Prompt!! Whiskey likes to leave hickey trails in the shape of hearts! (Either Whango or Whiskeydex) you can change this in any way or just use it for inspiration!!
This is written in the same universe as my WIP/ficlet Whiskeydex sex mentor stuff. Also I haven’t been really on Tumblr due to computer issues and vacationing, but I saw this prompt today when I signed in and got inspired. Thanks for sending it in!
The thing about being on a NCAA hockey team and taking four college courses a week on top of work and tutoring and clubs is that Dex is tired, like, all of the time. He lives on energy drinks, Annie’s coffee, and the sugar in all of Bitty’s pastries, and still he finds himself blacking out whenever he gets to his dorm. But Whiskey texted and it’d been a while since they’d hooked up and, anyway, Dex needed someone in the room with him so he wouldn’t fall asleep between paragraphs of his essay.
Of course, eventually the essay was disregarded entirely in favor of making out and even though Whiskey is a very intent and adaptable kisser, Dex found himself drifting off. Until he woke up at a particularly sharp bite on his pec.
“Nothing,” Whiskey says, voice dripping with sticky-sweet innocence, which is automatically a red-flag. Dex sits up, dislodging Whiskey from where he was laying across Dex’s torso, and looks down at his chest.
“What the fuck.” Whiskey instantly begins snickering. “Did you leave a heart on my chest? In hickies?” Whiskey begins full-on laughing. “Dude, we have practice in the morning!” Whiskey positively cackles.
Dex promptly pushes him off the bed.
(Practice the next day is a hell of chirping, side-eyes, and uncomfortable questions. Whiskey stifles laughter into his padding the whole time.)
(Of course, at the next practice, when Whiskey has a hickey-dick on his ass, Dex doesn’t even attempt to hide his own glee.)
