Prompt Responses for aesc, uberaeryn, and tardis 80
here are the first few responses:
aesc who wanted D/M from WaT - sandwich but with angst, Set post- The Little Things
WaT
It was the end of another long day, the office empty except for a few stragglers. Danny was hunched over the conference room table, the remnants of a file spread out in front of him. Martin paused in the doorway and then took a step inside.
“Hey,” Martin’s heart was pounding in his chest. “Hey, look, I’m sorry about what happened with the take down on the Heller case.” He couldn’t quite meet Danny’s eyes. “And, what happened here, last week. I just haven’t been myself lately. Not sleeping well, you know?” He could feel Danny’s eyes on him now, the heavy weight of that all too knowing gaze.
“Don’t worry about it Martin, we all have our way of dealing with stress.” Danny’s voice sounded strained, and Martin looked at him, really looked at him for the first time in nearly a week. He had slouched back in his chair and Martin could see a stain on his shirt, the hint of stubble that was more than just five o’clock shadow. Danny’s dark eyes looked nearly black, accentuated by the dark half-circles that stood out like bruises underneath. His face looked drawn, almost gaunt. It struck him as odd, Danny was usually so meticulous with his appearance.
“Did you need something else?” This time it was Danny that looked away, and Martin realized with a start that he’d been staring and he felt his face go red.
“Oh, no, I guess not. I just wanted to clear the air.” Martin tried for a smile, but the best he could manage was something less. He turned to go and found himself hesitating in the doorway again. “Unless,” he looked over his shoulder at Danny, “You wanna maybe grab a sandwich or something? Call it a day?”
Danny ran a hand through his hair and gave Martin an appraising look. For a minute Martin was sure that he was going to say yes, but instead Danny shook his head. “I’m gonna take a pass on that.”
Martin nodded, his eyes straying back to the amber colored stain on the front of Danny’s shirt. “Sure. See you tomorrow then.” He headed straight for the elevator, heart still beating too fast. He deliberately ignored the way his hand shook when he pressed the down button.
and now for tardis80 who wanted John/Rodney from SGA and some belly!fic based on the icon under the cut
Rodney was splayed out on his back, chest rising and falling evenly as he slept. John took care not to wake him, stripping out of his clothes and sliding into the bed beside him, smiling when Rodney made a muttered sound of protest.
He lay on his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he drew the sheet back and down. Illuminated only by the pale light that drifted through the windows, Rodney’s pale skin seemed almost luminous. His body was a study of line and curve: the almost geometric angles of his shoulders, the jut of his chin, the broad expanse of his chest, the inverted arch where his shoulder met neck, the curve of biceps. John could spend a lifetime learning Rodney’s body, tracing it with hands and mouth and eyes until he could recreate it perfectly in his mind.
John reached out and let his hand slide along the slight swell of Rodney’s stomach. There was less of it than there used to be, just a hint of roundness against his palm. He loved to touch Rodney there, to feel the soft skin and the way it warmed under his fingers. Rodney had been surprisingly self-conscious about it, eyes suspicious the first time John touched him there. Rodney had started to make a comment, something about too many Cheetos, and John had finally silenced him with a kiss, a long slow exploration of mouths and tongues that left them both gasping. He let his hand make one more pass over the warm skin and then he leaned over and pressed his lips against Rodney’s belly.
“I’m starting to think you have an unhealthy obsession.” Rodney’s voice was husky with sleep, but his hands were just as quick as always, hauling John back up the bed. “Sleep now, play later.” Rodney pushed John onto his back and rolled over to face him.
