A Southland Rec
Son is on a Midnight Run Like DeNiro
or We're All Just Train Wrecks Waiting for the Crash by hackthis. NC-17. Ben/Cooper. Southland.
I bypassed all the bigbang stories that was posted today to read this first and it was totally worth it. Amazing characterization of both Ben and Cooper. I love, love how persistent Ben is while Cooper tries to fuck up a really amazing thing.
"I was good once," John says, turning around and looking down at Sherman. "And then my wife left me, I injured my back and found out I was gay." He hands the whiskey to Sherman. "Have a drink."
Sherman's lips part just that little bit; he takes Johnnie Walker and sets it on the table anyway. John grabs a few glasses and slides them onto the table next to the bottle.
"You okay, Boo?" John asks, grabbing some Doritos from the cabinet and tossing them on the table. "You look a little constipated."
Sherman licks his lips. "You're not going to make me talk about my feelings, are you?"
John doesn't have to pretend to be offended. "The finals are on, numb nuts, you want somebody to talk to? Go see the department shrink."
Sherman's smile is so brilliant, John has to turn away in annoyance. He is not going to be charmed by some fucking jailbait, heterosexual poster boy rookie.
Not even a little bit.
or We're All Just Train Wrecks Waiting for the Crash by hackthis. NC-17. Ben/Cooper. Southland.
I bypassed all the bigbang stories that was posted today to read this first and it was totally worth it. Amazing characterization of both Ben and Cooper. I love, love how persistent Ben is while Cooper tries to fuck up a really amazing thing.
"I was good once," John says, turning around and looking down at Sherman. "And then my wife left me, I injured my back and found out I was gay." He hands the whiskey to Sherman. "Have a drink."
Sherman's lips part just that little bit; he takes Johnnie Walker and sets it on the table anyway. John grabs a few glasses and slides them onto the table next to the bottle.
"You okay, Boo?" John asks, grabbing some Doritos from the cabinet and tossing them on the table. "You look a little constipated."
Sherman licks his lips. "You're not going to make me talk about my feelings, are you?"
John doesn't have to pretend to be offended. "The finals are on, numb nuts, you want somebody to talk to? Go see the department shrink."
Sherman's smile is so brilliant, John has to turn away in annoyance. He is not going to be charmed by some fucking jailbait, heterosexual poster boy rookie.
Not even a little bit.