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Nighttime ficlet for spiritkitty; sean patrick flanery/norman reedus, bad hair day.

“You look fucking ridiculous.”

Norman rolls his eyes in the mirror—the full extent of his response to Sean’s words, and more than enough to provoke more of them.

“I’m serious. What is this? Product? You’re now officially responsible for petroleum crises around the world.” Thin fingers race through Norman’s hair, and he tries very hard not to turn around and grab the thin arm that leads them, the thin wrist that turns them.

“Fucking amazes me that people actively look to take pictures of you, man, even without her. I mean yeah, when you’re both in the same frame you’re pretty fucking irresistible. Even I’d fuck her if you were there, too.”

Norman closes his eyes, erasing the image of Sean and Helena both wrapped sleepy and sated around him just as quickly as it appears. “You are one sick fuck, Sean.”

“Sounds good, doesn’t it?” Sean shifts his weight from one foot to the other, peering at their reflections in the mirror. Sean’s hand is moving again, this time yanking at Norman’s zipper, and Norman breathes deep, keeping at his work on his hair and nodding, pleased, at the result.

“Think about it,” Sean’s murmuring. “She’s all quick, right; she’s this big cat in bed, and you’re a fucking sloth, man, I know you—you just let shit happen to ya, ‘cause you’re lazy like that.” Sean’s hand is working inside Norman’s boxers now, twisting until he’s found his prize, and even the least interested man on earth would have a hard time resisting this, Norman thinks.

“I’d make you work for it, man,” Sean laughs quietly. “You’d be begging.” Norman lets out a whoosh of air when Sean’s thumb races over the head of his cock. “Like that, ‘cept a lot louder, and you’d forget where she was ‘cause who the fuck needs that when you’ve got this, right?”

“Right,” Norman breathes.

“So are we on?” Sean whispers. “Tonight. Are we on?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Good.” Sean tears his hand away and steps to the sink to wash his hands meticulously. “Now do something with that fucking hair.”


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