John thought about arguing, but then Rodney threw a leg over his thigh and buried his face in John’s neck. He was murmuring something about idiots and weird fetishes, crooked mouth moving against John’s throat. John reached for Rodney’s arm and draped it over his chest, holding onto it with both hands. He could feel the slight curve of Rodney’s belly against his hip as he fell asleep.
and now for uberaeryn some Lost RPS - Foxy and Josh, and OMG PARTY, SKINNY DIPPING, JOSH NEKKID AND MATT DOING BODY SHOTS OFF HIM! (also, proof that I am incapable of writing a pornish drabble - this is about 1200 words
Lost RPS *run away if RPS squicks you*
Josh looked at himself in the mirror, hand going up to trace the livid bite mark where his neck met the curve of his shoulder. Evidence. He shuddered at the feel of his own fingertips against the sensitive skin, his cock giving a little twitch.
He blamed it on the tequila. And Dom, Dom and his snide little remarks and his double dares and his preoccupation with kissing everybody and making sure that everybody else kissed each other. Dom’s fault. And Maggie, goddamn Maggie, hitting it big with a twenty million dollar paycheck and giving the Season One regulars a reason to throw an impromptu party. Didn’t matter that Maggie was in L.A. and they were in Hawaii, they’d felt obligated to celebrate.
Naveen’s fault too, for having a house with its own stretch of secluded beach. And for keeping a houseful of liquor and no food. Although, Josh made a face at himself in the mirror, he sort of remembered answering the door to the pizza boy with nothing but a throw pillow held over his crotch and a hundred dollar bill in his other hand. Well, that was probably in all the tabloids today. Smooth move, Holloway.
And really, Evie was to blame too. She’d been the one to get things all hot and bothered to begin with. Woman didn’t have any sense of propriety at all. She’d been fighting with Dom -- but not really -- an even exchange of insults and open-mouthed kisses that was hotter than any of the porn Josh had been making do with lately. They’d damn near put on a show while the rest of them watched. Dom kissing his way over a whole lot of freckled skin while she rubbed a pattern of little circles over Dom’s thigh, the tips of her fingers brushing against the bulge in his shorts.
There’d been the skinny-dipping of course. Hell, Matt couldn’t keep his clothes on for more than an hour or two sober, he’d stripped down and jumped in the ocean as soon as the party moved from the house to the beach. Josh hadn’t let his eyes linger on Matt’s body. Much. They’d all been naked together at some point, so it had seemed natural for Josh to shed his clothes and follow.
But it was under control until Naveen brought the tequila out. By that time Dom had torn himself away from Evie and joined in the fun. There had been some whispering between Naveen and Dom, speculative looks, and a shared cigarette. Scheming.
They were both still wet from the ocean. Matt had snickered at him when he put his boxers back on, so he’d left his shirt off. Matt had a towel wrapped around his hips. They’d been passing the bottle of tequila back and forth between them when the dares started. Goddamnit - Josh never was good at resisting a dare. He’d been surprised when Matt agreed though.
Next thing he knew they were standing in Naveen’s kitchen while Naveen sliced limes and Dom’s fingers rubbed across his neck, leaving a smear of salt on his skin. Matt was giggling as he pressed his mouth against Josh’s neck, Josh could feel the little puff of air against his skin before lips brushed hesitantly against him and pulled away. A man giggle shouldn’t be sexy.
“Hey now, that doesn’t count. You’ve gotta give him a proper lick.” Dom’s hand had curled in his hair, and Josh obligingly closed his eyes and bent his head back to give Matt better access.
This time it was more than a hint of a kiss. This time Matt’s mouth settled over his skin with a sigh and then it was nothing but the sizzle-spark along Josh’s neck where Matt’s mouth and tongue moved in deliberate slow-motion, flicking away each grain of salt. Josh shuddered from the sensation and Matt pressed closer, the edge of his teeth working at the skin, large hands sliding over Josh’s hips.
Dom’s hand fell away from his hair and Matt was walking him backwards until the edge of the counter was pressed into his back. Josh’s hands settled over Matt’s shoulders and motherfuck Matt’s skin shouldn’t feel so good underneath his palms. Matt was pressing against him, and the towel was just a memory so that the only thing between them was a thin layer of damp cotton, and hell, that wasn’t a barrier at all because Josh could feel every damn inch of Matt’s cock sliding along his own.
