Jamie and Malcolm being domestic and cuddly :)
(and as promised…a minific for this fantastic artist!)
A scene. A darkened room lit by a single lamp and the flickering of a television mounted on the wall. Empty shot glasses on a wooden table, newspapers in a massive pile next to them and a half-full bottle of Glenfiddich to the side. Two figures can be dimly made out on the sofa – a tall thin man sat down and a shorter one sprawled across the sofa and resting his head on the seated man’s arm.
Jamie and Malcolm were winding down after a long hectic week.
“Geoff in Transport?”
“Screwin’ his PA”
“Keith in the Foreign Office?”
“Women’s clothing at weekends”
Their preferred end of week relaxation involved running through the most up to date dirty information they had on various MPs and political figures. Jamie had a true ex-priest’s knack of sniffing out sins and was happy to keep his boss informed. Malcolm was far more fun when he was happy anyway.
“Simon in Health?” Malcolm asked.
“Spotted by Eoghan downloading german fetish porn onto his smart phone during the day and that lass I know in the geek squad found some fucking kinky emails from his account to a person listed only as ‘Ass Master’ although we’ve not been able to find out who that actually is yet”. Jamie was particularly proud of that one. Eoghan was one of the Caledonian mafia brought in by Jamie himself. A gaelic-speaking ball of concentrated evil who could read the smallest text on a computer monitor from 50 yards away. Also absolutely fucking gorgeous according to the women who flocked around his desk each morning.
Jamie didn’t see it himself but wasn’t about to pass up the amazing amounts of information that Eoghan was able to get by smiling at the women of the office.
“Jamie in the Press Office?” when Malcolm got bored of talking about work he’d move onto his 2nd favourite subject – trying to wind Jamie up.
“Ha! Ye fucking know that one. He’s screwin’ his boss”
“Correction” Malcolm said and ran a languid hand through Jamie’s hair, “he’s being screwed BY his boss”
“Geriatric auld cunt”
“Bed or sofa?”
Malcolm shifted his legs and swatted Jamie on the thigh. “Too fucking tired tae give you the seeing-to you deserve”. And he was tired, but not too tired to react when Jamie slid off the sofa and started undoing Malcolm’s trousers. Not even a day of trying to keep fucking Murray and her gaggle of brainless fuckers in line would make him turn down the fantastic oral skills of Jamie MacDonald.
Also, it was a great way to keep the shortarse quiet for a bit.
A fic to accompany the art! I bloody love it! :D
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the-crazy-geek asked: Did you a short fic as a reblog of that lovely piece of the two of them on the sofa. Sorry it's short, wrote it at work inbetween juggling SQL servers :) Will expand it into smuttier piece later.
Eeee! :D Brilliant! That’s more or less exactly what I had in my mind drawing the picture! The best way of getting Malcolm into a good mood is definitely by supplying him devious intel and giving him blowjobs :D
Thank you so much! You totally made my evening :)
(I actually meant to follow this cuddling scene with a blowjob scene but kinda veered off to a different uhhh occupation… so, a smuttier piece from me later as well!)
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Ohhh, can’t wait! :D The smuttier the better! And there’s a good chance I will respond in the similar manner :)
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temper-temper-missy reblogged this from luluxa and added: OMG I ADORE YOU THIS IS PERFECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
capaldistuff said: SO cute! <3
Thank you very very much! ^___^
There will be tits! There will be blood! There will definitely be more of Jamie/Malcolm from me in the nearest future, so stay tuned :D
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Celebrate being different. It’s the attitude that he brings with him that would define what he makes of himself.
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