taylothlorien:

A drabble for this adorable art:

“Hey Ridge!”

Ridge didn’t bother to look up from his novel. Sure he had read it fifty times, but this was the best part. “Hmm?” he hummed as loudly as he felt inclined to do.

“I found my old space suit!” Xeph’s voice was getting closer and Ridge realized with a sigh that he would have to stop in the best part of the book. He placed a finger on the lines of text and worried his lip. Why did this have to happen now? The dragon had finally been mortally wounded and the hero would finally be reunited with his—

“What do you think?” With a small huff, Ridge turned around to see Xephos blushing slightly, looking at the ground and toying with his foot on the floorboards. His arms were crossed behind his back in uncertainty as he gazed up at Ridge through his fringe.

And oh, that uniform. Those tight black pants hugged everything he loved about the spaceman, highlighting he long, slender legs and oh, that perky ass. His maroon and black top showed his gorgeously angled shoulders, crisp and clean around his collarbone and the collar grazed his neck in just the right way. Xephos looked positively…

…breathtaking.

“Ridgey? Ridge, are you okay?” But Ridge didn’t hear him as he stood there, blood rushing to his face and another prominent part of him. Xephos sighed. “Nevermind then, I’ll go take it off.” He turned to leave and head to the bedroom.

“No!” Ridge managed to sqeak out, blushing and grabbing Xephos’ arm. His book lay, forgotten on the ground as he pulled his lover close and purred in his ear. “Let me.”