His hands slid down over Matt’s arms, along biceps and forearms and then why not slid around his waist and settled on the curve of his ass. They were grinding against each other then, Matt kissing and biting at that same spot on Josh’s neck, Josh’s hands sliding along Matt’s ass and hauling him closer. Fucking friction, best thing ever. Josh had forgotten where he was and hell, who he was, and nothing had mattered except the hot cock sliding against his own and the firm ass under his hands and the wet heat of a mouth working at his neck.
He’d gasped out, “Fuck, fuck yeah,” and then Matt had bitten down on his neck, hard. There was a rush of heat between them, and Josh had felt like his goddamn life was spurting out of the end of his dick when he came. He was shuddering, heart pounding out of his chest. Matt’s face was still pressed to his neck, and that made Josh shudder again, sting scrape of beard stubble against sensitive skin.
Josh hadn’t open his eyes until Matt pulled away, and Matt had looked as dazed as he felt. Two spots of color high up on his cheeks, and eyes hazy, Matt’s mouth was swollen and red and wet and Josh had wanted nothing more than to lean forward and kiss them. Wanted to let his lips and tongue lick along the curve of bottom lip and slide inside. He’d already been leaning forward to do just that when he remembered where he was.
A glance around showed that Naveen was watching them with dark eyes, knife in his hand still halfway through a slice of lime. Dom had been quiet for once, one hand clutching his t-shirt in a move that reminded Josh of the way his Aunt used to worry at her pearls when she was nervous.
Matt had stumbled back a few steps, dropping down to snag his discarded towel. “I’m…” he’d started to say something, but then they’d heard Evie yelling out for Dom, and Matt just turned and bolted instead.
The rest of them had been standing there, like some rejects from a wax museum, when Evie peeked around the doorway. “Hey, what’re you guys doing in here?” She cocked her head to one side. “And who the hell did that to your neck.” Fucked.
aesc who wanted D/M from WaT - sandwich but with angst, Set post- The Little Things
WaT
It was the end of another long day, the office empty except for a few stragglers. Danny was hunched over the conference room table, the remnants of a file spread out in front of him. Martin paused in the doorway and then took a step inside.
“Hey,” Martin’s heart was pounding in his chest. “Hey, look, I’m sorry about what happened with the take down on the Heller case.” He couldn’t quite meet Danny’s eyes. “And, what happened here, last week. I just haven’t been myself lately. Not sleeping well, you know?” He could feel Danny’s eyes on him now, the heavy weight of that all too knowing gaze.
“Don’t worry about it Martin, we all have our way of dealing with stress.” Danny’s voice sounded strained, and Martin looked at him, really looked at him for the first time in nearly a week. He had slouched back in his chair and Martin could see a stain on his shirt, the hint of stubble that was more than just five o’clock shadow. Danny’s dark eyes looked nearly black, accentuated by the dark half-circles that stood out like bruises underneath. His face looked drawn, almost gaunt. It struck him as odd, Danny was usually so meticulous with his appearance.
“Did you need something else?” This time it was Danny that looked away, and Martin realized with a start that he’d been staring and he felt his face go red.
“Oh, no, I guess not. I just wanted to clear the air.” Martin tried for a smile, but the best he could manage was something less. He turned to go and found himself hesitating in the doorway again. “Unless,” he looked over his shoulder at Danny, “You wanna maybe grab a sandwich or something? Call it a day?”
Danny ran a hand through his hair and gave Martin an appraising look. For a minute Martin was sure that he was going to say yes, but instead Danny shook his head. “I’m gonna take a pass on that.”
