Drabble Set 03
Title: Drabble Set 03
Author: Me
Pairing: Various
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
NO. 09 [Months]
As a sixteen-year-old James Hart lay in a hospital bed, willing the time to pass by at lightning speeds so the pain would finally be over, he decided to try and name a word to each of the months of his pregnancy. The first month, he supposed, would be ‘clueless’. The pregnancy had come as a complete surprise and he hadn’t even known until he was almost six weeks that he was expecting. The second month was given the word ‘fear’, as James had spent most of it crying as he tried to figure out what to do now that he was going to be come a statistic and a teen mother. The third month could only appropriately be given the word ‘hell’, as James had spent the month in and out of the hospital with severe morning sickness that frequently led to dehydration. The fourth month was probably best characterized as ‘hope’, due to the fact that Brandan had promised him that he would be by his side, no matter what happened. The fifth month was ‘excitement’ as James learned the sex of his unborn child and began to buy as many frilly pink dresses as possible and the search for the perfect name began. The sixth month was given the word ‘fright’, as James had begun having painful contractions just at the start of his twenty-sixth week and had been rushed to the hospital in preterm labor. The doctors had been able to stop James’ labor, but he had been put on bed rest for the remainder of his pregnancy to prevent anything from happening. The seventh month was titled ‘boredom’ due to the fact that James was having trouble coping with the fact that he wasn’t allowed to do anything anymore. His only salvation was that Wednesday and Saturday nights, Brandan would take him out on short one hour shopping trips to pick things out for the baby. James’ eighth month was characterized by the word ‘impatience’, the teen unwilling to wait another two months to hold his daughter in his arms. Instead, he spent his remaining time playing games with her, talking to her, and singing to her. He didn’t know if she could even hear him, but it made him feel better at least. Finally, James’ ninth month was given the word ‘nerves’. Despite constantly saying how ready he was to give birth, anyone who spent five minutes with James knew that he was completely terrified about what was to happen within the next month. It was only Brandan’s soothing words and reassurances that let James know that everything was going to be perfect that could calm him down. Now, at the end of his ninth month, James lay quietly waiting for his daughters’ imminent arrival as Brandan dozed lightly in the chair next to his bed and his daughter’s heart monitor beeped steadily. Everything was going to be all right now.
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NO. 27 [SOUND]
Matt’s fingers lightly trailed over the front of Johnny’s bass amp before he pressed his palm flat against it, trying desperately to feel the rhythmic thuds that often shook the floor. Johnny, catching sight of Matt and smiling softly, played a few riffs for the older man, who allowed a sad smile to cross his face. Nothing had been the same since he’d lost his hearing during an unexpected and gruesome shooting outside a local nightclub. A man with a gun had grabbed a girl and was attempting to steal her jewelry and wallet as her boyfriend watched helplessly, a gun aimed at him. Matt had managed to wrestle the man away from the girl, but his weapon had accidentally discharged mere inches from Matt’s head, the bullet thankfully missing everyone as the man was promptly grabbed by security guards from the club, leaving Matt to crumple to the ground, clutching his head. Over the next few days, Matt began to notice that he was having great difficulty hearing things and he quickly brought himself to a doctor, where he was thoroughly examined and dealt the blow that his hearing was permanently damaged. Matt had fallen into a depression as the remainder of his hearing slipped away, fearing that he would never be able to take the stage again. Finally, he had begun to work with sign language teachers and therapists to teach him how to communicate with others before he moved on to a vocal coach that specialized in deaf musicians. It took nearly two years before Matt was steady enough to try a show, but the second he walked off the stage at the end, he was back, grinning from ear to ear. His signs grew quick and sloppy as he exclaimed how excited he was, having cast away speech right from the beginning because it was too difficult to control. Now, though, he knew that he had found his place in his new world, even if he couldn’t hear it.
