Five F/L Drabbles: PG to NC17
These are a few more drabbles from a meme I posted recently. Thanks to everyone who played along! :D
Pairing: Tony Inchpractice/John
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 150
Summary: John guests on one of Tony's interview shows.
Requested Fandom & Prompts: Boffle: giant, bushel, what by zekkass
'Good evening and welcome to "Trying to Get a Snog From." I'm your host, Tony Inchpractice, and tonight I shall be "Trying to Get a Snog From" John, one of Uttoxeter’s young up-and-comers. Good evening, John.'
'Damn, double damn, and an extra giant damn to keep you warm on cold winter nights.'
'Hmmm, indeed, thank you. John, I’d like to know… may I get a snog from you?'
'What in arsing damnation are you talking about?'
'A snog, John… a nice, rousing, wet tongue kiss to get the blood moving. How about it, John?'
'Did that daughter of a hellhound Marjorie put you up to this?'
'Forgive me… Marjorie? Never heard of her. Now how about that snog?'
'Sorry, Inchpractice, I wouldn’t snog you for a bushel of Derwent Enterprises' prime stock. My, uh, business partner wouldn’t like it.'
'And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. Bye bye.'
'DAMN!'
Pairing: Tony/Control
Rating: PG
Word Count: 125
Summary: Valerie writes a note.
Requested Fandom & Prompts: Tony/Control: time, droll, not by zekkass
Dear Tony,
I just wanted to take some time to write and tell you how happy I am for you. I've seen how you've pined for your secret love over the years, and the fact that you're now together makes me very happy.
I used to hope that I could win your heart, but such was not to be.
Control is lucky to have you. You are the most handsome, caring, droll, polite, wonderful man I've ever met. I wish you all the best.
Yours,
V
Valerie wiped away the single tear that had fallen to the paper. She had never let on how she'd felt and, shredding the paper into tiny bits and tossing them into the waste bin, she knew she never would.
Pairing: John/Peter
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 165
Summary: John has an unexpected visitor.
Requested Fandom & Prompts: Boffle John and Peter: Majorie, damn, control by envisigon
Author's Note: Many thanks to my lovely kink-sistah skyblue_reverie for providing the direction this one should take. You are teh bestest! :D
John reveled in the sensations he was experiencing. Peter's mouth engulfed him completely, sliding up and down the hard length faster and faster; his hands cradled Peter's head, fully in control of the bobbing motions. John leaned back harder in his chair, bracing himself for the release he knew would not be far off.
He looked down at his partner. The sight of Peter on his knees under the desk, lips stretched and swollen, spurred John's passion. He teetered on the brink of orgasm, aching deliciously for the last sensation that would push him over the edge.
Suddenly, John became aware of his office door being pushed open.
"Marjorie!" John felt himself erupt hard and hot into Peter's mouth.
She stood in the doorway, smirking. She'd always known there was more between the two men than John admitted.
"Having fun, John? I was going to invite you to lunch, but I see you're already occupied. Another time, perhaps." She chuckled and left the room.
"DAMN!"
Pairing: Hugh/Stephen
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 175
Summary: Hugh muses.
Requested Fandom & Prompts: Hugh/Stephen: multiplicity, green, down by derien
The multiplicity of characters Stephen can inhabit delights me tremendously. There's Jeeves, so stalwart and sure; Oscar Wilde, heart wrenching and broken; Peter Morton, touching and sincere. Then there are all the wonderful, silly personas he portrayed for the various comedic sketches we wrote; Stephen has always been utterly courageous onstage no matter what we managed to think up for him.
There's the Stephen that the public think they know: actor, novelist, comedian, librettist, thinker, quizmaster extraordinaire. Certainly, he is all those things, not to mention excellent friend, incomparable godfather, first-rate dinner companion, indulgent uncle, caring brother, and loving son.
But only one person on Earth is privileged to know the true Stephen, to understand what he's like at the depth of his sorrow, the height of his ecstasy, the pinnacle of his joy. Lying beside him, I reach for him, content and secure in the familiarity that our long friendship and the affection that we have for each other will stand forever.
As we snuggle under our green down duvet, I know I'm home.
Character: Jack (Boffle)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 225
Summary: Jack starts taking back his life.
Requested Fandom & Prompts: Jack (Boffle): gun, scars, sheets by cosmicwaffles
The sheets of rain pounding against the windows created a steady rhythm that unnerved him. Of course, the gun pointed directly at his heart wasn't making him feel exactly safe, either.
"What do you want from me?" Jack asked, trying to sound nonchalant but inwardly trembling.
"You know what I want, Jack," his tormentor replied.
"No, I don't. Really, I don't!"
"You better figure it out, Jack. otherwise, I'm afraid I'll you'll be quite sorry before this is all over."
Just then, the door flew open. "Fred, what are you doing? Untie him this instant!"
Jack had never been so happy to see her in all his life.
"Yes, mother," sulked Fred. "I was only trying to..."
"I don't care what you think you were trying to do, you do not treat your little brother like that when I leave you in charge of watching him! And you can hand me that water pistol of yours. I don't care if it is your favorite toy; when you put red ink it and deliberately ruin perfectly good clothing, you shan't be allowed to have it!"
Ten-year-old Jack, now freed, ran to his mother's arms. She hugged him tightly and kissed the top of his head. At that moment, Jack decided he'd had enough. From now on, he'd be the one causing fear and leaving emotional scars.