Martin nodded, his eyes straying back to the amber colored stain on the front of Danny’s shirt. “Sure. See you tomorrow then.” He headed straight for the elevator, heart still beating too fast. He deliberately ignored the way his hand shook when he pressed the down button.
and now for tardis80 who wanted John/Rodney from SGA and some belly!fic based on the icon under the cut
Rodney was splayed out on his back, chest rising and falling evenly as he slept. John took care not to wake him, stripping out of his clothes and sliding into the bed beside him, smiling when Rodney made a muttered sound of protest.
He lay on his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he drew the sheet back and down. Illuminated only by the pale light that drifted through the windows, Rodney’s pale skin seemed almost luminous. His body was a study of line and curve: the almost geometric angles of his shoulders, the jut of his chin, the broad expanse of his chest, the inverted arch where his shoulder met neck, the curve of biceps. John could spend a lifetime learning Rodney’s body, tracing it with hands and mouth and eyes until he could recreate it perfectly in his mind.
John reached out and let his hand slide along the slight swell of Rodney’s stomach. There was less of it than there used to be, just a hint of roundness against his palm. He loved to touch Rodney there, to feel the soft skin and the way it warmed under his fingers. Rodney had been surprisingly self-conscious about it, eyes suspicious the first time John touched him there. Rodney had started to make a comment, something about too many Cheetos, and John had finally silenced him with a kiss, a long slow exploration of mouths and tongues that left them both gasping. He let his hand make one more pass over the warm skin and then he leaned over and pressed his lips against Rodney’s belly.
“I’m starting to think you have an unhealthy obsession.” Rodney’s voice was husky with sleep, but his hands were just as quick as always, hauling John back up the bed. “Sleep now, play later.” Rodney pushed John onto his back and rolled over to face him.
John thought about arguing, but then Rodney threw a leg over his thigh and buried his face in John’s neck. He was murmuring something about idiots and weird fetishes, crooked mouth moving against John’s throat. John reached for Rodney’s arm and draped it over his chest, holding onto it with both hands. He could feel the slight curve of Rodney’s belly against his hip as he fell asleep.
and now for uberaeryn some Lost RPS - Foxy and Josh, and OMG PARTY, SKINNY DIPPING, JOSH NEKKID AND MATT DOING BODY SHOTS OFF HIM! (also, proof that I am incapable of writing a pornish drabble - this is about 1200 words
Lost RPS *run away if RPS squicks you*
Josh looked at himself in the mirror, hand going up to trace the livid bite mark where his neck met the curve of his shoulder. Evidence. He shuddered at the feel of his own fingertips against the sensitive skin, his cock giving a little twitch.
He blamed it on the tequila. And Dom, Dom and his snide little remarks and his double dares and his preoccupation with kissing everybody and making sure that everybody else kissed each other. Dom’s fault. And Maggie, goddamn Maggie, hitting it big with a twenty million dollar paycheck and giving the Season One regulars a reason to throw an impromptu party. Didn’t matter that Maggie was in L.A. and they were in Hawaii, they’d felt obligated to celebrate.
Naveen’s fault too, for having a house with its own stretch of secluded beach. And for keeping a houseful of liquor and no food. Although, Josh made a face at himself in the mirror, he sort of remembered answering the door to the pizza boy with nothing but a throw pillow held over his crotch and a hundred dollar bill in his other hand. Well, that was probably in all the tabloids today. Smooth move, Holloway.
And really, Evie was to blame too. She’d been the one to get things all hot and bothered to begin with. Woman didn’t have any sense of propriety at all. She’d been fighting with Dom -- but not really -- an even exchange of insults and open-mouthed kisses that was hotter than any of the porn Josh had been making do with lately. They’d damn near put on a show while the rest of them watched. Dom kissing his way over a whole lot of freckled skin while she rubbed a pattern of little circles over Dom’s thigh, the tips of her fingers brushing against the bulge in his shorts.
There’d been the skinny-dipping of course. Hell, Matt couldn’t keep his clothes on for more than an hour or two sober, he’d stripped down and jumped in the ocean as soon as the party moved from the house to the beach. Josh hadn’t let his eyes linger on Matt’s body. Much. They’d all been naked together at some point, so it had seemed natural for Josh to shed his clothes and follow.
