Maybe you could do Fiddlestan with 1?
Characters: Stanly Pines, Fiddleford Mcgucket.
Ship (s): Fiddlestan
Summary: Stan wants some of Fidds’s cake.
@fiddlestanfiction here’s more fiddlestan content for tomorrow. Hope to have something else too.
“Hey,gimme some of dat cake,” Stan said adjusting the rear view mirror enough to geta better look at his lover stretched across the back seat giving him a look ofutter disbelief that his lover would even ask that of him.
“Comeback here and make me,” he stated challengingly taking a large bite out of thedesert in defiance and quirking his eye brow challenging his boyfriend.
Itwas nearing midnight and the long country side road they were traveling on hadvery little traffic, he took a few looks around before taking his chancestretching his arm into the back seat and swiping at his boyfriend who begansquealing in terror as they began veering into the next lane.
Theynarrowly missed a semi-truck during their petty squabble over bland truck stopcarrot cake. Stan grumbled under his breath admitting defeat and going back tokeeping his eyes dead set on the road.
Tohis utter surprise, he caught a peace offering in the corner of his eye, hegave Fidds a smug grin as he began feeding him the cake.
“It’snot like you to just admit defeat when it comes to yer sweets,” he said afterthe last piece was hand fed to him. Fidds wrapped his arms around the head restand let them lay limply under Stan’s neck before letting his head rest by Stan’sear.
“Itwasn’t that good anyway darlin’,” he whispered kissing Stan’s earlobe in justthe right spot to make pleasure ripple through his body. Oh when they stoppedat the next hotel he would be giving his boyfriend payment for his lost pastry.
“Itdon’t matter with you,” Stan said his dirty mind being cleansed by the sad lookin Fidds’s eyes. Fiddleford Hadron Mcgucket was fueled by two things: hiscoffee and his sweets, to deny either was foreign for him.
“I’mnervous about seein’ Stanford again,” he admitted tightening his hold on hisboyfriend.
“That’sthe thing I should be worried about not you.”
“Iknow, darlin’,” he began placing a kiss on Stan’s cheek trying to ease his worry,“And ya have much more of a right to be then me but…”
Thepause stretched longer then the endless road they were traveling on, Stanbecame lost in it and nearly missed their first turn they had for hours duringhis distraction.
Fiddsfinally sighed kissing Stan on the cheek once more before continuing.
“Hetold me those personal computers were a waste of my time and I lost our home andour life savings foolishly working on ‘em. I’m very thankful he gave us anotheropportunity but …. I’m not lookin’ forward to that I told ya so.”
“Tellmy brother to shove if he dares say that,” Stan said taking his hand off thewheel to rest on his lover’s head, gently messaging his scalp.
“Youworked hard on those hunks of junk and tried to be honest with the investorsand they screwed ya over. If anyone is to blame Fidds its me.”
“Stanly…”Fidds began but Stan cut him off before he could start.
“Iknow what people like them do to honest people like you,” he didn’t add becausehe had done it to people like Fidds in the past, “In a few months we’ll beseein’ personal computers with a different logo on ‘em because I didn’t step upto the plate and help ya.”
Stanleaned over and kissed Fidds as he felt his weight sag onto him.
“Butdon’t ya worry none, we’ll have something that will really knock their socks offand put their second rate garbage to shame. What are computers compared to intergalactictravel, eh? Me, you and Stanford are goin’ change this world forever and thensail off with our sacks of money into the big unknown.”
Stanfelt his lover begin to perk up at that and kissed him once more before tellinghim to rest in the back seat until they finally hit the next motel to finallyget their first real nights rest in days.
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I hope you all enjoyed! I wrote this in ten minutes but wanted to get it done now because of Fiddlestan day tomorrow.