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NO. 38 [DINNER]
Zacky always found it rather endearing when Matt tried to make dinner for him. The younger boy, capable of making a full, authentic Italian meal, couldn’t help but laugh whenever he watched Matt cook. It often ended with Matt giving up in frustration and Zacky coaxing him back into helping him finish it, managing to always save everything. The one thing Matt was surprisingly better at was romantics, the older man easily able to put together a beautiful candle lit dinner, providing his lover did all the cooking after about the first fifteen minutes. The dinner was shared in an almost complete but comfortable silence, the two holding hands at the center of the table and exchanging loving glances. Normally Matt was the gentleman and got the dessert, but tonight, Zacky wouldn’t hear of it. Matt quickly learned why with the other man returned with a soft chocolate mousse, a tiny silver ribbon tied around the stem of Matt’s cup with a simple, gorgeous platinum and diamond engagement ring attached. Matt’s eyes grew wide and he looked over toward Zacky’s seat, suddenly realizing that while he’d been staring at the ring, the younger man had gotten down on one knee before him and was now softly asking Matt to marry him. Matt grinned and swooped down, kissing Zacky gently and whispering a soft yes against his lips before Zacky had untied the ring and slipped it onto Matt’s finger. They had spent the rest of the evening lovingly feeding each other dessert in front of the fireplace before retiring to their room for a night of slow, sensuous lovemaking.
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NO. 72 [KINK]
Chapped pink lips moved over baby soft, lightly tanned skin, sucking at various spots until dark bruises marred the inked torso. A small cut was made between firm pectorals, the lips returning to sensuously suck at the crimson blood seeping from the wound, a primitive mewl of pleasure slipping from the figure beneath. Several other cuts lingered over the strong body, those torturous lips frequently returning to them to clean the mess they had left. The blade was taken from its owner and bodies were roughly overturned as the two switched positions and the prey became the hunter once more, marking the supple body beneath him as he lapped gently at the small, sticky pools of life force. It was mutilation at an endearing level, though both knew to keep the blood play from getting out of hand, making sure to never truly injure the other. They always knew, though, that if tempers were lost, it was a safe bet that only one would walk away from the fight.
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NO. 84 [HIGH]
Matt was sick of Zacky coming home every night under the influence of some drug or another and then hoping to get a natural high off the older man as he rode him to his climax. Finally, fed up with it all, Matt and Brian had gone out and bought new locks that day, changing them while the other three were out partying in one of their local haunts. The two had kept the other three fifths of the band locked out all night, finally letting them in when it began to rain the next morning. Having sobered up and realized exactly why Matt had been willing to do such a thing, the guitarist vowed to make a change and fix what he had broken. He’d broken not only Matt’s trust, but also his sense of security and right in the world. Now, it was up to Zacky to make sure that the only high achieved was that of a natural sort, hoping Matt would be able to stop constantly worrying about what would happen. Unfortunately, as Jimmy and Johnny made out on the porch swing, Zacky figured they were just fucked and nobody could pull them back.
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NO. 99 [POLE]
Matt’s fingers deftly gripped the smooth, slightly metallic gold pole as the first rays of sunlight began coming in through the shuttered windows. His head fell back, exposing his throat as he slid down, his free hand moving to work off his belt. He slowly pulled it off as he came back up, his back arching as he twisted around the pole, his hips thrusting up as the belt fell to the stage. A soft moan fall from his pierced lips as his a hand danced down his broad chest, nimble fingers coming to rest at the wasit band of his black dickies. He brough his hand back up, dragging his t-shirt with as he pulled it over his head, tossing it toward a chair near his lover. He gasped softly and moaned quietly once more as his palm moved over his groin, his cock straining against his jeans. He worked at the zipper at an agonizing pace, slowly working it down before moving up to expertly pop the button, the denim falling away from him and allowing him to kick it off, his shoes long since gone. Now just in a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs, Matt grinned lustily down at Zacky, spreading his legs for the birthday boy. It was only a matter of seconds before the younger man was on the stage, ripping away his own clothes as well as Matt’s boxers, claiming his gift.
