Apparently your wish is my command (sort of)sororculaJuly 21 2008, 06:39:36 UTC
His fist hits the bag and the shock of the impact runs tingling up his arm, settling across his chest. Right, pound, left, pound, right. He moves with it, loosening up, relaxing into a rhythm, violent dance with a silent partner, till his shoulders burn and sweat drips down his neck. Final punch and he makes himself step back, stripping off his shirt as he sinks to his knees. He runs it over his face, catching the sweat there, and tosses it aside, bowing his head while he sits and breathes.
He watches his stomach rise and fall and he counts silently, slowing his breath and feeling his heart slow with it. It's quiet.
There's someone breathing with him.
He looks up and catches the kid staring from the doorway, wide eyes fixed on his chest for a moment before he catches on and looks up. He coughs, straightens, closes his face into a serious expression. It makes him older.
"I'm--I'm Don Eppes. I'm, uh, I'm your new partner?" He ends it like a question.
"Billy Cooper," Coop offers. His breath is still coming a little fast. They stare at each other another minute.
Re: Apparently your wish is my command (sort of)melissimaJuly 21 2008, 07:16:02 UTC
Yes well, that's because they are infected with silly American Macho, and must be reduced to messes of angst or fear or extreme sexual deprivation before they *wake up and smell the damn sweat coffee.*
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You could always pretend to have written all the pining, and put it in a different file, and then just write the porn. By the time Don and Billy figure out your trick they'll be too boneless and sated to care.
He watches his stomach rise and fall and he counts silently, slowing his breath and feeling his heart slow with it. It's quiet.
There's someone breathing with him.
He looks up and catches the kid staring from the doorway, wide eyes fixed on his chest for a moment before he catches on and looks up. He coughs, straightens, closes his face into a serious expression. It makes him older.
"I'm--I'm Don Eppes. I'm, uh, I'm your new partner?" He ends it like a question.
"Billy Cooper," Coop offers. His breath is still coming a little fast. They stare at each other another minute.
"Uh. Nice tats," Don says.
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and the part where Don licks him comes next, right? ;)
Also, "Uh, Nice tats," is my new favorite blushy awkward line of dialogue :D.
*loffs*
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:eyerolls:
You could always pretend to have written all the pining, and put it in a different file, and then just write the porn. By the time Don and Billy figure out your trick they'll be too boneless and sated to care.
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I almost want to comment porn this, but I'm too busy fangirling you.
/fangirls/
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