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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG-13 for suggestiveness.
Pairing: Sands/El, ref. to Sands/El/Seth/Miguel.
Disclaimer: Never mine, always R. Rodriguez's, dammit.
Feedback: Yes, please. Whatever you can spare.
Summary: Random meta-drabble in the . Inspired by inkbug's post.
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Sands is curled up on the floor, limbs neatly tucked into himself except for the one hand, which is moving the lollipop. In and out. In and out. He pushes it halfway in, rounds his mouth around the sticky red, and turns an innocent, almost delicate face towards El.
Who facepalms. "Stop that. She's doing PotC right now, and she says if we do anything, she'll write another Nobody-Gets-Laid 'Mexico' fic."
"PotC?" Slurp. Crimson sugar around the pursed lips. "The one where we're cats and you're always humping me?"
In desperation, El throws Seth and Miguel at his annoying sexy partner. Much mayhem ensues.
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