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Somewhere On the Side by pancakesareking (R)
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crack_van, so I hope you guys can be open minded. And embrace the rock. You know.
Fandom: School of Rock
Pairing: Freddy/Zack
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: FF.net account
Why this must be read:
The quintesential "grown-up" Freddy and Zack fic that we all try to strive for. This is most def my favorite SoR fic of all time. These should be enough reasons, come on.
It happened a lot. More often than not, Freddy would sigh and pull Zack into the bathroom. It always ended in the other boy laughing breathlessly as Freddy ‘hmm-ed’ and ‘oh-ed’ while looking in his mouth. Then he would brush Zack’s teeth, against Zack’s protest that he had brushed twenty minutes before, and that he didn’t want to be treated like a child.
Regardless, he would do as told (“spit, you moron, you’re foaming at the mouth.”) and give an open mouth smile when he was finished. Then the role-play was reversed, and Zack got to be the dentist. Freddy hated being the patient, but he still smiled throughout the process. Sometimes he told Zack that he should give up guitar and go into dentistry.
Then they would kiss, slow and languid, against the cracked mirror, trying their hardest not to knock over the toothbrushes and toothpaste. There were no words during those moments, just the sound of lips parting, breath quickening. Sometimes, Zack suspected Freddy skipped their dentist appointments on purpose.
In the cramped bathroom of their cramped apartment, they shared magical mint kisses and groped like thirteen-year-olds. Shit like that never happened at the dentist. So it was more than likely that Freddy really did skip the appointments on purpose.
To be honest, he didn’t mind at all, and smiled brightly when Freddy sighed and pulled him toward the bathroom.
Somewhere On the Side
crack_van, so I hope you guys can be open minded. And embrace the rock. You know.Fandom: School of Rock
Pairing: Freddy/Zack
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: FF.net account
Why this must be read:
The quintesential "grown-up" Freddy and Zack fic that we all try to strive for. This is most def my favorite SoR fic of all time. These should be enough reasons, come on.
It happened a lot. More often than not, Freddy would sigh and pull Zack into the bathroom. It always ended in the other boy laughing breathlessly as Freddy ‘hmm-ed’ and ‘oh-ed’ while looking in his mouth. Then he would brush Zack’s teeth, against Zack’s protest that he had brushed twenty minutes before, and that he didn’t want to be treated like a child.
Regardless, he would do as told (“spit, you moron, you’re foaming at the mouth.”) and give an open mouth smile when he was finished. Then the role-play was reversed, and Zack got to be the dentist. Freddy hated being the patient, but he still smiled throughout the process. Sometimes he told Zack that he should give up guitar and go into dentistry.
Then they would kiss, slow and languid, against the cracked mirror, trying their hardest not to knock over the toothbrushes and toothpaste. There were no words during those moments, just the sound of lips parting, breath quickening. Sometimes, Zack suspected Freddy skipped their dentist appointments on purpose.
In the cramped bathroom of their cramped apartment, they shared magical mint kisses and groped like thirteen-year-olds. Shit like that never happened at the dentist. So it was more than likely that Freddy really did skip the appointments on purpose.
To be honest, he didn’t mind at all, and smiled brightly when Freddy sighed and pulled him toward the bathroom.
Somewhere On the Side
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