Oops, so I wrote these very small and ridiculous drabbles: one for Sandman/Frost from Modern Warfare 3 and one for the very cracky and random ship of Worm/Rook from Modern Warfare 2 because of this
and because me and slut-of-fictional-love's convos:
First off, I wrote little piece for my little sister who /LOVES/ Sandman and Frost aka Frostman. This is also an OTP of mine. I'll probably extend this someday, make it smutty and written much better than in its current rough draft state.
_________________
Lunch at Delta force was a gross display for Derek Westbrook, he was the only one out of all his friends that ate like a normal human being. Grinch and Truck insisted on having these ridiculous eating competitions and arguing about who won. Then again, when weren't those two fighting about something or another? It was enough to drive Frost insane, and here he was, just trying to enjoy his lunch.
Just as Grinch was shoveling in a monstrously huge spoonful of mashed potatoes, their CO, Sandman, walked up to the table, more like sauntered, to Frost it was like one of those cheesy music videos with slow motion and the wind blowing, the whole nine yards. Was it necessary for Sandman to look that gorgeous? Instantly, Frost felt his heart rate increase and stomach stir, his fork nearly fell from his hands, and he had to do a double check to make sure his mouth wasn't hanging open. It wasn't, but still, better safe than sorry because he was still swallowing down a bite of chicken. He looked expectantly up to Sandman, trying to not linger too long on his strong forearms that always seemed to be glistening. What was the deal with them always being oiled up? Apparently it was meant to make Frost feel exceedingly sexually frustrated almost constantly.
"Frost, I need to see you in my office." Sandman said, his expression was as serious as on the battlefield calling out orders, but there was a glint in his eyes, one the younger man had seen many times before. Frost cleared his throat and nodded, he gave a look to Grinch as he lifted himself from his chair, Grinch simply shrugged and went back to making mocking faces at Truck. Those two just needed to kiss and get it over with, it was painfully obvious that they both wanted to, despite — or maybe because of their constant bickering.
Sandman led them out of the mess hall and through the abandoned training yard, Frost drifted closer to him when they were alone so they walked side by side, their hands barely grazed together but it wasn't enough for Frost, he fought the urge to push his hand into Sandman's. Too many watchful eyes out here.
Inside of Sandman's office it was dim, which was odd considering it was the middle of the day, the lighting was almost...soft, romantic. Sandman closed the door behind them, a smirk growing on his mouth, a similar one mirrored on Frost's face as Sandman edged closer to him.
"You wanted to talk to me, sir?" Frost asked with a twist of his lips, his arms crossed in front of his chest as Sandman closed the distance between them, putting a hand on the wall directly behind Frost, his face was inches from him, Frost could smell his aftershave, though it looked like he hadn't used a razor in days, the scruff on his face was gold and bristly.
"I don't think I said anything about talking, Frost." Sandman's voice was low and suggestive as he bowed his head in closer.
Frost closed his eyes, waiting for their mouths to met, but after two deep breaths hitting his face, there was no much needed lip contact. Frustrated from the almost kiss, Frost squinted an eye open to see a packet of doughnuts right in his line of sight, and behind the chocolate coated pack of heaven, there was Sandman's face, just as close as before, but there was a smile on his face now, bright and easy.
"Doughnut?" Sandman asked, shaking the plastic package in his hand, and popping one into his mouth and chewing.
Frost let out a deep sigh and shot a look to Sandman, a pout fell on his mouth. "Really? That's why you asked me here? To share your doughnuts?" Frost questioned with a raised brow.
"I don't share my doughnuts with just anyone, Westbrook," Sandman answered with a wink. "So have one, it didn't look like you were exactly enjoying lunch back there." He finished, nodding to the package.
"Didn't think you'd ever share them...let alone with me." Frost said with a shrug, he picked a doughnut from the pack and bit into half of it, Sandman watched him the whole time, he licked his lips once, his eyes focused on Frost's mouth before snapping up to his eyes.
"On the contrary, I wouldn't with anyone else but you. You're an exception to a lot of things, Frost."
Frost almost inhaled the other half of his doughnut at Sandman's words, but he recovered, chewing it carefully and swallowing, he let out a small laugh and stole another doughnut.
"You're gonna regret doing this, I'm a carb-aholic." Frost joked with the new doughnut in his mouth.
Sandman let out a low chuckle. "You know, I don't think I'll be regretting anything." His chuckle increased in volume as he looked to the edge of Frost's mouth, his thumb came up and gestured to it. "You got some chocolate...right here."
