boogieshoes | a small attempt at crack

Title:   untitled crack piece

Fandom: Magnificent 7, ATF AU, B/JD
Summary: This piece was inspired by some of the writings on Bad Fanfic! No Biscuit! , which is, of course, a website dedicated to helping authors to *not* write badific. I make no apologies for the weird place that is my brain.

My Warnings Policy Post is here.

Warnings:
Kinks: Mild BDSM, but it's a PWP
Rating: PG-15
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JD cracked the whip across Buck's buttocks, and Buck winced a little when it arced a little wide and glanced across his hip-bone. But he thought JD's voice was fairly commanding and stern when he issued his orders. "You're beautiful, Buck..." And when Buck didn't respond, he insisted, "Say it! 'I'm beautiful!' Say it!"

"I'm beautiful," Buck said, trying not to roll his eyes. JD needed to come up with something new, but they'd work on creativity later.

He heard JD walk around him, felt the kid's hand caressing his shoulders and ribs. JD hadn't gotten the dangerous stalking, slinking thing down either - Buck wondered how one put together a lesson plan for 'stalking your prey in sexy fashion'. JD managed to regain his attention when he tweaked Buck's nipple, pinching it and rolling it between thumb and forefinger. Buck shivered with the sensation, automatically thrusting his chest out, letting his head fall back. Nipple-tweaking was one thing JD did not need advice on!

JD leaned in close to Buck's ear. "You're... scintillating..." he whispered.

What... the hell? "Scintillating? What the fuck is that, JD?"

JD stepped back in surprise. "Hey, you said try new stuff - I like the sibilance of it!"

"Sibilance? Sibilance!" Buck groaned, and it wasn't because he was overheated with lust. "No. Just no - I am not going to teach you to dom for Chris while you're channeling Ezra! That's just not right, kid!"

JD stared at him, fascinated, as Buck stomped up and down in lieu of being able to gesture emphatically with his hands shackled to the ceiling.

"It's just wrong, I tell you," Buck continued. "It's unnatural. It's weird. It's just plain fugly, is what it is! Absolutely no way I want to interpret a dictionary during sex!"

At some point during his ranting, JD had started laughing, and he couldn't seem to stop. He was laughing so hard, in fact, that he collapsed against the wall and slid down it.   Every time the kid wound down, he'd take a look at Buck and it'd set him off again. And his laughter was infectious. Somewhere in mid-rant, Buck started grinning, and then he, too, began laughing. And laughing, and laughing, unable to stop.

Finally, finally, long after Buck's stomach had started to ache from the unaccustomed excercise, he and JD managed to stay quiet for more than a few heartbeats. The silence between them stretched - a good silence, a happy and content silence. And then his shoulder muscles checked in. Ow!

"Hey Kid - JD - if you're done shaking like a bowl full of jelly over there, I really need to be let out of these cuffs now," he said, grinning.

"Oh, right!" JD's legs were evidently still jellified; he crawled to Buck's side, and used Buck's muscles to help him stand. Buck shook his head in fond exasperation. That was the sexiest thing the kid had done all night.

Buck let his arms fall around JD's waist, using the kid for an extra balance point as he flexed his muscles and rotated his neck. He looked down, raising an eyebrow. "You okay, kid?"

"Isn't that supposed to be my line?" JD asked, wry.

"Hey, it's not every day you laugh so hard you smack your balls on the floor."

JD snickered into his chest.  "Yeah, Buck, I'm ok."

And a lot more relaxed about all this, Buck thought smugly, which should go a long way to helping JD find his inner deviant.

finis

-bs