Please: Post, Peoples!!!
God, I feel like a right idiot, posting even more but I'm bored and this is a nice way to procrastinate. Anyway, you folks MUST post a story (yes, my attempt at a command...). Here's the next lot.
Prompt: Picnic
Pairing: Details under cut
Word Count: All 100
Points to: 3 to darling Ian and 3 to the charming Paul
Prompt: Picnic
Title: Together
Pairing: Ian/Paul
Word Count: 100
Point to: Ian
Ian lowered the picnic basket to the ground as Paul laid out a rug for them to sit on. A gaudy mix of colours and shapes, Ian couldn’t figure out where on earth it was even possible to buy something that looked so ghastly. Paul sat down, leaning against the tree and reached over to put a hand on Ian’s leg. The other man’s fingers rested gently on top, and Paul closed his eyes, breathing in the stillness of the air. He’d just bought this new property and wanted to share this first picnic with someone. Someone like Ian. Together.
Prompt: Picnic
Title: Boys
Pairing: Ian/Paul friendship
Word Count: 100
Point to: Paul
Paul sat leaning against the tree, watching as the other children ran up and down, all around, playing together happily, laughing. He felt a tinge of jealousy but settled for closing his eyes, making up a happy story - spacemen and elephants, princesses and football. He heard a small sound nearby and turned quickly, noticing a shorter boy sitting alone, scrubbing his eyes with a dirty fist. Paul shuffled closer to him and put a hesitant hand on his shoulder. “You okay?” The boy shook his head. “What’s yer name?”
“Ian.” His voice was quiet.
“Let me tell you a story…”
Prompt: Picnic
Title: Fiction
Pairing: Ian/Paul
Word Count: 100
Point to: Ian
Paul was such a bad liar. He sat near Ian on the other chair, avoiding eye contact and nervously tugging at the hem of his shirt. “So, well, you know my sister. Well, she has a son. So, my nephew. And he, well, I have to babysit him tomorrow afternoon. At the park. We’re having a picnic. I was just wondering whether you wanted to tag along…”
“I did hear that episode of Just A Minute involving your fictitious nephew.”
“Oh.”
“Do you want me to come with you on a picnic?”
Paul blushed slightly. He nodded. Ian kissed him.
Prompt: Picnic
Title: Fantasy Take Two
Pairing: Ian/Paul
Word Count: 100
Point to: Paul
It had been 15 years since they’d done the skipping in the fields fantasy. Both Ian and Paul had talked this over, suggested it and eventually gotten approval. Now they sat, Paul’s head on Ian’s lap, the younger man’s fingers stroking his hair gently. Besides them on the picnic rug sat a container with ripest, reddest strawberries. Paul tilted his head back and, as the camera filmed, Ian smiled, teasingly lowering the fruit into Paul’s mouth before bending his head and lightly kissing his rosy lips. They grinned at each other and the cameras captured it. Everything. Everyone would know.
Prompt: Picnic
Title: How Long
Pairing: Ian/Paul
Word Count: 100
Point to: Ian
Paul broke the kiss, his strong arms still tightly around Ian’s body, standing in the dressing room. He licked his lips and Ian’s head sagged, coming to rest on Paul’s chest. The older man smiled and ran his fingers lightly along Ian’s back. “You okay?”
Heavy breathing.
Paul whispered softly. “You have no long how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
Ian looked up. “This, us, won’t be a picnic, you know.”
“Do I look like I care?”
Ian glanced at his blue eyes, looking steadily into his own. Then he backed him against the wall, kissing him again. Thoroughly.
Prompt: Picnic
Title: Being With Him
Pairing: Ian/Paul (sort of)
Word Count: 100
Point to: Paul
Paul wandered over to where Ian sat with his newspaper, trying to read. A slight grin and a patronising pat on the shoulder. “Well, you’re only 5 shows down so far this series, Ian. Shouldn’t worry.”
“Yeah, thanks Paul. Always good to know you’re there to encourage me.”
“Indeed.” Another smirk and he walked away.
Ian leant back and sighed. Being with him - in some ways the most sublime, enjoyable experience. A picnic. The only problem was that Paul was not only the company but the stupid ants, always itching at you, annoying you, an irritant he just couldn’t ignore.
