Fic rec and ficlets
I received a WONDERFUL fic for wcpairings from Elrhiarhodan -- it's Peter/Neal stuck in a hotel room in a snowstorm. The UST and longing is so great, and then there's sweet and hot smutty goodness, with plenty of funny lines along the way - go read it!
http://elrhiarhodan.livejournal.com/291202.html
Some little ficlets I've done recently (Shakespeare, White Collar, Chuck, Suits, Avengers, Nine Princes in Amber):
For commenfic: Coriolanus, Coriolanus/Aufidus, we are destined
A bite on the lip, drawing forth a drop of blood.
A swift arm flipping him over in their bed.
Power. Forcefulness. Undeniable demands of hands and lips and moans.
In the middle, Aufidius speaks.
"Is this..."
Coriolanus answers, reassures: "This is our destiny."
Aufidius accepts this, continues, feels and exerts the pressures and pleasures of their union, of their perilous wrestle for desire and bliss.
Though what Aufidius meant to ask was, "Is this the truth?"
White Collar, Neal/?. For Ash, for the prompt: no can mean yes
There were jobs he said no to. He said no and meant it.
They always ended up doing the job anyway.
There were times when Neal wanted to walk away, when Neal said he couldn't do this forever.
He always ended up staying.
And so it wasn't much of a surprise - or else it shouldn't have been -- when Neal felt hands on him, drunken gropes at Neal's body, claiming him as spoils, as a sweet and rightful prize.
Neal is an exceptional con artist. He has made his living off of the malleability of words, off of the way that language changes shape to mean one thing when it seems to mean the other. The border between no and yes is not fixed for men like him, and he knows it.
Chuck, Chuck/Bryce. For Ash, for the prompt: stay just a moment longer
The night before Bryce saves Chuck's life (the night before Bryce destroys Chuck's life), Chuck is playful and Bryce is deadly serious. They grope at each other in their dorm room, used to each other's bodies but still excited by them. Bryce clings tightly to Chuck, presses hard kisses into his flesh, but somehow avoids looking him in the eye. In the morning (and Chuck doesn't know it's their last morning), Chuck tries to get up to brush his teeth, get dressed, but Bryce holds him there by the waist, pulls him back into bed.
Chuck looks at him quizzically. "I can't be late for data structures class, Bryce," he objects, even as he plants light kisses on Bryce's shoulder.
"Just a minute, longer. One more minute."
Avengers, Steve/Tony, Steve/Bucky. For Ash, for the prompt: toe sucking goodness
Back in the past (back when Steve was an outcast and not a hero, back when things made sense), Bucky would regale Steve with stories about his time with women, about the things he did -- things that Steve had never heard of. Not that they were all that scandalous, but Steve was inexperienced. And maybe a little too fascinated with Bucky, with all the things he knew how to do.
Bucky used to suck his girlfriends' toes; some of them would giggle at the wet tickle of his tongue, some of the would moan and wait for him to move his lips up their calves and thighs. Steve would hear about this and pretend to find it amusing, pretend to find it vaguely strange but kind of funny, to find it just another impressive tale of Bucky and his lovers (who were always, always women). But the image of Bucky sucking on toes, soft and supple with his mouth, stoking a woman's pleasure with the lightest of sucks or nibbles... it stayed with his mind, it fed Steve's fantasies in ways that he never shared.
Years (many of them) later, Tony also brags about the many ways he's pleasured women, and adds the many ways he's pleasured men. He is a mystery to Steve in so many ways, but in others he is open, ready to tell Steve what he needs from him, even if Steve hasn't quite figured out how to do the same.
On one bright morning, Tony was feeling playful, even more than usual. He was poking at Steve's body like he was seeing it for the first time, nibbling his elbow and tickling his side.
When he sucked on Steve's middle toe, it took Steve's breath away.
"Like that, do you?" Tony said, eager grin.
Steve swallowed. "Maybe... maybe you shouldn't do that."
"But... you liked it?"
Steve wanted to lie. But he just nodded as he stared at Tony's lips.
Tony smiled and went to town on Steve's toes, sucking them lightly and swirling his tongue around them, one by one, as Steve's breath hitched, as Steve got hard from Tony's tongue on his feet.
When Tony moved to Steve's dick, Steve put his hand softly on Tony's head, sifting his fingers through the soft dark hair. Steve closed his eyes and focused on the sensations, trying to think of Tony, trying to remember how much he loved Tony, trying not to betray him with the image of Bucky, with the bone-deep need for Bucky that he had never gotten to satisfy. With the imaginary feel of Bucky's lips, wet with need, that Steve still thought of every day.
Suits, Mike/Harvey, for comment for the prompt: AU where they are reality show contestants
"Now, remember," Harvey said as his eyes bored into Mike, "You can't tell anyone about our alliance."
