isn't looking at him any longer, instead staring at the floor.

Suddenly he stands up and makes dusting off motions. 'You're right,' he says, 'he deserves to know. That sombrero is mine!' He then stalks off, leaving DanRad to wonder if he's truly the last sane one on the set. Then he stands, pauses, shakes head, and walks off. He has a date to get ready for, and Rob just won't believe this...

...

I just totally wrote my first RPF. Holy shit. O_o

:squeals with delight:

You see?! See how easy that was? Rupert & Tom want you to ship them.

Hmm. :lifts up RPF and looks under it:

Funny, I don't see the part where Tom firmly tells Rupert that the sombrero is his and he's not leaving without it. And stuff happens.

:looks again hopefully:

;)

(Had to break it up because it was too long, hence the two replies.)

Hmm...

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Tom finally finds Rupert several hours later in the first place he should have looked-- his damn ice cream truck, parked out in a roped off lot and sticking out an awful lot like its owner's hair. He can see that hair from glancing in the window and sighs as he makes his way to front seat, where the sombrero lay. Of course I would fall for an eighteen-year-old who bought an ice cream truck before his first car. I really am mad, he thinks.

He snags the sombrero off the seat and cracks a smile as he looks at it. It's colorful and a bit tacky, but he loves it. Almost as much as I love the owner, he tells himself, rolling his eyes as he knows the opposite is the truth. He walks around to the back and opens the door.

The redhead is sitting in the back of it, eating a plain vanilla ice cream cone and ignoring him as he opens the door and steps inside, shutting the door behind him. He sighs again and moves to sit across from him, setting the sombrero next to them.

'Eat too much of that and they'll be after you for turning Ron into Dudley,' he says. Rupert glares at him.

'It's frozen yogurt,' he says and takes a big lick of it. Tom swallows hard and looks away.

'Frozen yogurt? Didn't know you liked it.'

'It's not so bad,' Rupert says. 'Besides I couldn't get the ice cream one to work.'

'You broke it?' Tom asks, looking over to the vanilla ice cream machine.

'I didn't break it, I just can't get it to work,' he huffs, drawing Tom's attention back to him. He mouths the top of the cone and swirls it around, then darts his tongue out to lick off what remains around his mouth.

Oh, dear God, Tom thinks, his eyes growing wide. He shifts nervously and he wonders if Rupert is doing it on purpose. He manages to yank his eyes up from Rupert's mouth to look at his expression. Nope, dead set on that damn cone and clueless as always. Gah, I think I love him.

'Still set on that being yours?' Rupert says, and it takes a minute for Tom's mind to process the question in a non-suggestive fashion.

'What?' he says.

'Thought that was my line,' he hears Rupert mutter. The redhead nods to the sombrero next to him. 'Still think that's yours?'

'Damn right it's mine!' Tom growls, snatching the sombrero and putting it on. Or, well, as best as he could, with the cabinets right behind him. He leaned forward, nearly into Rupert's personal space. 'Um, I have something else I want to say... I was, ah, talking to Dan, and--'

'So that's why!' Rupert says suddenly, eyes bright with amusement.

'What?' Tom repeats.

'Ran into Dan and Rob earlier before they left. They kept asking me about you. What did you tell him? He wouldn't look me in the eye and kept blushing. Maybe that was because Rob kept pinching his ass when he thought I wasn't looking.'

'You were looking at Dan's ass?'

'No, although he did jump enough once that it was at eye level,' Rupert says, mouthing the cone and twirling it again. There's much left and Tom is thankful for that. This is a special form of torture, he knows it is. 'Rob kept pulling that fake innocent look and they left soon after that to, err, "settle" things.'

'Did not need that mental image,' grumbles Tom. 'I talked to him, yeah. Probably not the most brilliant thing to do, but... Well, I want to to tell you something.'

Rupert sighs loudly, takes a bite out of the cone itself, and shakes his head.

'Tom?'

'What?'

'Keep the damn hat.'

'But--'

'You can have it,' Rupert insists, 'on one condition.' Tom swallows hard again, although for a very different reason.

'What?'

'The hat is yours,' he says, leaning forward until they're only a breath apart, eyes bluer than Tom's ever seen them and full of mischief, 'but only if you are mine.'

