brooklyn // six.
title: wooden ships
team: brooklyn
challenge: 03, smoke & ash
character/pairing: dan/nate
rating: pg13
warnings: n/a
The ashtray lying placidly on Nate’s bare stomach is almost full to the brim with cinders, the smell of cigarette smoke evident in each splice in the peeling wallpaper of Dan’s bedroom, in each curve of Nate’s immaculate body. Dan watches Nate’s lips close around the end of a cigarette, watches the inhalation and the release, and feels the fire burning in his stomach flare up again. He flicks off ash on the end of his own cigarette into the ashtray, lets his hand linger along the boy’s ribs. He can’t remember a time he’s seen someone so painfully perfect.
title: night reconnaissance
team: brooklyn
challenge: 03, smoke & ash
character/pairing: blair/chuck
rating: pg
warnings: n/a
The smoke curling from the end of Blair’s cigarette makes Chuck want to dig his nails into his skin, into her skin, in blazing agony. He’d always thought he was above the stereotypical oral fixation, but watching Blair’s rose red lips wrapped around the thin filter, her cheeks plunging in as she inhales, it only makes his knees cripple in definite lust. But as soon as the smoke clears, as soon as her deep, brown eyes find his, he sees the insolence. The hurt, and the searing pain. And he remembers why he has no place in her life anymore.
title: deliverance
team: brooklyn
challenge: 03, smoke & ash
character/pairing: rufus/nate
rating: pg13
warnings: n/a
Nate can see veins mapped out along Rufus’s hands when he smokes. They stand roped around his arms, sinewy and dark as shadows. He runs his fingertips along the veins one night, sweat still lingering along their skin, trembling cigarette sitting idly between Rufus’s fingers as a plume of smoke unfurls into the air. He pushes them, moves so his hand wraps around Rufus’s wrist. But he feels nothing. In place of a pulse he feels his own heartbeat, hammering in his throat. But where he knows Rufus sees only regret, Nate sees dead promises, lying broken along those veins.
title: no more kings
team: brooklyn
challenge: 03, smoke & ash
character/pairing: eric/chuck
rating: nc17
warnings: n/a
Eric’s hands and knees are buried into the carpet sprawled before the fireplace, a burn forming on each as Chuck thrusts him forward and back again. The rapturous pleasure creeping in his throat is unmistakable, but he knows to suppress the moans. He reaches a hand around to grasp behind Chuck, feeling him push inside, hand twisted in his hair, the slap of his cock hitting that spot inside of Eric serving as the only audible sound for the boy. His eyes droop closed as he smells the putrid smoke fuming from the crackling fireplace, shuddering into an incomparable orgasm.
title: heart and lungs
team: brooklyn
challenge: 03, smoke & ash
character/pairing: serena/georgina
rating: nc17
warnings: n/a
The heat welling along the nape of Serena’s neck is startling, hollow, passionate. Georgina’s breaths are white-hot in her ear, addled with the smell of cigarette smoke, Serena pressed against the wall, dress pulled high as Georgina’s hands press and feel. “Tell me,” she whispers breathily, fingertips sliding Serena’s underwear to her thighs. A hand glides up Serena’s ribcage, settling against a single breast and beginning to tease a nipple. Serena’s eyes snap closed as she keeps her hands bunched into fists, planted against the wallpaper, praying to God that she’ll forget the way Georgina’s kisses smell in the morning.
title: nice dreams
team: brooklyn
challenge: 03, smoke & ash
character/pairing: eric/chuck
rating: pg
warnings: n/a
Eric watches warily as Chuck puts the cigarette to his lips, taking a long, arduous drag from it before settling narrowed, serpentine eyes on Eric. The movement is fluid, as though each step is timed: hand moves to Eric’s neck, eyes fall closed, lips press against the boy’s, an exhalation of smoke fills his mouth. Eric coughs, pushes Chuck back, eyebrows knitted together, struggling to breathe. Chuck smiles, taking another drag from the cigarette before speaking, “C’mon, let’s get some drinks. On me.” Confusion blurs Eric’s vision as he glances up with watery eyes toward Chuck, head nodding slowly, consentingly.