procrastrotron, engage!
two pages! two pages of meaningless drivel, but that's neither here nor there. one more page and i get creamy walnut-y something-or-other (n.'s bribe).
l. is casting aspersions on my poor ivan.
the reason i haven't met miss n.'s quota yet is twofold. i ate dinner with my mother, so that was an hour spent not working. the second fold goes like this: when i finish a paragraph of my paper, i get to switch windows and play with jack and daniel for a bit.
why is it so much easier to write 500 words of slash than 500 words of legitimate (well, "legitimate") prose? blargh.
[on some other planet. plot = not really the point]
Daniel pushed, hard, and Jack went sprawling across the bed. Or at least, what he assumed was the bed. It was the softest surface in the room, raised about a foot and a half above the rest of the floor, though it was a bit larger than even Daniel's king mattress back home. He was making an assumption, basically, based on his own cultural values and -
"Hey," Jack said, a bit irritably, as he propped himself up on his elbows. His partially unbuttoned shirt had stretched open to expose a nice view of his chest. His lips were reddened and slightly parted, expelling sharp breaths. Daniel realized he was breathing pretty hard himself. That must have been a longer kiss than he'd realized, relative perception of the passage of time and all. Or maybe it was something about the altitude here... though they were both in good shape, and acclimated to Colorado's not-insignificant altitude. Could it be the atmosphere...
"Hey!" Jack repeated, prodding Daniel in the knee with his bare foot. "I'm waiting to be ravished here, Daniel. Think you could get on that?" Daniel refocused. Rumpled, partially undressed Jack sprawled on a ... sprawled, anyway. It was a good look for Jack.
"Right," Daniel breathed, shedding his own shirt before climbing onto the ... surface, swiftly crawling up along Jack's long body. "Focused," he breathed against Jack's mouth before taking it with his own. Jack laughed into the kiss, a sensation that was not entirely unpleasant. The only real unpleasantness was the nagging annoyance that Jack was laughing at him. Daniel moved on to kiss along Jack's jawline. Jack moaned and lay back, baring his neck to Daniel's explorations. He pressed his mouth against Jack's pulse point,
[and then i got bored mid-sentence and skipped straight to the sex]
"Oh, ah..." Daniel was all needy sounds, crazy monosyllables. He was having trouble remembering his name. He did remember one name, though, the only really important name. "Jack, oh... Jack," he moaned, trying to open his eyes to see this, sure it would be the end but unable to resist. The need to see Jack, watch him...
Oh, to watch him with his lips around Daniel's cock, sliding tortuously down... Daniel sputtered out a warning, incoherent but willing Jack to understand. Jack angled back, met his gaze, and then very deliberately slid down and the pressure... Daniel wasn't sure what he called as he came, doubted very much that it was English and hoped Jack wouldn't mind.
He drew a shaky breath, then another, blinked his eyes and tried to focus on... something. Anything. Jack's face came into view, accompanied by a warmth and pressure against what Daniel was reasonably certain was the rest of his body.
"Bet you're feeling focused now, eh?"
[i think this may be my first attempt at an explicit sex scene. i'm fairly certain i've never typed the word 'cock' in a non-fowl capacity before. also, Jack appears to be canadian here. odd. maybe they're on a planet of canadians. and there's something in the water that makes them say 'eh.' and apparently makes them horny as well. like i said, plot ain't my strong point.]
hmm. i appear to have gone insane. okay, back to prufrock. *sigh*
l. is casting aspersions on my poor ivan.
the reason i haven't met miss n.'s quota yet is twofold. i ate dinner with my mother, so that was an hour spent not working. the second fold goes like this: when i finish a paragraph of my paper, i get to switch windows and play with jack and daniel for a bit.
why is it so much easier to write 500 words of slash than 500 words of legitimate (well, "legitimate") prose? blargh.
[on some other planet. plot = not really the point]
Daniel pushed, hard, and Jack went sprawling across the bed. Or at least, what he assumed was the bed. It was the softest surface in the room, raised about a foot and a half above the rest of the floor, though it was a bit larger than even Daniel's king mattress back home. He was making an assumption, basically, based on his own cultural values and -
"Hey," Jack said, a bit irritably, as he propped himself up on his elbows. His partially unbuttoned shirt had stretched open to expose a nice view of his chest. His lips were reddened and slightly parted, expelling sharp breaths. Daniel realized he was breathing pretty hard himself. That must have been a longer kiss than he'd realized, relative perception of the passage of time and all. Or maybe it was something about the altitude here... though they were both in good shape, and acclimated to Colorado's not-insignificant altitude. Could it be the atmosphere...
"Hey!" Jack repeated, prodding Daniel in the knee with his bare foot. "I'm waiting to be ravished here, Daniel. Think you could get on that?" Daniel refocused. Rumpled, partially undressed Jack sprawled on a ... sprawled, anyway. It was a good look for Jack.
"Right," Daniel breathed, shedding his own shirt before climbing onto the ... surface, swiftly crawling up along Jack's long body. "Focused," he breathed against Jack's mouth before taking it with his own. Jack laughed into the kiss, a sensation that was not entirely unpleasant. The only real unpleasantness was the nagging annoyance that Jack was laughing at him. Daniel moved on to kiss along Jack's jawline. Jack moaned and lay back, baring his neck to Daniel's explorations. He pressed his mouth against Jack's pulse point,
[and then i got bored mid-sentence and skipped straight to the sex]
"Oh, ah..." Daniel was all needy sounds, crazy monosyllables. He was having trouble remembering his name. He did remember one name, though, the only really important name. "Jack, oh... Jack," he moaned, trying to open his eyes to see this, sure it would be the end but unable to resist. The need to see Jack, watch him...
Oh, to watch him with his lips around Daniel's cock, sliding tortuously down... Daniel sputtered out a warning, incoherent but willing Jack to understand. Jack angled back, met his gaze, and then very deliberately slid down and the pressure... Daniel wasn't sure what he called as he came, doubted very much that it was English and hoped Jack wouldn't mind.
He drew a shaky breath, then another, blinked his eyes and tried to focus on... something. Anything. Jack's face came into view, accompanied by a warmth and pressure against what Daniel was reasonably certain was the rest of his body.
"Bet you're feeling focused now, eh?"
[i think this may be my first attempt at an explicit sex scene. i'm fairly certain i've never typed the word 'cock' in a non-fowl capacity before. also, Jack appears to be canadian here. odd. maybe they're on a planet of canadians. and there's something in the water that makes them say 'eh.' and apparently makes them horny as well. like i said, plot ain't my strong point.]
hmm. i appear to have gone insane. okay, back to prufrock. *sigh*