oh hello f-list, newbies and old faithfuls, one and all

[dire_redux]

So I am stealing this from my darling featherfish because it is a very, very rad idea and also some of you are shy and I wish you wouldn't be because I really don't bite unless you're into that.

So without further ado, I give you:

In past Christmases, I have left an open invitation to write little fanfic drabbles for LJ holiday presents. I'd like to do that

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Fill: Plate Glass (3/3)

[dire_redux]

So I pushed him back, so he was sitting on my desk, tipping papers onto the floor in flurries, his knees around my ears. He smiled down at me like I had the right idea and I knew I’d do anything to keep him looking that way, that crooked grin, heavy-lidded eyes. My shirt was hitched up, crooked and rumpled over the curve of my back as I bent down to unzip his pants and I felt like maybe this should have been some kind of crossed line, except it felt too natural, made too much sense.

I noticed vaguely that I’d lost a cufflink, turned the thought away and took him into my mouth.

I don’t know how I could have expected him to be anything other than as loud and wild and unrestrained as he’d been with his back pressed to my Venetian tiled floor, then he had been every moment since I’d met him. He made a sound that was half a snarl and half something that could have been Christ or yes and I thought it was worth the risk. Well worth it to see his eyes slip shut, the way the tendons of his neck caught light and shadow when he threw his head back. He was put together fearfully, wonderfully. He was beautiful like this.

My hands slipped up under his shirt slow, then clawed down his sides hot and sharp and intentional just so I could hear him. And all I could see was him, his body curling around me so that my whole world was cashmere and wool rubbing up against my cheek, the smell of his cigarettes, his cologne and something that was animal, fundamentally him.

My jaw was aching as he rocked his hips up against me in a rhythm I was trying to pace out, but the hand at the back of my neck was trembling while he clutched at my hair.

I wondered if anyone was watching and I knew he was thinking the same thing, knew exactly why he allowed his back to be toward the door. That uncertainty, that thrill. Russian roulette, bullets in five chambers. I should probably have been scared with a guy like that but I wasn’t. He came with a sudden, startled silence, a sharp intake of breath, his hand tightening around a fistful of my hair. I was expecting a scream, but he loves to surprise me.

He braced his hands at my shoulders and propped himself upright, breathing heavy, smiling wicked and sharp when he turned around to look behind him. He moved a hand to cover my eyes when I shifted to see and I heard a low laugh above me. I guess I’d never know what he saw or didn’t see. Another lesson, another matter of trust. I’d never ask.

“Clever,” he whispered as he took the end of my tie in his hand and wiped it across my lips, smearing spit and blood and come across the front with the cruelest, most beautiful grin. My harlequin boy.

I thought he was going to kiss me, thought he was going to get down on his knees, just to see me come undone, make me scream, but he pushed my chair back, stood up and walked away, ruffling my hair.

The look on his face when he turned back said

Chase me.

Re: Fill: Plate Glass (3/3)

[avalonauggie]

OKAY
OKAY I'M GOING TO CALM DOWN EVENTUALLY MAYBE
But this entire thing has like blown my mind and shunted it into another dimension entirely and now there's like a clone copy of my brain and all it says is MOAR SUITS
That didn't make sense. but uuuuugh seriously the thing with your writing that always KILLS me is how you're so good at implying backstory and all these dark nuances with just the slightest suggestion! gah! I am so jealous of you.
and then THIS:
Utterly human, in a way that only I could know was rehearsed. Perfectly pressed corduroy pants and black leather Italian loafers with little tassels that shuddered as he tapped and tapped his toe.
is just DANGEROUSLY SEXY RIGHT THERE and whoops do I have a shoe fetish now? MAY BE.
ALSO THIS:
my whole world was cashmere and wool rubbing up against my cheek, the smell of his cigarettes, his cologne and something that was animal, fundamentally him.
UNF. FIBERGASM. I am going to go nuzzle my yarn stash now. bye.
but seriously all of this was just unbearably hot, HOW DO YOU DO IT. You have my love forever and always!