Porn. Porn and my abusive realtionship with the comma.
Does anyone remember Stereo Field? I sort of need to get the second part done now, because this clearly needs to happen:
[20:29] sixthletter: they are in love
[20:30] sixthletter: patrick likes it
[20:30] sixthletter: because it's hard to be paranoid when you're in love
[20:31] sixthletter: like, you don't have a hideous secret you have to hide from all others at all costs, you have a secret that you're sharing with this guy, and you can practically taste it on him when you lick up the curve of his sternum
[20:31] sixthletter: it's like something you nurture together
[20:31] A: and that belongs to only you.
[20:32] sixthletter: and you keep it at the back of your mind, because it's a good thing to have, a switch that suddenly makes everything dangerous and every moment the last
[20:33] sixthletter: pete's nails digging into his skin as he bucks up, heels digging into the mattress, sweating and swearing and babbling about escape
[20:34] sixthletter: words that are only words when his lips spell them out against patrick's neck, like some strange kind of braille
[20:35] sixthletter: and you can never get bored of someone, you can never really hate them, if you think they could be taken from you at any moment
[20:36] sixthletter: so yes. pete and patrick are in love and jeopardy
[20:37] sixthletter: pete would play it like that, absolutely ignore their situation all the time, get completely into the kerouac-esque drifter character he's made for himself, talk about the hotel like he chose to work there.
[20:42] sixthletter: and patrick would worry he'd forgotten, but then he'd bring it up once in a while when they're together, mention that patrick's *his* and they have this secret that's giving off tangible heat and pete would use it like a threat almost, like he wasn't involved, like he could sell patrick down the river and not get in trouble, which would be worrying if he didn't do it when he was breathy and intense, exhausted but wired, and he says it like a threat or a promise or something else altogether. "I know everything about you," he'll say, pushing patrick back, nudging his legs apart. "I know every inch and you can never," he licks a line up the inside of patrick's thigh and patrick *mewls*, "never leave." And it's sinister for a moment, until Pete gives this feral grin that dares him to try, pins him down, fucks him senseless
[20:50] A: (pete would not sell patrick down the river)
[20:51] sixthletter: and then there's the time when they're lying there, and it should be pitch dark but there's light creeping in from *somewhere*, just enough so that patrick can see the rise and fall of pete's chest as he breathes hard, one hand splayed across his stomach as he says, almost idly, "i don't think i ever fooled you." and patrick will think, what the fuck, but then pete's stretching, staring up at the ceiling of the bunk. "I mean, it never occurs to me anymore that there might be something in my head you don't know. It's like you've been told my entire future, and you're just waiting for me to catch up."
"What happens?" Patrick aks, shifting, straddling pete and slipping down the bed, lips moving across his stomach, his hip. "What am I waiting for?" And then Pete's talking about escape, for a relative value of talking because Patrick's mouth is on his dick and he's sort of struggling with words, here, there yeah that jesus fuck sorry did you ask something?
[20:51] sixthletter: (he would not)
So yes, I should get to writing that. Also the fics I promised people. Also do some massive editing.
[20:29] sixthletter: they are in love
[20:30] sixthletter: patrick likes it
[20:30] sixthletter: because it's hard to be paranoid when you're in love
[20:31] sixthletter: like, you don't have a hideous secret you have to hide from all others at all costs, you have a secret that you're sharing with this guy, and you can practically taste it on him when you lick up the curve of his sternum
[20:31] sixthletter: it's like something you nurture together
[20:31] A: and that belongs to only you.
[20:32] sixthletter: and you keep it at the back of your mind, because it's a good thing to have, a switch that suddenly makes everything dangerous and every moment the last
[20:33] sixthletter: pete's nails digging into his skin as he bucks up, heels digging into the mattress, sweating and swearing and babbling about escape
[20:34] sixthletter: words that are only words when his lips spell them out against patrick's neck, like some strange kind of braille
[20:35] sixthletter: and you can never get bored of someone, you can never really hate them, if you think they could be taken from you at any moment
[20:36] sixthletter: so yes. pete and patrick are in love and jeopardy
[20:37] sixthletter: pete would play it like that, absolutely ignore their situation all the time, get completely into the kerouac-esque drifter character he's made for himself, talk about the hotel like he chose to work there.
[20:42] sixthletter: and patrick would worry he'd forgotten, but then he'd bring it up once in a while when they're together, mention that patrick's *his* and they have this secret that's giving off tangible heat and pete would use it like a threat almost, like he wasn't involved, like he could sell patrick down the river and not get in trouble, which would be worrying if he didn't do it when he was breathy and intense, exhausted but wired, and he says it like a threat or a promise or something else altogether. "I know everything about you," he'll say, pushing patrick back, nudging his legs apart. "I know every inch and you can never," he licks a line up the inside of patrick's thigh and patrick *mewls*, "never leave." And it's sinister for a moment, until Pete gives this feral grin that dares him to try, pins him down, fucks him senseless
[20:50] A: (pete would not sell patrick down the river)
[20:51] sixthletter: and then there's the time when they're lying there, and it should be pitch dark but there's light creeping in from *somewhere*, just enough so that patrick can see the rise and fall of pete's chest as he breathes hard, one hand splayed across his stomach as he says, almost idly, "i don't think i ever fooled you." and patrick will think, what the fuck, but then pete's stretching, staring up at the ceiling of the bunk. "I mean, it never occurs to me anymore that there might be something in my head you don't know. It's like you've been told my entire future, and you're just waiting for me to catch up."
"What happens?" Patrick aks, shifting, straddling pete and slipping down the bed, lips moving across his stomach, his hip. "What am I waiting for?" And then Pete's talking about escape, for a relative value of talking because Patrick's mouth is on his dick and he's sort of struggling with words, here, there yeah that jesus fuck sorry did you ask something?
[20:51] sixthletter: (he would not)
So yes, I should get to writing that. Also the fics I promised people. Also do some massive editing.