Drabbles.
This is a post simply for archiving purposes. :) A few days ago, I asked for prompts and wrote a few drabbles based on these. Here are the results:
For cf33
Prompts: a submarine, apple juice, a sheepish grin
Pairing: Johnny/Stéphane
Serve over Ice
It seemed like a great idea at first. What could be better than spending a week with your boyfriend in a paradise-like setting? A private beach secluded from the rest of the world where they could make love on the warm sand with the tide splashing over their feet, one of those lovely cabins surrounded by palm-trees that look like the real native thing, but has perfect air-conditioning and a fridge to cool their champagne in. It sounded like heaven to Johnny.
Unfortunately for him, Johnny has never spent much time poring over the science of human psychology, and thus has never heard of an occurrence the shrinks call the submarine syndrome.
The first day is perfect, as is the second. They lounge on the beach slurping their Summer Breeze cocktails - 2 shots vodka, 2 shots cranberry and 2 shots apple juice, served over ice - and get tanned, a perfect golden brown in Stéphane’s case, a painful I’m-not-burned-it-will-turn-bronze tan in Johnny’s.
The third day, however, Johnny is cranky because his back burns and suddenly, there’s nothing more annoying than the sun, the heat and Stéphane’s constant inquiries about his well-being. He realizes that he really sort of can’t stand Stéphane and tells him to fuck off when Stéphane wants to make love to him in the evening.
He spends most of the fourth day in the cabin, raiding the fridge and drinking all the champagne, and when Stéphane comes back from the beach in the afternoon, he tells him to fuck off - or wait, fuck him, because sex makes everything better, doesn’t it. Johnny is seriously miffed when Stéphane doesn’t comply and sleeps on the far, far end of the king-sized bed instead.
On day five, Johnny is too hung-over to leave the bathroom. He decides that he kinda loves Stéphane, because Stéphane stays in with him and holds back his hair, which Johnny has been growing out in preparation for next season.
On the last day, Stéphane orders a bucket full of ice and spends the larger part of the day making creative use of the ice cubes - he soothes Johnny’s burned back with some and makes certain other parts of his body burn with the rest. Johnny loves Stéphane for thinking of this, because it seems that they really can’t work without the ice. And because submarines can’t work with it.
~fin
A/N: "Submarine syndrome" is a term that does not really exist in English, I know that. But it kinda does in Czech (submarine disease) and it means that you get fed up/annoyed by other people when you spend prolonged periods of time with them.
Also, I forgot to include the grin. Oops.
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For jelliclekat
Prompts: thunderstorm, lace, spine
Pairing: Johnny/Evan
Swept
It feels like he’s being swept by a storm, caught in a vortex of sensations and scents and sounds that make the desire he’s been holding back for so long explode like a storm-cloud bursting with rain.
It starts with a simple hug - fragrant with sweat and post-skate excitement - an ambiguous smile, a seemingly casual brush of fingers against the back of his hand as they walk towards the lockers side by side. When the door closes behind them, Evan whispers his name - Johnny? - his voice hoarse and different, a voice Johnny’s never heard from him before. And that is the last drop, the last proof, because hasn’t Evan been giving him looks for the past three or so days? There is no way he could be misinterpreting everything.
He pushes Evan against the wall so hard that Evan yelps in pain when his head makes impact with the solid surface and crushes their bodies together, twists his fingers into Evan’s hair. He makes himself pause, a moment of silence before the thunder, a safety measure in case he’s really been deluding himself all this time. Then Evan’s lips are on his, his tongue fighting his way into Johnny’s mouth, hot and slick and forbidden. He feels Evan’s hands fumble with the zipper on his costume, so urgent and impatient that Johnny’s afraid he might tear the filigree lace. But then Evan finally manages and rakes his nails along the curve of Johnny’s spine and Johnny can’t think, can’t care about anything but the way Evan’s hands burn against his naked skin.