"Okay. But when you say 'anyone'-"
"I mean anyone."
"What about--"
"No."
"But I was going to say--"
"Definitely no."
Mike sighed dramatically and gave Harvey puppy dog eyes. For a moment, Harvey couldn't decide if the eyes a pathetic strategy or a brilliant one.
Harvey continued, "Do you want to play nice or do you want to win?"
Mike answered, "I want to, umm... win nice?"
Harvey rolled his eyes. "Just trust me, okay. You and me, final two. But you have got to stick to the plan."
Mike nodded. "But why do you want me in the final with you? I know you don't think I'm easier to beat than these other guys."
Harvey stopped himself from smacking the kid upside the kid. He was just so naive sometimes.
"Mike. Do you think the final two will be the two who do best in competitions or the two who have the dynamic the network thinks will get viewers into it?"
"Ummm..."
"It's reality television. Not reality. Please tell me you understand it's fixed."
"That can't be," Mike objected before Harvey's raised brow reminded him of everything he's seen since coming to this stupid island. "Fine," he sighed.
Harvey grinned. "Be thrilled, Mike, at my brilliance if for nothing else. This is both our tickets. Who could resist watching incredibly smart, good looking lovers go up against each other in the final?"
Mike gave him a smile, much less innocent than before. "Well, if we're going for the 'lovers' angle, we'd better really sell it."
Harvey smiled and went in for a kiss, savoring the hint of aggression in Mike's lips. "See, I knew I picked the right alliance," Harvey said, "Just goes to show - you should always trust my-"
"Shut up and take your shirt off before the camera operators find us," Mike said.
Harvey smirked. It wouldn't do for Mike to think he could five Harvey orders. But, as he took of his own shirt and practically ripped off Mike's, Harvey thought that that might be one lesson that could wait.
For commentfic for the prompt: Nine Princes in Amber by Zelazny, Corwin/any, power
Random submits to him, arches at Corwin's mouth at his neck, at the little bit of teeth Corwin uses to claim him. Lips, then, hot and delirious, tongue and motion, with Corwin's hand on Random's jaw like he is Corwin's possession and must thus be treated with control and care.
Corwin has always been able to work Random's body, always been able to pull out pleasure in ways that Random least expects. In all other things, Random is the unpredictable one; Random is the one whose volatility is his power. But here, in this, Corwin is the one that Random can never predict, can never assume anything about. In bed, when Corwin reigns over Random's body, it is Corwin who knows the power of just the right measure of chaos.
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http://elrhiarhodan.livejournal.com/291202.html
Some little ficlets I've done recently (Shakespeare, White Collar, Chuck, Suits, Avengers, Nine Princes in Amber):
For commenfic: Coriolanus, Coriolanus/Aufidus, we are destined
A bite on the lip, drawing forth a drop of blood.
A swift arm flipping him over in their bed.
Power. Forcefulness. Undeniable demands of hands and lips and moans.
In the middle, Aufidius speaks.
"Is this..."
Coriolanus answers, reassures: "This is our destiny."
Aufidius accepts this, continues, feels and exerts the pressures and pleasures of their union, of their perilous wrestle for desire and bliss.
Though what Aufidius meant to ask was, "Is this the truth?"
White Collar, Neal/?. For Ash, for the prompt: no can mean yes
There were jobs he said no to. He said no and meant it.
They always ended up doing the job anyway.
There were times when Neal wanted to walk away, when Neal said he couldn't do this forever.
He always ended up staying.
And so it wasn't much of a surprise - or else it shouldn't have been -- when Neal felt hands on him, drunken gropes at Neal's body, claiming him as spoils, as a sweet and rightful prize.
Neal is an exceptional con artist. He has made his living off of the malleability of words, off of the way that language changes shape to mean one thing when it seems to mean the other. The border between no and yes is not fixed for men like him, and he knows it.
Chuck, Chuck/Bryce. For Ash, for the prompt: stay just a moment longer
The night before Bryce saves Chuck's life (the night before Bryce destroys Chuck's life), Chuck is playful and Bryce is deadly serious. They grope at each other in their dorm room, used to each other's bodies but still excited by them. Bryce clings tightly to Chuck, presses hard kisses into his flesh, but somehow avoids looking him in the eye. In the morning (and Chuck doesn't know it's their last morning), Chuck tries to get up to brush his teeth, get dressed, but Bryce holds him there by the waist, pulls him back into bed.
Chuck looks at him quizzically. "I can't be late for data structures class, Bryce," he objects, even as he plants light kisses on Bryce's shoulder.
"Just a minute, longer. One more minute."