Pairing: Tony Inchpractice/John
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 150
Summary: John guests on one of Tony's interview shows.
Requested Fandom & Prompts: Boffle: giant, bushel, what by zekkass
'Good evening and welcome to "Trying to Get a Snog From." I'm your host, Tony Inchpractice, and tonight I shall be "Trying to Get a Snog From" John, one of Uttoxeter’s young up-and-comers. Good evening, John.'
'Damn, double damn, and an extra giant damn to keep you warm on cold winter nights.'
'Hmmm, indeed, thank you. John, I’d like to know… may I get a snog from you?'
'What in arsing damnation are you talking about?'
'A snog, John… a nice, rousing, wet tongue kiss to get the blood moving. How about it, John?'
'Did that daughter of a hellhound Marjorie put you up to this?'
'Forgive me… Marjorie? Never heard of her. Now how about that snog?'
'Sorry, Inchpractice, I wouldn’t snog you for a bushel of Derwent Enterprises' prime stock. My, uh, business partner wouldn’t like it.'
'And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. Bye bye.'
'DAMN!'
Pairing: Tony/Control
Rating: PG
Word Count: 125
Summary: Valerie writes a note.
Requested Fandom & Prompts: Tony/Control: time, droll, not by zekkass
Dear Tony,
I just wanted to take some time to write and tell you how happy I am for you. I've seen how you've pined for your secret love over the years, and the fact that you're now together makes me very happy.
I used to hope that I could win your heart, but such was not to be.
Control is lucky to have you. You are the most handsome, caring, droll, polite, wonderful man I've ever met. I wish you all the best.
Yours,
V
Valerie wiped away the single tear that had fallen to the paper. She had never let on how she'd felt and, shredding the paper into tiny bits and tossing them into the waste bin, she knew she never would.
Pairing: John/Peter
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 165
Summary: John has an unexpected visitor.
Requested Fandom & Prompts: Boffle John and Peter: Majorie, damn, control by envisigon
Author's Note: Many thanks to my lovely kink-sistah skyblue_reverie for providing the direction this one should take. You are teh bestest! :D
John reveled in the sensations he was experiencing. Peter's mouth engulfed him completely, sliding up and down the hard length faster and faster; his hands cradled Peter's head, fully in control of the bobbing motions. John leaned back harder in his chair, bracing himself for the release he knew would not be far off.
He looked down at his partner. The sight of Peter on his knees under the desk, lips stretched and swollen, spurred John's passion. He teetered on the brink of orgasm, aching deliciously for the last sensation that would push him over the edge.
Suddenly, John became aware of his office door being pushed open.
"Marjorie!" John felt himself erupt hard and hot into Peter's mouth.
She stood in the doorway, smirking. She'd always known there was more between the two men than John admitted.
"Having fun, John? I was going to invite you to lunch, but I see you're already occupied. Another time, perhaps." She chuckled and left the room.
"DAMN!"
Pairing: Hugh/Stephen
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 175
Summary: Hugh muses.
Requested Fandom & Prompts: Hugh/Stephen: multiplicity, green, down by derien
The multiplicity of characters Stephen can inhabit delights me tremendously. There's Jeeves, so stalwart and sure; Oscar Wilde, heart wrenching and broken; Peter Morton, touching and sincere. Then there are all the wonderful, silly personas he portrayed for the various comedic sketches we wrote; Stephen has always been utterly courageous onstage no matter what we managed to think up for him.
There's the Stephen that the public think they know: actor, novelist, comedian, librettist, thinker, quizmaster extraordinaire. Certainly, he is all those things, not to mention excellent friend, incomparable godfather, first-rate dinner companion, indulgent uncle, caring brother, and loving son.
But only one person on Earth is privileged to know the true Stephen, to understand what he's like at the depth of his sorrow, the height of his ecstasy, the pinnacle of his joy. Lying beside him, I reach for him, content and secure in the familiarity that our long friendship and the affection that we have for each other will stand forever.
As we snuggle under our green down duvet, I know I'm home.
Character: Jack (Boffle)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 225
Summary: Jack starts taking back his life.
Requested Fandom & Prompts: Jack (Boffle): gun, scars, sheets by cosmicwaffles
The sheets of rain pounding against the windows created a steady rhythm that unnerved him. Of course, the gun pointed directly at his heart wasn't making him feel exactly safe, either.
"What do you want from me?" Jack asked, trying to sound nonchalant but inwardly trembling.
"You know what I want, Jack," his tormentor replied.
"No, I don't. Really, I don't!"
"You better figure it out, Jack. otherwise, I'm afraid I'll you'll be quite sorry before this is all over."
Just then, the door flew open. "Fred, what are you doing? Untie him this instant!"
Jack had never been so happy to see her in all his life.
"Yes, mother," sulked Fred. "I was only trying to..."
"I don't care what you think you were trying to do, you do not treat your little brother like that when I leave you in charge of watching him! And you can hand me that water pistol of yours. I don't care if it is your favorite toy; when you put red ink it and deliberately ruin perfectly good clothing, you shan't be allowed to have it!"
Ten-year-old Jack, now freed, ran to his mother's arms. She hugged him tightly and kissed the top of his head. At that moment, Jack decided he'd had enough. From now on, he'd be the one causing fear and leaving emotional scars.