Prompt: Picnic
Pairing: Details under cut
Word Count: All 100
Points to: 3 to darling Ian and 3 to the charming Paul
Prompt: Picnic
Title: Together
Pairing: Ian/Paul
Word Count: 100
Point to: Ian
Ian lowered the picnic basket to the ground as Paul laid out a rug for them to sit on. A gaudy mix of colours and shapes, Ian couldn’t figure out where on earth it was even possible to buy something that looked so ghastly. Paul sat down, leaning against the tree and reached over to put a hand on Ian’s leg. The other man’s fingers rested gently on top, and Paul closed his eyes, breathing in the stillness of the air. He’d just bought this new property and wanted to share this first picnic with someone. Someone like Ian. Together.
Prompt: Picnic
Title: Boys
Pairing: Ian/Paul friendship
Word Count: 100
Point to: Paul
Paul sat leaning against the tree, watching as the other children ran up and down, all around, playing together happily, laughing. He felt a tinge of jealousy but settled for closing his eyes, making up a happy story - spacemen and elephants, princesses and football. He heard a small sound nearby and turned quickly, noticing a shorter boy sitting alone, scrubbing his eyes with a dirty fist. Paul shuffled closer to him and put a hesitant hand on his shoulder. “You okay?” The boy shook his head. “What’s yer name?”
“Ian.” His voice was quiet.
“Let me tell you a story…”
Prompt: Picnic
Title: Fiction
Pairing: Ian/Paul
Word Count: 100
Point to: Ian
Paul was such a bad liar. He sat near Ian on the other chair, avoiding eye contact and nervously tugging at the hem of his shirt. “So, well, you know my sister. Well, she has a son. So, my nephew. And he, well, I have to babysit him tomorrow afternoon. At the park. We’re having a picnic. I was just wondering whether you wanted to tag along…”
“I did hear that episode of Just A Minute involving your fictitious nephew.”
“Oh.”
“Do you want me to come with you on a picnic?”
Paul blushed slightly. He nodded. Ian kissed him.
Prompt: Picnic
Title: Fantasy Take Two
Pairing: Ian/Paul
Word Count: 100
Point to: Paul
It had been 15 years since they’d done the skipping in the fields fantasy. Both Ian and Paul had talked this over, suggested it and eventually gotten approval. Now they sat, Paul’s head on Ian’s lap, the younger man’s fingers stroking his hair gently. Besides them on the picnic rug sat a container with ripest, reddest strawberries. Paul tilted his head back and, as the camera filmed, Ian smiled, teasingly lowering the fruit into Paul’s mouth before bending his head and lightly kissing his rosy lips. They grinned at each other and the cameras captured it. Everything. Everyone would know.
Prompt: Picnic
Title: How Long
Pairing: Ian/Paul
Word Count: 100
Point to: Ian
Paul broke the kiss, his strong arms still tightly around Ian’s body, standing in the dressing room. He licked his lips and Ian’s head sagged, coming to rest on Paul’s chest. The older man smiled and ran his fingers lightly along Ian’s back. “You okay?”
Heavy breathing.
Paul whispered softly. “You have no long how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
Ian looked up. “This, us, won’t be a picnic, you know.”
“Do I look like I care?”
Ian glanced at his blue eyes, looking steadily into his own. Then he backed him against the wall, kissing him again. Thoroughly.
Prompt: Picnic
Title: Being With Him
Pairing: Ian/Paul (sort of)
Word Count: 100
Point to: Paul
Paul wandered over to where Ian sat with his newspaper, trying to read. A slight grin and a patronising pat on the shoulder. “Well, you’re only 5 shows down so far this series, Ian. Shouldn’t worry.”
“Yeah, thanks Paul. Always good to know you’re there to encourage me.”
“Indeed.” Another smirk and he walked away.
Ian leant back and sighed. Being with him - in some ways the most sublime, enjoyable experience. A picnic. The only problem was that Paul was not only the company but the stupid ants, always itching at you, annoying you, an irritant he just couldn’t ignore.