But it was under control until Naveen brought the tequila out. By that time Dom had torn himself away from Evie and joined in the fun. There had been some whispering between Naveen and Dom, speculative looks, and a shared cigarette. Scheming.
They were both still wet from the ocean. Matt had snickered at him when he put his boxers back on, so he’d left his shirt off. Matt had a towel wrapped around his hips. They’d been passing the bottle of tequila back and forth between them when the dares started. Goddamnit - Josh never was good at resisting a dare. He’d been surprised when Matt agreed though.
Next thing he knew they were standing in Naveen’s kitchen while Naveen sliced limes and Dom’s fingers rubbed across his neck, leaving a smear of salt on his skin. Matt was giggling as he pressed his mouth against Josh’s neck, Josh could feel the little puff of air against his skin before lips brushed hesitantly against him and pulled away. A man giggle shouldn’t be sexy.
“Hey now, that doesn’t count. You’ve gotta give him a proper lick.” Dom’s hand had curled in his hair, and Josh obligingly closed his eyes and bent his head back to give Matt better access.
This time it was more than a hint of a kiss. This time Matt’s mouth settled over his skin with a sigh and then it was nothing but the sizzle-spark along Josh’s neck where Matt’s mouth and tongue moved in deliberate slow-motion, flicking away each grain of salt. Josh shuddered from the sensation and Matt pressed closer, the edge of his teeth working at the skin, large hands sliding over Josh’s hips.
Dom’s hand fell away from his hair and Matt was walking him backwards until the edge of the counter was pressed into his back. Josh’s hands settled over Matt’s shoulders and motherfuck Matt’s skin shouldn’t feel so good underneath his palms. Matt was pressing against him, and the towel was just a memory so that the only thing between them was a thin layer of damp cotton, and hell, that wasn’t a barrier at all because Josh could feel every damn inch of Matt’s cock sliding along his own.
His hands slid down over Matt’s arms, along biceps and forearms and then why not slid around his waist and settled on the curve of his ass. They were grinding against each other then, Matt kissing and biting at that same spot on Josh’s neck, Josh’s hands sliding along Matt’s ass and hauling him closer. Fucking friction, best thing ever. Josh had forgotten where he was and hell, who he was, and nothing had mattered except the hot cock sliding against his own and the firm ass under his hands and the wet heat of a mouth working at his neck.
He’d gasped out, “Fuck, fuck yeah,” and then Matt had bitten down on his neck, hard. There was a rush of heat between them, and Josh had felt like his goddamn life was spurting out of the end of his dick when he came. He was shuddering, heart pounding out of his chest. Matt’s face was still pressed to his neck, and that made Josh shudder again, sting scrape of beard stubble against sensitive skin.
Josh hadn’t open his eyes until Matt pulled away, and Matt had looked as dazed as he felt. Two spots of color high up on his cheeks, and eyes hazy, Matt’s mouth was swollen and red and wet and Josh had wanted nothing more than to lean forward and kiss them. Wanted to let his lips and tongue lick along the curve of bottom lip and slide inside. He’d already been leaning forward to do just that when he remembered where he was.
A glance around showed that Naveen was watching them with dark eyes, knife in his hand still halfway through a slice of lime. Dom had been quiet for once, one hand clutching his t-shirt in a move that reminded Josh of the way his Aunt used to worry at her pearls when she was nervous.
Matt had stumbled back a few steps, dropping down to snag his discarded towel. “I’m…” he’d started to say something, but then they’d heard Evie yelling out for Dom, and Matt just turned and bolted instead.
The rest of them had been standing there, like some rejects from a wax museum, when Evie peeked around the doorway. “Hey, what’re you guys doing in here?” She cocked her head to one side. “And who the hell did that to your neck.” Fucked.