drabbles
I've been in a weird mood the last couple of days, I think it's the box packing that's starting to get to me. (I'll be moving on Saturday)
No idea where it came from but I felt the urge to write, even if I didn't know what to write about.
I write for my creative writing workshop at uni, but somehow Ihaven't started to feel the buzz yet, this semester. Plus, they're mostly general pieces and I wanted to write something more shippy/sensual (read:smutty) that would proably take too much explaining anywhere outside lj.
Yeah, kind of failed at that, too. Got too caught up in the aesthetics for the drabble to really go anywhere ... I dunno.
Title: Old Roads
Fandom: Future!Cross University 'verse
Warnings: malexmale, OCs
Characters/couples: Ryan/Nat
Rating: PG?
Word Count: 100
Old Roads
Ryan's well familiar with the concept of muscle memory, but this is so much more, like a path they've trodden so many times he could walk it in his sleep.
Except walking isn't enough to still this sense of not only knowing, but wanting. Needing.
He presses forward, down that path, down that chest, over bumps and skin and old promises.
Like the patter of footsteps on the pavement, their breaths fill his ears: left, then right, then left then right. A gasp, a moan, a mutter, a groan. It's a path that demands to be travelled: not alone, together.
~o~O~o~
I stumbled across Undercover Martyn by Two Doors Cinema Club this morning and really liked the line "she spoke words that would melt in your hands". I just found the concept of words as something tangible really interesting and tried toying with different interpretations.
Title: Tangible
Fandom: Future!Cross University 'verse
Warnings: malexmale, OCs, strong language
Characters/couples: Ryan/Nat
Rating: PG?
Word Count: 100
Tangible
Ryan's words crumble and melt when Nat tries to grasp them. He just can't seem to hold on to the content of what he's trying to say. For moments, chunks of meaning linger, but only those that have not yet run through his fingers in rivulets of dust and sand.
"Yes" and "no" aren't solid concepts; what he wants isn't neccessarily reality. What he wishes for doesn't add up to what he thinks.
"not working" "be honest" "both know it" "move on"
Even though he agrees, he can only watch the words drain away.
"Fuck you!" is all he says.
~o~O~o~
Title: Words that melt in your hands
Fandom: Future!Cross University 'verse
Warnings: malexmale, OCs, the F-word again?
Characters/couples: Ryan/Nat
Rating: PG?
Word Count: 100
Words that melt in your hands
Ryan speaks words that melt in Nat's hands, that run over his skin like honey, warm showers and shallow breaths. Warm and sensual and oh-so-familiar. He just wants to reach out and stare in awe and feel and admire.
"Oy, you still with me?"
The nudge to his knee jarrs him, but he doesn't show it. Instead, he just quirks an eyebrow and faces the half-irritated, half-concerned Ryan with an absent-minded grin.
"Hey..." This earns him an irritated did-you-take-a-blow-to-the-head-look that makes his inner imp smirk. "...wanna fuck?"
No idea where it came from but I felt the urge to write, even if I didn't know what to write about.
I write for my creative writing workshop at uni, but somehow Ihaven't started to feel the buzz yet, this semester. Plus, they're mostly general pieces and I wanted to write something more shippy/sensual (read:smutty) that would proably take too much explaining anywhere outside lj.
Yeah, kind of failed at that, too. Got too caught up in the aesthetics for the drabble to really go anywhere ... I dunno.
Title: Old Roads
Fandom: Future!Cross University 'verse
Warnings: malexmale, OCs
Characters/couples: Ryan/Nat
Rating: PG?
Word Count: 100
Old Roads
Ryan's well familiar with the concept of muscle memory, but this is so much more, like a path they've trodden so many times he could walk it in his sleep.
Except walking isn't enough to still this sense of not only knowing, but wanting. Needing.
He presses forward, down that path, down that chest, over bumps and skin and old promises.
Like the patter of footsteps on the pavement, their breaths fill his ears: left, then right, then left then right. A gasp, a moan, a mutter, a groan. It's a path that demands to be travelled: not alone, together.
~o~O~o~
I stumbled across Undercover Martyn by Two Doors Cinema Club this morning and really liked the line "she spoke words that would melt in your hands". I just found the concept of words as something tangible really interesting and tried toying with different interpretations.
Title: Tangible
Fandom: Future!Cross University 'verse
Warnings: malexmale, OCs, strong language
Characters/couples: Ryan/Nat
Rating: PG?
Word Count: 100
Tangible
Ryan's words crumble and melt when Nat tries to grasp them. He just can't seem to hold on to the content of what he's trying to say. For moments, chunks of meaning linger, but only those that have not yet run through his fingers in rivulets of dust and sand.
"Yes" and "no" aren't solid concepts; what he wants isn't neccessarily reality. What he wishes for doesn't add up to what he thinks.
"not working" "be honest" "both know it" "move on"
Even though he agrees, he can only watch the words drain away.
"Fuck you!" is all he says.
~o~O~o~
Title: Words that melt in your hands
Fandom: Future!Cross University 'verse
Warnings: malexmale, OCs, the F-word again?
Characters/couples: Ryan/Nat
Rating: PG?
Word Count: 100
Words that melt in your hands
Ryan speaks words that melt in Nat's hands, that run over his skin like honey, warm showers and shallow breaths. Warm and sensual and oh-so-familiar. He just wants to reach out and stare in awe and feel and admire.
"Oy, you still with me?"
The nudge to his knee jarrs him, but he doesn't show it. Instead, he just quirks an eyebrow and faces the half-irritated, half-concerned Ryan with an absent-minded grin.
"Hey..." This earns him an irritated did-you-take-a-blow-to-the-head-look that makes his inner imp smirk. "...wanna fuck?"