Later, after fucking on the filthy floor of the locker room, quite oblivious to the fact that anyone could walk in, when they half-sit, half-lie on one of the benches, Johnny can’t help but worry. Because Evan’s lazy, languid kisses make his heartbeat change just ever so slightly. And because every storm, no matter how spectacular to watch, usually leaves a horrible havoc behind.
~fin
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For euphony_of_love
Prompts: wave, light, silence
Pairing: No specific requests, so I wrote Glorfindel/Elrond (LOTR). :)
Cala (Light in Quenya)
It seemed almost as if the light of the stars above had gone out, for they suddenly appeared so bleak and mundane in comparison to the shine of his golden hair, the glow of his skin as he approached, his steps soundless on the grass.
My eyes had never seen anything, anyone as exquisite and beautiful as him as he walked towards me that night, thousands of years after we’d been torn apart. For a moment I believed that one of the Valar themselves had sailed from Valinor, perhaps to direct me on the difficult path that lay ahead of me.
And then he spoke, his voice a chime in the silence of the night, so familiar and yet so different, the voice of someone who had traveled beyond the world and back: “Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo. Elrond, son of Eärendil, I have returned from the Halls of Mandos, for a dark time is nearing. A shadow is coming upon us.”
“You bring a light that no shadow can vanquish,” I whispered, watching the smile light up his face. “Glorfindel,” I breathed and fell into his arms when he stretched them out towards me, my heart finally filling up with hope again.
~fin
A/N: This is probably partly inaccurate, because Glorfindel dies during the fall of Gondolin and at that time, he's in the company of Elrond's father, I think. But maybe Elrond was there as a young boy? ;) And then, according to Wikipedia, Glorfindel gets sent back to Middle Earth by the Valar. (In other words - Tolkien messed up with that character name. Oops, J.R.R.)
A/N2: Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo. = A star shines upon the hour of our meeting. It's a greeting in high Elvish.
I still owe drabbles to 2 people. I hope I'll be able to write these, sooner or later. If not... forgive me? :)
For cf33
Prompts: a submarine, apple juice, a sheepish grin
Pairing: Johnny/Stéphane
Serve over Ice
It seemed like a great idea at first. What could be better than spending a week with your boyfriend in a paradise-like setting? A private beach secluded from the rest of the world where they could make love on the warm sand with the tide splashing over their feet, one of those lovely cabins surrounded by palm-trees that look like the real native thing, but has perfect air-conditioning and a fridge to cool their champagne in. It sounded like heaven to Johnny.
Unfortunately for him, Johnny has never spent much time poring over the science of human psychology, and thus has never heard of an occurrence the shrinks call the submarine syndrome.
The first day is perfect, as is the second. They lounge on the beach slurping their Summer Breeze cocktails - 2 shots vodka, 2 shots cranberry and 2 shots apple juice, served over ice - and get tanned, a perfect golden brown in Stéphane’s case, a painful I’m-not-burned-it-will-turn-bronze tan in Johnny’s.
The third day, however, Johnny is cranky because his back burns and suddenly, there’s nothing more annoying than the sun, the heat and Stéphane’s constant inquiries about his well-being. He realizes that he really sort of can’t stand Stéphane and tells him to fuck off when Stéphane wants to make love to him in the evening.
He spends most of the fourth day in the cabin, raiding the fridge and drinking all the champagne, and when Stéphane comes back from the beach in the afternoon, he tells him to fuck off - or wait, fuck him, because sex makes everything better, doesn’t it. Johnny is seriously miffed when Stéphane doesn’t comply and sleeps on the far, far end of the king-sized bed instead.
On day five, Johnny is too hung-over to leave the bathroom. He decides that he kinda loves Stéphane, because Stéphane stays in with him and holds back his hair, which Johnny has been growing out in preparation for next season.
