Title: What could we be possibly doing on a Sunday?

Fandom: Skins

Pairing: Sid/Tony

Ratings: NC-17/ 18

Warnings: Scenes of a sexual nature, Adult themes.

Sid's feet shuffled up Tony's garden path and pressed his stubby finger against the doorbell. His glasses pressed against his face as he looked up to the top window. Suddenly a fleck of ash flew onto his glasses; he quickly brushed it off before it singed his lenses.

"Oi, what're you doing?" he asked, calling up to the fingers that were hanging over the edge.

"Door's on the latch," the familiar voice muttered, Tony's face peered over the edge and nodded towards the door.

"Right," Sid replied and walked in through to the hallway and up the stairs.

This was a normal day for Sid and Tony.

"About the ash, if I wasn't wearing glasses you would've taken my eye out," Sid puffed at the top of the stairs.

"You've gotta stop smoking mate…"

"You can talk!" Sid pointed to the cigarette sounding exasperated.

"We've got some serious stuff to be getting on with," Tony ignored him and flicked the butt of his cigarette out of the window.

"What could we be possibly doing on a Sunday?" Sid asked, traipsing into Tony's bedroom and lying down on the risqué sheets.

Suddenly Tony pounced on Sid and straddled him. His pressed his lips forcefully down on his, Sid couldn't even argue, he just accepted. Then Tony pulled away and he looked at him for a moment, his heart stopped as reality washed over him.

"T-Tone, what're you doing?" he asked, stunned. Tony said nothing; he'd obviously adopted his sister's method of 'getting away with things'. He pulled Sid up by his collar and flung his legs around his back. Slowly he rode Sid's top up over his head and took off his beanie.

"Why are you doing this Tone?" Sid asked through kisses, but he wasn't feeling at all awkward.

Before Sid realised where he was he noticed he was now on top of Tony. He was unbuttoning Tony's shirt and Tony was going for Sid's pants, the pair of them were in their boxers writhing around on top of each other. Sid's erection was painfully strained through his cotton boxers and he just wanted Tony to tend to it.

He still couldn't figure out why Tony was doing this.

"Tone – Tone," he indicated towards the tower growing in his trousers.

Tony smiled against his lips and decided to accept his request. With his hand he slowly pushed Sid down onto the bed, he curled his fingertips around the top of his boxers. He pulled them down and his throbbing erection bounced back onto his stomach and ached painfully.

"Tone," he growled, Tony nodded and smiled. He wrapped his hands around it and pumped it slowly, teasing Sid. He murmured in his throat, letting his fingers grip the sides of the bed. Tony quickened his pace, letting Sid roll around on the bed, then he suddenly took has hand away and chuckled to himself as Sid groaned out in despair.

Then Tony's head lowered and he pursed his lips around Sid's head, then took his shaft fully into his mouth. Letting his throbbing head graze the back of his throat, not even triggering his gag reflex.

Sid ran his hands through Tony's hair, gripping and twisting it, bucking his hips upwards into him.

"Tone – I'm – I'm …" But it was too late. Sid's rhythm jolted and his clenched his teeth. Tony's mouth was filled with his warm juices and he swallowed it down whole. Once Sid regained his strength and put back on his clothes, he asked.

"Why?"

Tony shrugged, "What else could we be possibly be doing on a Sunday?" he smiled.