"Oh, oops." Frost made the move to lick it off, but Sandman was there first, his face came forward, his tongue caught the smudge of chocolate on Frost's mouth, letting out a deep hum, then their lips met, not too hard, but not exactly gentle. Frost was pushed back into the wall, his arms wrapped around Sandman's much larger form and pulled him in closer.
After a few moments, Frost pulled away. "The only reason you asked me here was to kiss me when I had chocolate on my lips, wasn't it?" Frost asked with narrowed eyes, but he wasn't bothered in the least, how could he be when he tasted the chocolate from Sandman's lips on his tongue.
"Guilty. You know I love my chocolate, but somehow it's even better when it's on your mouth..." Sandman cemented it with another kiss on Frost's lips, slower and more deliberate this time, his hand moved over to the door knob, twisting the lock. "But I bet it'd be better on other places..."
And then I wrote this short as hell Rook/Worm story (MW2), the situation is post-sex and Worm is always confused about everything. (This is legit, remember "Who's Soap??????" This is also a head canon for me and my dear slut, Aiden.)
________________
Rook and Worm lay on their backs, catching their breaths and staring up at the ceiling. Worm is stunned, his wide open as he slowly turns his head to Rook who has a smug smile printed on his mouth.
"Woah wait. What did we just do?!" Worm said in a stammered rush. "...I liked it!" He huffs out a laugh. 'Liked it' was an understatement, that was the best sex he's ever had. All those Russian women Nikolai brought over frequently were nothing compared to this.
Rook grinned over at Worm and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Told you I'm a veteran, not a rookie, when it comes to sex." Rook said with a wink.
Worm's face is heated from the kiss as his mind worked in overdrive. "Um, so am I gay?" Worm asked in a confused voice, his heart pounded in his chest as he went through a mini-panic. He's not sure what he is anymore, but if Rook were to kiss him again like that, he wouldn't have any complaints, in fact, he'd just want more.
Rook shrugged from his laid up position and pursed his lips. "Not necessarily...do you like boobs?"
Worm didn't hesitate to answer, "Um...yes.."
"And you liked what we just did? You like me? My dick?" Rook asked bluntly, an amused look on his face. Worm's eyes bulged for a moment, no matter how ridiculous that was considering the fact that Rook's dick was just fucking him not more than 10 minutes ago.
"'Like' doesn't really began to cover that..." Worm said, shifting on the bed and doing his best not to blatantly stare at Rook's naked body.
Rook's arms came up behind his head, his hands resting behind it. "Ok then, you're bisexual." Rook answered breezily like this wasn't some sort of huge self-discovery for Worm.
Worm's brows furrowed deeply and he sat up. "O....k........does that mean I'm a shopaholic or something?"
Rook shot him a look of disbelief. "No...it means you like men and women...you know what? Let's fuck again, no more talking for now." Rook sat up as well and went to bring Worm closer to him, starting with his lips, but Worm stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
"Hold on, are we together then?" Worm asked hesitantly.
"If you want us to be, then yeah..I've wanted that for awhile." Rook confessed with a quirk of his lips, but there was a restrained happiness in his eyes.
"I can't think of anything I'd like more than that, actually." Worm said, pressing a kiss to Rook's mouth, Rook wrapped his arms around him and pulled Worm on top of him. Worm broke away from the kiss and looked all across Rook's face. "So that means we can cuddle then, right?" Worm settled himself more comfortably in Rook's hold.
"We sure can. Wanna spoon?" Rook asked with a smirk, running his hands down Worm's back.
"....What's a spoon?"
Rook let out a sigh and carefully moved Worm out of his arms and laid behind him, he put his arms back around Worm and fit him in the space between, his back pushed into Rook's chest. "This is spooning, Worm." He said with a affectionate smile, kissing Worm's shoulder.
"Oh. Oh ok, this is nice...but what kind of name is spoon? I don't get it. Cling wrap would be a better name..."
"How does that sound romantic at all? 'Oh baby, wanna cling wrap with me tonight?' Come on, babe, 'spoon' is much better." Rook shook his head with a laugh.
"You're weird, Rook."
"Oh, thanks so much, might want to work on your pillow talk." Rook mumbled, but still brought Worm closer to him.
"Didn't say it was a bad thing. I like it. Maybe I'm...Rook-sexual." Worm whispered, pushing back into the warmth of Rook's hold.
"What did you just..." Rook started, he lifted his head from the pillow as peered down at Worm, who was fast asleep with a smile on his face. Rook shook his head again and laid back down, his head rested on top of Worm's. "I know the feeling, Worm. Looks like Ghost isn't the only one that has a thing for bugs..."
