Rating: PG simply for some swearing
Pairing: Jonathan Horton/Sasha Artemev
Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately. This is all fake, fiction conjured in the confines of my demented little mind, so don't sue me.
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“Don’t you ever get sick of talking?”
Jon turned toward the questioning voice, smirking as he saw Sasha smiling casually at him. He was sure the question had meant to be mocking, but from the innocent look on Sasha’s face he was certain that at least partly, it was a legitimate query.
“Fuck no,” Jon replied with a smirk. “I love hearing myself,”
Sasha laughed and shook his head. “The rest of us don’t feel the same,”
Jon shrugged. “Sucks to be you guys then, because I’m not shutting up until 2012,”
Sasha chuckled, his lips curling to his left side in lopsided amusement. In truth, he never minded Jon’s incessant speaking, it’d even been a driving force for him, and for their team, in the medal finals. But when the two were alone, and Jon’s mouth still didn’t stop, he couldn’t stop himself from teasing.
“I can shut you up before 2012, motor mouth,” Sasha mocked, smirking.
Jon cocked an eyebrow, grinning. “How do you think?”
Sasha’s smirk turned quickly devious, as he stood and unbuttoned his pants...
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© 2008 Triple X
