What Do You Write On A Sobreity Birthday Card

[Original] Fuck you, RL

Title: Fuck you , RL
Fandom: Original
Characters / Pairing: Walt, Nikodemus (courtesy of iele_carmilla )
Rating:
PG13 Wordcount: 605
Warning: slash , seeds almost approximately remotely porneggiante
Disclaimer: The characters are my and iele_carmilla and this is what / O /
Notes: written for iele_carmilla that I promised a fic of at least 500 words if Inter had won ... against Werder * laughs hysterically * has been a part OCTOGEMELLARE. And as a mother who has just ventured into natural part of all eight creatures, I want to tear the ovaries and throw down a cliff / o \\ ---

Walter looks at the gears through his magnifying glass, before the sound of the door that opens to distract him.

"It's closed." He muttered, without even looking up.

Laughter Nikodemus crystalline and unmistakable, however, suddenly recalls all his attention.
"I know, sorry ... just passed to see how you are. "says the Finn, with a smile.
"Nick, hello ..." Say hello to the red, surprised, before falling off the stool on which he was perched.

"Do not worry, Walt, if you were working on I'm leaving ..." The blonde stops, playing with the belt of her coat.

"No, you kidding? That old clock is broken for years ... put off another day does not change anything ... "

Nick chuckles and approaches the counter. "If you have nothing urgent to do, then I remain ..."

Walt mentions half smile, while the Finn looks around, studying carefully the junk shop and fill it up.

His face almost glows, in meeting the outline of an old tube radio.

"It still works, that?" Question, by looking up all'irladese.
"Uh ... how? "
" That radio. "shall specify. "It still works?" He asks.

"I do not know ... wait. " Replied the man, before getting up and climbing on the shelves to take it. "No, there is no valve." She says, before meeting the gaze of Nikodemus disappointed. Walt
sighs and goes down from the shelves. "But I think I can change." He says, returning to the counter.
"Never mind, never mind ..."
"No, no, really. I have a valve in the box of spare parts, will not be long. "

Nick smiles. "Thanks, Walt ..."
"I can not believe ..." he muttered, imbrarazzato, and began working at a good pace.

When I try to turn it on, the device not only works, but seems unable to tune the frequency of a modern radio. The Finnish

adjust the frequency until it is able to meet a well-known song and makes him smile.

"Mannish Boy ..."

"Do you like Muddy Waters?"

"We say yes ..." Nick chuckles, before loosing his coat in time with the music, moving hips to the rhythm slowly.
Surprised, Walter stops to look at him, not knowing how else to react.

Given that reaction, the blonde giggles and drops to ground coat, revealing discovery that leaves a wide-mesh shoulder edition white trousers that wrap perfectly long legs and supple.

"Let's say that I really like Mannish Boy, more than anything else ..." he whispered, licking his lips, and moves with the melody.
"I see ..." Whispers only Irish, but could not tear his eyes from the bodies.

The young man, well aware of this power, he runs his hands on his chest, making the fabric to join the slender body and discovering even more skin.
"I like it so much, this song ..." he murmured, suave, first to lift the edge of the mesh and remove it completely.

Walt opens her eyes, with a strangled groan.
not believe it. It is not possible.

As if he read minds, Nick chuckles. "I'm real, Walt ... are not an illusion ... "She says, approaching him.

Irish gasps, while the young man takes a hand and posing on the hot skin of his chest.

"Or maybe I'd imagine so often not understand what is reality?" calls before take it to his lips and sucking up the tips. "It so, Walt? I want so much? "Ask again, sounding feline, before leaving again to unbutton his pants.

remained virtually naked, seductive smiles and pushes down Walt, letting him slide his hands from chest to thighs.

"But that's okay ... why do you want it too ... "moans, kneeling between her legs, while opening his pants.

Irish looks at him with wide eyes and shortness of breath, laying down his lips dangerously close to his groin e. ..

As usual, the fucking alarm rings, interrupting the dream the better.

Light, mica could be Nick in a dream, imagine.

is truly so, that frustrate you to death.

'Fuck it, real life.