[fic] Snippet, Fic-ramble
I AM WORKING ON SHIT I SWEAR I AM DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT GOSH.
Seriously, though, I am working on stuff, such as:
A) an interesting AU in which various members of the NHL are, like, soul-vampires or something. DEMONS WALK AMONG US AND HOBOY ARE MOST OF THEM REALLY TURNED ON BY THEIR TEAMMATES, TEEHEEHEE. At this rate, this may actually end up being the summary of the series. As it stands now (at 10,000 or so words), Nikita's picking a fight with Viktor Tikhonov, Tobi's hoarding Burmi, and Patrick Kane is getting really sick of his friends thinking he's having sex with Jonny.
B) a shorter series in which Patrick really is having sex with Jonny, only not in real life just yet. Also, Jonny's neighbour is way faster on the uptake than Captain Seriouspants ever will be. And she may or may not be mentally coercing Patrick into piercings. That's got to be the only reason Patrick turned to Seabs in the middle of practice and offered, "so I'm thinking about getting my nipples pierced."
C) JARED SLUTTING IT UP. And yeah, no, I really think that's going to be the summary for that one. How much clearer can I make it? Jared Staal is bored of living in his brothers' shadows. For crying out loud, if he hears either one of those two "polishing their cup rings" ever again, he's a choke a bitch! And Marc, good lord, New York is a terrible thing...! So to get them back for everything he has to deal with, including but not limited to: pranks, hand-me-downs, hand-me-down pranks, the burnt pancakes, the undercooked eggs, and some serious lies about puberty that's not what dad meant when he said TEACH YOUR LITTLE BROTHER HONESTLY YOU JERKASSES, Jared's finding all their really good friends and TOTALLY. SLUTTING. IT UP.
...a sample of C can be found beneath the cut. :D
“Oh, god,” he groans, dragging weak and trembling fingers through Jared’s curly hair. “Oh, god oh god oh god…!”
Jared grins sharply against the inside of his thigh, his teeth bright, sharp little white points that threaten a lot more than physical danger. Tightening his grasp on Jeff’s hips, he dives back in again, smearing that violent, frightening grin of his against the sweat-slick skin that leads into his groin. His pink tongue darts out, tasting soap and salt and the dark musk of man, young and untried though it may be, hidden in this dark hollow of the human form.
Soon enough, though, the rising crescendos of Jeff’s whimpers lure him on to the main event.
The younger man-boy, really-doesn’t last very long; the lead up has been too drawn out for that, and Jared’s skills are much too honed to be much of an obstacle. He comes with a high, delicate keen that Jared drinks down as easily as his spunk, curling his head to meet the arch of that thin, muscular body. He lets Jeff go and just grins as the young man falls back, limp and weak and wiggly, on the bedspread.
He rises to meet his beckoning fingers, falls against the cool and wrinkled fabric next to his brother’s newest teammate. They lay there together for a moment, staring up at the popcorn-plain ceiling, seeing nothing.
“Oh, god,” Jeff groans suddenly. “Your brother is gonna kill me!”
Seriously, though, I am working on stuff, such as:
A) an interesting AU in which various members of the NHL are, like, soul-vampires or something. DEMONS WALK AMONG US AND HOBOY ARE MOST OF THEM REALLY TURNED ON BY THEIR TEAMMATES, TEEHEEHEE. At this rate, this may actually end up being the summary of the series. As it stands now (at 10,000 or so words), Nikita's picking a fight with Viktor Tikhonov, Tobi's hoarding Burmi, and Patrick Kane is getting really sick of his friends thinking he's having sex with Jonny.
B) a shorter series in which Patrick really is having sex with Jonny, only not in real life just yet. Also, Jonny's neighbour is way faster on the uptake than Captain Seriouspants ever will be. And she may or may not be mentally coercing Patrick into piercings. That's got to be the only reason Patrick turned to Seabs in the middle of practice and offered, "so I'm thinking about getting my nipples pierced."
C) JARED SLUTTING IT UP. And yeah, no, I really think that's going to be the summary for that one. How much clearer can I make it? Jared Staal is bored of living in his brothers' shadows. For crying out loud, if he hears either one of those two "polishing their cup rings" ever again, he's a choke a bitch! And Marc, good lord, New York is a terrible thing...! So to get them back for everything he has to deal with, including but not limited to: pranks, hand-me-downs, hand-me-down pranks, the burnt pancakes, the undercooked eggs, and some serious lies about puberty that's not what dad meant when he said TEACH YOUR LITTLE BROTHER HONESTLY YOU JERKASSES, Jared's finding all their really good friends and TOTALLY. SLUTTING. IT UP.
...a sample of C can be found beneath the cut. :D
“Oh, god,” he groans, dragging weak and trembling fingers through Jared’s curly hair. “Oh, god oh god oh god…!”
Jared grins sharply against the inside of his thigh, his teeth bright, sharp little white points that threaten a lot more than physical danger. Tightening his grasp on Jeff’s hips, he dives back in again, smearing that violent, frightening grin of his against the sweat-slick skin that leads into his groin. His pink tongue darts out, tasting soap and salt and the dark musk of man, young and untried though it may be, hidden in this dark hollow of the human form.
Soon enough, though, the rising crescendos of Jeff’s whimpers lure him on to the main event.
The younger man-boy, really-doesn’t last very long; the lead up has been too drawn out for that, and Jared’s skills are much too honed to be much of an obstacle. He comes with a high, delicate keen that Jared drinks down as easily as his spunk, curling his head to meet the arch of that thin, muscular body. He lets Jeff go and just grins as the young man falls back, limp and weak and wiggly, on the bedspread.
He rises to meet his beckoning fingers, falls against the cool and wrinkled fabric next to his brother’s newest teammate. They lay there together for a moment, staring up at the popcorn-plain ceiling, seeing nothing.
“Oh, god,” Jeff groans suddenly. “Your brother is gonna kill me!”