Tom slowly grins and gives him a sly look. 'You're not as clueless as everyone thinks you are, are you?'

'Not in everything,' he whispers, and leans in closer.

Tom's stomach's doing the buttery-fluttery thing and he starts to close his eyes. The next thing he knew, the sombrero was being yanked down over his eyes. He bats it off and sputters, staring at Rupert in shock and feeling a tingling of hurt.

Rupert's smiling, though, that slow lazy smile, and grabs the hat and tosses it aside. He moves closer and takes Tom's face in his sticky hands, the remains of the cone laying forgotten beside them.

'Mine,' he whispers, then finishes closing the distance, and Tom's brain short-circuits, unable to form any further coherent thought.

When Rupert pulls away slightly and his mental faculties return, Tom grins again and licks his lips.

'You know, you're right. It doesn't taste all that bad,' he says, and he knows it's the right thing, because Rupert just cracks up laughing and Tom's not far behind him, giggling like some his fangirls do.

'This is going to bloody fantastic,' Rupert says, pulling him in again.

---

Y/N? =D

I AM SO PRINTING THIS OUT RIGHT NOW.

OMG.

I LOVE YOU.

*squees*

I think I'll put it all together, fix some minor mistakes, and post it in my journal. =D

The hat is yours,' he says, leaning forward until they're only a breath apart, eyes bluer than Tom's ever seen them and full of mischief, 'but only if you are mine.'

Okay. So.

When I read this line? I squeed. Out loud. ON THE BUS.

I made

sexyscholar squee out loud in a public place? Awesome! *preens*

Oh, I was grinning like a Cheshire Cat while writing it. ;3 When I post it, I'll post a link here. I might flesh it out a little bit, too, add a 'part three' to it.

I posted it! I cleaned it up a bit and wrote a third part (which I'm kind of iffy on.)

It's here.

:scrambles over to read:

Oh! For the icon, I know

bloodflowsgreen put together some that were quite lovely. She made the one I'm using now. :)

I'm sure there are others out there, but I haven't come across them yet.

*flails* Love them so and it seems that you inspired

thatmikeychick to write some naughtiness...see you inspire the smut in us all.

MWAH!

:blush:

Aw, she doesn't need my help --

thatmikeychick writes excellent stuff. I think this might be the first time she's done R/D though, which makes me ridiculously happy. XD

You know me: I'm glad to plant seeds that could bear more smut fruit. It's bloody ridiculous how much I love reading smex.

Which reminds me...I'm off...must read the smut you sent me yesterday. :D

I'm more curious as to where Rupert's left hand is in that last picture there, lmao.

In Tom's pocket. Oh how I wish.

:dies:

you should write tom/rupert slash. that would be awesome. i wonder if there is any in general on the internet......

It's so very tempting.

Something with frottage. I love frottage.

I think I might have to take a break in this other silly thing, and write a quick Tom/Rupert PWP.

Because I really think they want us to ship them. I do. >_>

they sooooo want us too. Too bad I don't even know how to work my mind around rps to write it. Maybe I'll try after ginger lust prompt. huuuummmm....

Oh....oh....I....need....cookies n cream icecream........I...have...to...go...ugh

*runs to find slashnotebook*

Yes, writewritewrite!

You know they want you to.

cookies n cream icecream

I think I inhaled some of

crazyace86's crack.

I've got them in the back of Rupert's ice cream truck, and Tom is doing positively LEWD things to Rupert involving vanilla ice cream and a popsicle.

I've got them in the back of Rupert's ice cream truck, and Tom is doing positively LEWD things to Rupert involving vanilla ice cream and a popsicle.

Oh dear......I...damnit....maybe I shouldn't go home for the weekend...*runs back to notebook*

Tom's wearing his clothes! LMAO! Why don't you guys just openly announce it already and not leave your fagirls dangling?

Oh, and that pic of Ru you got there? I just noticed how nicely his pants fit him...

There's too much hot in this post. I have to go now and...shower.

I just noticed how nicely his pants fit him...

Indeed! And look at the way he's standing; he's totally showing himself off. :hits him:

Why don't you guys just openly announce it already and not leave your fagirls dangling?

Because they'll never be prepared for the deluge of RuTom smut that will be written as a result. Not that it's not being written now...

You guys are not fair.

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