Fic Post! "Tourism"
Title: Tourism
Author:
miri_away
Date: December 10, 07
Type: Fanfic (Holly Black: Tithe--Ironside)
Genre: Drama, Dark
Rating: R, for language; implied sexual situation.
Summary: like Jesus, only sexier and more masochistic. Corny gets some...well needed attention.
Warning: Mature content. Also, for those who like to be "warned" of such things, this is mainly Slash, or pertains to a homosexual relationship. BOisecks. Either way, not for kids.
AN: I was in a mood and actually started typing! This is the first thing I've written in a long time, so it's short and falls back into the groove of an older fandom that I've never explored. There are a lot of styles I've been noticing lately and I wanted to see if I could use them as guidelines. I doubt I followed said styles, but it was fun and ended up being deliciously dark.
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Tourism
miri_away
December 10, 07
“Cornelius.”
His name, moaned, grunted, (whispered) against his neck as a secret, and Corny is all the more glad knowing that the man doesn’t love him.
The executive producer, Mr. Just Passing Through Town, is the first man he's has been with since the…incident. Corny doesn’t ask his name, why they went to a Red Lobster for their “date”, why he picked up a skinny freak like himself, or when he’ll end up going to the airport; he does tell him a story about pixies and cruel, yet gorgeous, men who wear crowns of thorns-yes, like Jesus, only sexier and more masochistic. Sadistic. Cruuuueeel. Mr. Tourist Fuck takes the mumbled phrases as erotic foreplay and nods in the half-assed way that is so very much Man, before grinning at the faint, white and raised scars on Corny’s skin-what can I say: I like it rough.
The man doesn’t ask and Corny doesn’t tell. As he kisses each one, trailing saliva and chapstick from between sharp shoulder blades to the tender Betweens of his ribs, he probably holds the illusion this is being viewed as a sign of temporary reverence, even though they both know that the only good thing that can come out of this is a fly opening faster--which Corny planned on doing whether the man insisted on being romantic or not. All he can do is frown with an impatience Mr. One Night Stand should be able to taste.
There are no lies in human flesh that can hurt him now, except maybe the blaring flaws that make it beautiful while simultaneously not being enough. It's a good thing, knowing what to attribute that ache to. It is impatient, needy, threatening, all because he couldn't find that alien touch in humans, in himself even, and all because he loved being in this vigilant pain. It is impatient, it is--Feeling the want well up inside him, he growls and crushes his lips to his one-time lover in a gesture they both know to be everything but adoration.
Author:
miri_away
Date: December 10, 07
Type: Fanfic (Holly Black: Tithe--Ironside)
Genre: Drama, Dark
Rating: R, for language; implied sexual situation.
Summary: like Jesus, only sexier and more masochistic. Corny gets some...well needed attention.
Warning: Mature content. Also, for those who like to be "warned" of such things, this is mainly Slash, or pertains to a homosexual relationship. BOisecks. Either way, not for kids.
AN: I was in a mood and actually started typing! This is the first thing I've written in a long time, so it's short and falls back into the groove of an older fandom that I've never explored. There are a lot of styles I've been noticing lately and I wanted to see if I could use them as guidelines. I doubt I followed said styles, but it was fun and ended up being deliciously dark.
--
Tourism
miri_away
December 10, 07
“Cornelius.”
His name, moaned, grunted, (whispered) against his neck as a secret, and Corny is all the more glad knowing that the man doesn’t love him.
The executive producer, Mr. Just Passing Through Town, is the first man he's has been with since the…incident. Corny doesn’t ask his name, why they went to a Red Lobster for their “date”, why he picked up a skinny freak like himself, or when he’ll end up going to the airport; he does tell him a story about pixies and cruel, yet gorgeous, men who wear crowns of thorns-yes, like Jesus, only sexier and more masochistic. Sadistic. Cruuuueeel. Mr. Tourist Fuck takes the mumbled phrases as erotic foreplay and nods in the half-assed way that is so very much Man, before grinning at the faint, white and raised scars on Corny’s skin-what can I say: I like it rough.
The man doesn’t ask and Corny doesn’t tell. As he kisses each one, trailing saliva and chapstick from between sharp shoulder blades to the tender Betweens of his ribs, he probably holds the illusion this is being viewed as a sign of temporary reverence, even though they both know that the only good thing that can come out of this is a fly opening faster--which Corny planned on doing whether the man insisted on being romantic or not. All he can do is frown with an impatience Mr. One Night Stand should be able to taste.
There are no lies in human flesh that can hurt him now, except maybe the blaring flaws that make it beautiful while simultaneously not being enough. It's a good thing, knowing what to attribute that ache to. It is impatient, needy, threatening, all because he couldn't find that alien touch in humans, in himself even, and all because he loved being in this vigilant pain. It is impatient, it is--Feeling the want well up inside him, he growls and crushes his lips to his one-time lover in a gesture they both know to be everything but adoration.