On the last day, Stéphane orders a bucket full of ice and spends the larger part of the day making creative use of the ice cubes - he soothes Johnny’s burned back with some and makes certain other parts of his body burn with the rest. Johnny loves Stéphane for thinking of this, because it seems that they really can’t work without the ice. And because submarines can’t work with it.
~fin
A/N: "Submarine syndrome" is a term that does not really exist in English, I know that. But it kinda does in Czech (submarine disease) and it means that you get fed up/annoyed by other people when you spend prolonged periods of time with them.
Also, I forgot to include the grin. Oops.
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For jelliclekat
Prompts: thunderstorm, lace, spine
Pairing: Johnny/Evan
Swept
It feels like he’s being swept by a storm, caught in a vortex of sensations and scents and sounds that make the desire he’s been holding back for so long explode like a storm-cloud bursting with rain.
It starts with a simple hug - fragrant with sweat and post-skate excitement - an ambiguous smile, a seemingly casual brush of fingers against the back of his hand as they walk towards the lockers side by side. When the door closes behind them, Evan whispers his name - Johnny? - his voice hoarse and different, a voice Johnny’s never heard from him before. And that is the last drop, the last proof, because hasn’t Evan been giving him looks for the past three or so days? There is no way he could be misinterpreting everything.
He pushes Evan against the wall so hard that Evan yelps in pain when his head makes impact with the solid surface and crushes their bodies together, twists his fingers into Evan’s hair. He makes himself pause, a moment of silence before the thunder, a safety measure in case he’s really been deluding himself all this time. Then Evan’s lips are on his, his tongue fighting his way into Johnny’s mouth, hot and slick and forbidden. He feels Evan’s hands fumble with the zipper on his costume, so urgent and impatient that Johnny’s afraid he might tear the filigree lace. But then Evan finally manages and rakes his nails along the curve of Johnny’s spine and Johnny can’t think, can’t care about anything but the way Evan’s hands burn against his naked skin.
Later, after fucking on the filthy floor of the locker room, quite oblivious to the fact that anyone could walk in, when they half-sit, half-lie on one of the benches, Johnny can’t help but worry. Because Evan’s lazy, languid kisses make his heartbeat change just ever so slightly. And because every storm, no matter how spectacular to watch, usually leaves a horrible havoc behind.
~fin
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For euphony_of_love
Prompts: wave, light, silence
Pairing: No specific requests, so I wrote Glorfindel/Elrond (LOTR). :)
Cala (Light in Quenya)
It seemed almost as if the light of the stars above had gone out, for they suddenly appeared so bleak and mundane in comparison to the shine of his golden hair, the glow of his skin as he approached, his steps soundless on the grass.
My eyes had never seen anything, anyone as exquisite and beautiful as him as he walked towards me that night, thousands of years after we’d been torn apart. For a moment I believed that one of the Valar themselves had sailed from Valinor, perhaps to direct me on the difficult path that lay ahead of me.
And then he spoke, his voice a chime in the silence of the night, so familiar and yet so different, the voice of someone who had traveled beyond the world and back: “Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo. Elrond, son of Eärendil, I have returned from the Halls of Mandos, for a dark time is nearing. A shadow is coming upon us.”
“You bring a light that no shadow can vanquish,” I whispered, watching the smile light up his face. “Glorfindel,” I breathed and fell into his arms when he stretched them out towards me, my heart finally filling up with hope again.
~fin
A/N: This is probably partly inaccurate, because Glorfindel dies during the fall of Gondolin and at that time, he's in the company of Elrond's father, I think. But maybe Elrond was there as a young boy? ;) And then, according to Wikipedia, Glorfindel gets sent back to Middle Earth by the Valar. (In other words - Tolkien messed up with that character name. Oops, J.R.R.)
A/N2: Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo. = A star shines upon the hour of our meeting. It's a greeting in high Elvish.
I still owe drabbles to 2 people. I hope I'll be able to write these, sooner or later. If not... forgive me? :)