Sun, 19 Feb 2006 19:46:50 GMT

Title: Where's My Pants?
author: me (Sarah)
rating: you know there's the R version, then the UNRATED version? this would be the UNRATED version (NC-17ish)
summary: if I give you one, it will ruin the story
pairing: David and Pierre (who else?)
disclaimer: I own nothing except Sarah and the FBMP

*Where's My Pants?*

"PIERRE!" David screamed running to Pierre's room. "PIERRE! WHERE'S MY PANTS?!"
Pierre was sitting on his bed, smirking.
"Where's my pants," David repeated. "I know you took them!"
"Maybe I did..." Pierre answered. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Are you mad at me," David asked.
"No, why," Pierre asked.
"Because you wont tell me where my pants are..." David said. "And I kind of need them..."
Pierre smiled even more. "Oh? But I like you're look right now!"
"Pierre, I don't think your cousin would approve if she came home and found me in my zebra boxers," David stated.
"So," Pierre asked. "Besides, you have to prove you want me to help you find your pants..."
"Huh," David asked.
Maybe... Possibly... But right now?! Whatever...
"Oh," David said straddling Pierre's lap. "And what must I do to earn your help?"
"You'll think of something," Pierre answered. "You always do..."

David thought for a second, then kissed Pierre, who willingly kissed back. Seconds later, their tongues we mingling together, as David tried removing Pierre’s shirt. Once successful, he attacked Pierre’s neck with kisses.
Pierre’s hands slid to David’s hips, as he layed back on his bed, pulling David on top of him.

"Ich will du," David said against Pierre's ear. (I want you)
"Where'd you learn that," Pierre asked.
"Sarah," David answered pushing Pierre's boxers off of his hips, as Pierre did the same to him.

David kissed Pierre again.

"Hold on," David said moving to get up.
"No," Pierre said grabbing David’s wrist. "Just… like this…"
"I don’t want to hurt you," David said worriedly.
“You wont,” Pierre assured him.
"Then I'm guessing you dont want me to prepare you either," David asked.
"Right," Pierre answered. "Just do it."
"This isn't NIKE," David joked.
"Ab-schlieBen," Pierre ordered. (shut up)

Right after that, David pushed himself into Pierre, causing Pierre to scream in both pain and pleasure. David pulled back, unsure if Pierre was ok.

"Just… Let me get lube…" David begged. "I don’t like hurting you…"
"I’m fine," Pierre answered. "Really…"
"You sure," David asked uncertainly. Pierre nodded telling him to continue.

Once David had decided on a rhythm, and found Pierre’s ‘spot,’ he began jerking Pierre off in time with his thrusts. Moments later, they both came. David pulled out, and layed next to Pierre.

"How about we find your pants now," Pierre asked running his hand through David's hair.
"I think I'll just call the FBMP," David answered yawning. "That wore me out..."

*the end*
Ok, FBMP stands for Federal Bureau of Missin Pants... this past year at fair, my mom crawled into bed at midnight, and my dad asked where his pants were...

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Tue, 24 Jan 2006 01:21:55 GMT

so, my other user name is guitarsnhorses
but i'm using this one for my fics or slashes... or whatever i decide...
incase you're wondering, fbmp stands for "federal bureau of missin' pants"
here's the story of how we came about... at fair this past year, my mom crawls into bed at MIDNIGHT, and my dad goes "where's my pants?" and my friend muriel and i got the BIGGEST kick out of it... plus, we created the fbmp... which it's not real... so dont ask me to find your pants... i'll just tell you to check your closet or your boyfriends/girlfriends bedroom...

Now I find I've changed my mind I've opened up the doors.

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