Author: Me
Pairing: Various
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
NO. 09 [Months]
As a sixteen-year-old James Hart lay in a hospital bed, willing the time to pass by at lightning speeds so the pain would finally be over, he decided to try and name a word to each of the months of his pregnancy. The first month, he supposed, would be ‘clueless’. The pregnancy had come as a complete surprise and he hadn’t even known until he was almost six weeks that he was expecting. The second month was given the word ‘fear’, as James had spent most of it crying as he tried to figure out what to do now that he was going to be come a statistic and a teen mother. The third month could only appropriately be given the word ‘hell’, as James had spent the month in and out of the hospital with severe morning sickness that frequently led to dehydration. The fourth month was probably best characterized as ‘hope’, due to the fact that Brandan had promised him that he would be by his side, no matter what happened. The fifth month was ‘excitement’ as James learned the sex of his unborn child and began to buy as many frilly pink dresses as possible and the search for the perfect name began. The sixth month was given the word ‘fright’, as James had begun having painful contractions just at the start of his twenty-sixth week and had been rushed to the hospital in preterm labor. The doctors had been able to stop James’ labor, but he had been put on bed rest for the remainder of his pregnancy to prevent anything from happening. The seventh month was titled ‘boredom’ due to the fact that James was having trouble coping with the fact that he wasn’t allowed to do anything anymore. His only salvation was that Wednesday and Saturday nights, Brandan would take him out on short one hour shopping trips to pick things out for the baby. James’ eighth month was characterized by the word ‘impatience’, the teen unwilling to wait another two months to hold his daughter in his arms. Instead, he spent his remaining time playing games with her, talking to her, and singing to her. He didn’t know if she could even hear him, but it made him feel better at least. Finally, James’ ninth month was given the word ‘nerves’. Despite constantly saying how ready he was to give birth, anyone who spent five minutes with James knew that he was completely terrified about what was to happen within the next month. It was only Brandan’s soothing words and reassurances that let James know that everything was going to be perfect that could calm him down. Now, at the end of his ninth month, James lay quietly waiting for his daughters’ imminent arrival as Brandan dozed lightly in the chair next to his bed and his daughter’s heart monitor beeped steadily. Everything was going to be all right now.
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NO. 27 [SOUND]
Matt’s fingers lightly trailed over the front of Johnny’s bass amp before he pressed his palm flat against it, trying desperately to feel the rhythmic thuds that often shook the floor. Johnny, catching sight of Matt and smiling softly, played a few riffs for the older man, who allowed a sad smile to cross his face. Nothing had been the same since he’d lost his hearing during an unexpected and gruesome shooting outside a local nightclub. A man with a gun had grabbed a girl and was attempting to steal her jewelry and wallet as her boyfriend watched helplessly, a gun aimed at him. Matt had managed to wrestle the man away from the girl, but his weapon had accidentally discharged mere inches from Matt’s head, the bullet thankfully missing everyone as the man was promptly grabbed by security guards from the club, leaving Matt to crumple to the ground, clutching his head. Over the next few days, Matt began to notice that he was having great difficulty hearing things and he quickly brought himself to a doctor, where he was thoroughly examined and dealt the blow that his hearing was permanently damaged. Matt had fallen into a depression as the remainder of his hearing slipped away, fearing that he would never be able to take the stage again. Finally, he had begun to work with sign language teachers and therapists to teach him how to communicate with others before he moved on to a vocal coach that specialized in deaf musicians. It took nearly two years before Matt was steady enough to try a show, but the second he walked off the stage at the end, he was back, grinning from ear to ear. His signs grew quick and sloppy as he exclaimed how excited he was, having cast away speech right from the beginning because it was too difficult to control. Now, though, he knew that he had found his place in his new world, even if he couldn’t hear it.
