Song prompts I
I'm not getting this done as quickly as I would have hoped, so instead of posting them in one go, I'll post them by and by.
Note, I am not sticking closely to the lyrics, merely interpret them.
Title: Nutshell
Rating: PG
Pairing: Dan/Kelly
For: aaahha
Song: Alice in Chains - Nutshell
A/N: In this case the lyrics are the background story, kinda.
It was fitting that Daniel would be the one catching him in front of the mirror, staring at his own reflection.
He came up to him, standing just behind his right shoulder. Didn't ask any questions, just looked and then caught Martin's eyes and didn't look away again.
“Sometimes I wish I was beautiful.” He sighed, steeling himself for the admission he could already feel on his tongue. “And then I try to find something, anything, that would at least come marginally close to that description.”
Martin brushed his fingers over his arm in a nervous gesture. Daniel still hadn't said anything, just stood there.
“And I wonder... What do people see in me? Do they even see the real me or just some image they've built for themselves? Would they notice me if I wasn't a footballer in the spotlight sometimes?”
That was when Daniel reached out a hand, tracing the path his own hand had just taken, before grabbing onto it and turning Martin around.
He let the tips of his fingers ghost over Martin's face gently, before touching his mouth to where his thumb had been rubbing lightly over Martin's lower lip.
They shared a soft kiss before Daniel moved his mouth, to where neck met shoulder, to his collar bone.
His hands all the while moved to the hem of Martin's shirt, pushing it up a bit, but making no movement to pull it off completely just yet.
And then he stared into Martin's eyes again, face to face, and there was something in them that Martin had never seen before, that made him think that he was noticed for himself.
And later, when they lay naked, breathing deeply and almost asleep, not a single patch of skin on his body untouched by Daniel's mouth or hands, Martin realised that the other had quietly shown him that he didn't need to find beauty on himself any more. That he already had it.
Title: Private Dancer
Rating: PG
Pairing: Nando, Dan
Song: Tina Turner - Private Dancer
He doesn't like the pole, but it's what he does best. At least valued by the amount of money he generates by making men want a private show from him, paying a hefty extra sum.
He isn't a prostitute, but sometimes he sleeps with one of them. The filthy rich ones, willing to spend a ridiculous amount of money on him. The poor ones, who have nothing in life but one night with a beautiful face. When he takes a liking to them, he does those for free, because everyone has dreams.
When he closes his eyes and dreams at night, he sees forest green eyes, freckles over the bridge of a nose, softly curved lips, gentle hands.
And the next day he wakes up and goes back to dancing for money, being someone else's dream for a night.
Note, I am not sticking closely to the lyrics, merely interpret them.
Title: Nutshell
Rating: PG
Pairing: Dan/Kelly
For: aaahha
Song: Alice in Chains - Nutshell
A/N: In this case the lyrics are the background story, kinda.
It was fitting that Daniel would be the one catching him in front of the mirror, staring at his own reflection.
He came up to him, standing just behind his right shoulder. Didn't ask any questions, just looked and then caught Martin's eyes and didn't look away again.
“Sometimes I wish I was beautiful.” He sighed, steeling himself for the admission he could already feel on his tongue. “And then I try to find something, anything, that would at least come marginally close to that description.”
Martin brushed his fingers over his arm in a nervous gesture. Daniel still hadn't said anything, just stood there.
“And I wonder... What do people see in me? Do they even see the real me or just some image they've built for themselves? Would they notice me if I wasn't a footballer in the spotlight sometimes?”
That was when Daniel reached out a hand, tracing the path his own hand had just taken, before grabbing onto it and turning Martin around.
He let the tips of his fingers ghost over Martin's face gently, before touching his mouth to where his thumb had been rubbing lightly over Martin's lower lip.
They shared a soft kiss before Daniel moved his mouth, to where neck met shoulder, to his collar bone.
His hands all the while moved to the hem of Martin's shirt, pushing it up a bit, but making no movement to pull it off completely just yet.
And then he stared into Martin's eyes again, face to face, and there was something in them that Martin had never seen before, that made him think that he was noticed for himself.
And later, when they lay naked, breathing deeply and almost asleep, not a single patch of skin on his body untouched by Daniel's mouth or hands, Martin realised that the other had quietly shown him that he didn't need to find beauty on himself any more. That he already had it.
Title: Private Dancer
Rating: PG
Pairing: Nando, Dan
Song: Tina Turner - Private Dancer
He doesn't like the pole, but it's what he does best. At least valued by the amount of money he generates by making men want a private show from him, paying a hefty extra sum.
He isn't a prostitute, but sometimes he sleeps with one of them. The filthy rich ones, willing to spend a ridiculous amount of money on him. The poor ones, who have nothing in life but one night with a beautiful face. When he takes a liking to them, he does those for free, because everyone has dreams.
When he closes his eyes and dreams at night, he sees forest green eyes, freckles over the bridge of a nose, softly curved lips, gentle hands.
And the next day he wakes up and goes back to dancing for money, being someone else's dream for a night.