Merry Mornings by Eve-the-Charlotte

Pairing: Hotstreak/Static aka Francis/Virgil!

I've been meaning to type and post some of my Static Shock stuff, so here's one!

Virgil awoke to nips at his neck that were then smoothed over by a nearly scalding hot tongue.

"Down, boy," he mumbled under his breath, pulling his pillow over his head. The response to this was chuckling, which Virgil's brain, as fogged with sleep as it was, interpreted as "this isn't going to end well, stupid, so wake up," though his brain could not decipher why this was and why it was so very urgent that the subconscious was booted out so early. Hey, the conscious part of his brain had just woken up, okay? It couldn't concentrate that hard before noon, especially with Hotstreak's tongue doing that thing to his right earlobe. And now-

Oh.

Oh.

Okay, attack on sweet spot. Brain shutting down now.

Francis Stone grinned down at his lover boy, who was currently very happy to see him, and was very happy with what he doing to him. And speaking of doing, Francis's brain replied, isn't there someone we should be doing right now?

And at that moment, Francis and his brain could not agree more.

Hotstreak is shameless. And I was going to submit this on Valentine's Day, as my first holiday fic, but I got busy and missed the deadline, so it's now a belated V-Day fic. Ya know, V like Virgil.

I'm lame, I am aware of that.

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