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NO. 38 [DINNER]
Zacky always found it rather endearing when Matt tried to make dinner for him. The younger boy, capable of making a full, authentic Italian meal, couldn’t help but laugh whenever he watched Matt cook. It often ended with Matt giving up in frustration and Zacky coaxing him back into helping him finish it, managing to always save everything. The one thing Matt was surprisingly better at was romantics, the older man easily able to put together a beautiful candle lit dinner, providing his lover did all the cooking after about the first fifteen minutes. The dinner was shared in an almost complete but comfortable silence, the two holding hands at the center of the table and exchanging loving glances. Normally Matt was the gentleman and got the dessert, but tonight, Zacky wouldn’t hear of it. Matt quickly learned why with the other man returned with a soft chocolate mousse, a tiny silver ribbon tied around the stem of Matt’s cup with a simple, gorgeous platinum and diamond engagement ring attached. Matt’s eyes grew wide and he looked over toward Zacky’s seat, suddenly realizing that while he’d been staring at the ring, the younger man had gotten down on one knee before him and was now softly asking Matt to marry him. Matt grinned and swooped down, kissing Zacky gently and whispering a soft yes against his lips before Zacky had untied the ring and slipped it onto Matt’s finger. They had spent the rest of the evening lovingly feeding each other dessert in front of the fireplace before retiring to their room for a night of slow, sensuous lovemaking.
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NO. 72 [KINK]
Chapped pink lips moved over baby soft, lightly tanned skin, sucking at various spots until dark bruises marred the inked torso. A small cut was made between firm pectorals, the lips returning to sensuously suck at the crimson blood seeping from the wound, a primitive mewl of pleasure slipping from the figure beneath. Several other cuts lingered over the strong body, those torturous lips frequently returning to them to clean the mess they had left. The blade was taken from its owner and bodies were roughly overturned as the two switched positions and the prey became the hunter once more, marking the supple body beneath him as he lapped gently at the small, sticky pools of life force. It was mutilation at an endearing level, though both knew to keep the blood play from getting out of hand, making sure to never truly injure the other. They always knew, though, that if tempers were lost, it was a safe bet that only one would walk away from the fight.
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NO. 84 [HIGH]
Matt was sick of Zacky coming home every night under the influence of some drug or another and then hoping to get a natural high off the older man as he rode him to his climax. Finally, fed up with it all, Matt and Brian had gone out and bought new locks that day, changing them while the other three were out partying in one of their local haunts. The two had kept the other three fifths of the band locked out all night, finally letting them in when it began to rain the next morning. Having sobered up and realized exactly why Matt had been willing to do such a thing, the guitarist vowed to make a change and fix what he had broken. He’d broken not only Matt’s trust, but also his sense of security and right in the world. Now, it was up to Zacky to make sure that the only high achieved was that of a natural sort, hoping Matt would be able to stop constantly worrying about what would happen. Unfortunately, as Jimmy and Johnny made out on the porch swing, Zacky figured they were just fucked and nobody could pull them back.
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NO. 99 [POLE]
Matt’s fingers deftly gripped the smooth, slightly metallic gold pole as the first rays of sunlight began coming in through the shuttered windows. His head fell back, exposing his throat as he slid down, his free hand moving to work off his belt. He slowly pulled it off as he came back up, his back arching as he twisted around the pole, his hips thrusting up as the belt fell to the stage. A soft moan fall from his pierced lips as his a hand danced down his broad chest, nimble fingers coming to rest at the wasit band of his black dickies. He brough his hand back up, dragging his t-shirt with as he pulled it over his head, tossing it toward a chair near his lover. He gasped softly and moaned quietly once more as his palm moved over his groin, his cock straining against his jeans. He worked at the zipper at an agonizing pace, slowly working it down before moving up to expertly pop the button, the denim falling away from him and allowing him to kick it off, his shoes long since gone. Now just in a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs, Matt grinned lustily down at Zacky, spreading his legs for the birthday boy. It was only a matter of seconds before the younger man was on the stage, ripping away his own clothes as well as Matt’s boxers, claiming his gift.