Two Dabbles; Team of Choice: OGN Nice
Title: Recognition
Author:
great_whatsit
Team of choice: OGC Nice
Prompt: Drama
Pairing: Zdravko Kuzmanovic/Tomas Ujfalusi
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Lies.
Note: For
roadtoharmony and
labyrinthically.
Zdravko was drunk. Very, very drunk. Tomas watched him, marveling at how the long limbs were suddenly unsure; how this confident, composed boy was now nothing more than a new puppy, all elbows and knees and unexpected angles, struggling to get out of his clothes.
Tomas closed the space between them with a step and reached out, just resting his fingertips on Zdravko's stomach. He felt a quiver travel across the skin and smiled slowly as he caught the boy's eye.
Eyes on Zdravko's, he moved his hand, just slightly, and basked in the boy's breathless, half-whispered confession. "Yours."
Title: And Again
Author:
great_whatsit
Team of choice: OGC Nice
Prompt: Drama
Character: Dejan Stankovic
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Lies.
When he thought about it afterward (hating himself, his face burning with shame), Dejan inevitably replayed that first time in his head, hoping against hope that he'd make eye contact, or say "no." Even hit him. Anything but obediently lowering his eyes, and dropping to his knees.
All that would come later. Now there was a possessive hand in his hair -- grip so tight his eyes watered -- and a mocking voice in his ear. ("Disgusting," and "pathetic," and "sisadzijo.") And he was, god, so hard, and he was agreeing. And he was pleading to be allowed a taste (just a taste).
Author:
great_whatsit
Team of choice: OGC Nice
Prompt: Drama
Pairing: Zdravko Kuzmanovic/Tomas Ujfalusi
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Lies.
Note: For
roadtoharmony and
labyrinthically.
Zdravko was drunk. Very, very drunk. Tomas watched him, marveling at how the long limbs were suddenly unsure; how this confident, composed boy was now nothing more than a new puppy, all elbows and knees and unexpected angles, struggling to get out of his clothes.
Tomas closed the space between them with a step and reached out, just resting his fingertips on Zdravko's stomach. He felt a quiver travel across the skin and smiled slowly as he caught the boy's eye.
Eyes on Zdravko's, he moved his hand, just slightly, and basked in the boy's breathless, half-whispered confession. "Yours."
Title: And Again
Author:
great_whatsit
Team of choice: OGC Nice
Prompt: Drama
Character: Dejan Stankovic
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Lies.
When he thought about it afterward (hating himself, his face burning with shame), Dejan inevitably replayed that first time in his head, hoping against hope that he'd make eye contact, or say "no." Even hit him. Anything but obediently lowering his eyes, and dropping to his knees.
All that would come later. Now there was a possessive hand in his hair -- grip so tight his eyes watered -- and a mocking voice in his ear. ("Disgusting," and "pathetic," and "sisadzijo.") And he was, god, so hard, and he was agreeing. And he was pleading to be allowed a taste (just a taste).