Avengers, Steve/Tony, Steve/Bucky. For Ash, for the prompt: toe sucking goodness
Back in the past (back when Steve was an outcast and not a hero, back when things made sense), Bucky would regale Steve with stories about his time with women, about the things he did -- things that Steve had never heard of. Not that they were all that scandalous, but Steve was inexperienced. And maybe a little too fascinated with Bucky, with all the things he knew how to do.
Bucky used to suck his girlfriends' toes; some of them would giggle at the wet tickle of his tongue, some of the would moan and wait for him to move his lips up their calves and thighs. Steve would hear about this and pretend to find it amusing, pretend to find it vaguely strange but kind of funny, to find it just another impressive tale of Bucky and his lovers (who were always, always women). But the image of Bucky sucking on toes, soft and supple with his mouth, stoking a woman's pleasure with the lightest of sucks or nibbles... it stayed with his mind, it fed Steve's fantasies in ways that he never shared.
Years (many of them) later, Tony also brags about the many ways he's pleasured women, and adds the many ways he's pleasured men. He is a mystery to Steve in so many ways, but in others he is open, ready to tell Steve what he needs from him, even if Steve hasn't quite figured out how to do the same.
On one bright morning, Tony was feeling playful, even more than usual. He was poking at Steve's body like he was seeing it for the first time, nibbling his elbow and tickling his side.
When he sucked on Steve's middle toe, it took Steve's breath away.
"Like that, do you?" Tony said, eager grin.
Steve swallowed. "Maybe... maybe you shouldn't do that."
"But... you liked it?"
Steve wanted to lie. But he just nodded as he stared at Tony's lips.
Tony smiled and went to town on Steve's toes, sucking them lightly and swirling his tongue around them, one by one, as Steve's breath hitched, as Steve got hard from Tony's tongue on his feet.
When Tony moved to Steve's dick, Steve put his hand softly on Tony's head, sifting his fingers through the soft dark hair. Steve closed his eyes and focused on the sensations, trying to think of Tony, trying to remember how much he loved Tony, trying not to betray him with the image of Bucky, with the bone-deep need for Bucky that he had never gotten to satisfy. With the imaginary feel of Bucky's lips, wet with need, that Steve still thought of every day.
Suits, Mike/Harvey, for comment for the prompt: AU where they are reality show contestants
"Now, remember," Harvey said as his eyes bored into Mike, "You can't tell anyone about our alliance."
"Okay. But when you say 'anyone'-"
"I mean anyone."
"What about--"
"No."
"But I was going to say--"
"Definitely no."
Mike sighed dramatically and gave Harvey puppy dog eyes. For a moment, Harvey couldn't decide if the eyes a pathetic strategy or a brilliant one.
Harvey continued, "Do you want to play nice or do you want to win?"
Mike answered, "I want to, umm... win nice?"
Harvey rolled his eyes. "Just trust me, okay. You and me, final two. But you have got to stick to the plan."
Mike nodded. "But why do you want me in the final with you? I know you don't think I'm easier to beat than these other guys."
Harvey stopped himself from smacking the kid upside the kid. He was just so naive sometimes.
"Mike. Do you think the final two will be the two who do best in competitions or the two who have the dynamic the network thinks will get viewers into it?"
"Ummm..."
"It's reality television. Not reality. Please tell me you understand it's fixed."
"That can't be," Mike objected before Harvey's raised brow reminded him of everything he's seen since coming to this stupid island. "Fine," he sighed.
Harvey grinned. "Be thrilled, Mike, at my brilliance if for nothing else. This is both our tickets. Who could resist watching incredibly smart, good looking lovers go up against each other in the final?"
Mike gave him a smile, much less innocent than before. "Well, if we're going for the 'lovers' angle, we'd better really sell it."
Harvey smiled and went in for a kiss, savoring the hint of aggression in Mike's lips. "See, I knew I picked the right alliance," Harvey said, "Just goes to show - you should always trust my-"
"Shut up and take your shirt off before the camera operators find us," Mike said.
Harvey smirked. It wouldn't do for Mike to think he could five Harvey orders. But, as he took of his own shirt and practically ripped off Mike's, Harvey thought that that might be one lesson that could wait.
For commentfic for the prompt: Nine Princes in Amber by Zelazny, Corwin/any, power
Random submits to him, arches at Corwin's mouth at his neck, at the little bit of teeth Corwin uses to claim him. Lips, then, hot and delirious, tongue and motion, with Corwin's hand on Random's jaw like he is Corwin's possession and must thus be treated with control and care.
Corwin has always been able to work Random's body, always been able to pull out pleasure in ways that Random least expects. In all other things, Random is the unpredictable one; Random is the one whose volatility is his power. But here, in this, Corwin is the one that Random can never predict, can never assume anything about. In bed, when Corwin reigns over Random's body, it is Corwin who knows the power of just the right measure of chaos.
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