CHELSEY MADE ME
So here are my fic snippets (well, from fics that'll end up on lj, if I finish them)
1) With careful, deliberate movements Ryan started work on the tiny fastenings, forcing himself to ignore the small sounds of distress escaping Brendon’s lips. Brendon rested his hands on Ryan’s skinny shoulders, squeezing every now and then.
The frantic edge to the other boy’s breathing was starting to unnerve Ryan by the time the last button came free. Tenderly he pushed the fabric to the side, exposing Brendon’s abdomen. Angry red scratches marred the once flawless skin, some had even bled. Ryan felt a sick, twisted fury build in his body.
Fingernails. They were scratch marks from fingernails.
2) He moved his hand in leisurely strokes, forcing down the images that so badly wanted to surface. Brendon’s fingers flying across the white of the piano keys. Brendon’s broad palms running across his thighs. Ryan’s breathing ratcheted up another notch, his hand moving faster now. Brendon’s finger teased at his entrance, before pushing inside. He could feel that finger moving inside of him, it just felt so…
He took a deep breath before pushing one finger into himself, it felt so strange. He could feel it inside him, feel the tightness of his muscles around the digit.
3) Josh’s own breath hitched and became quite strained, but he knew better than to move now. Slowly Faris brushed his lips over the sensitive skin there, trailed them across the line of pale skin above Josh’s black shirt, moving up to rest against his lips over the curve of Josh’s ear. “He wants you. He wants to feel you inside him, Joshua.”
The guitarist groaned but Faris didn’t chastise him this time. “Tom. Tom wants you. And I want to watch you fuck him Joshua.”
4) He woke to bright light. Terror swamped him and he started to fight, frantic and desperate, but his limbs were too tired, too heavy. A shawdow loomed over him and a panic struck deeper.
"Josh," the voice rasped, "What the fuck happened to you?"
1) With careful, deliberate movements Ryan started work on the tiny fastenings, forcing himself to ignore the small sounds of distress escaping Brendon’s lips. Brendon rested his hands on Ryan’s skinny shoulders, squeezing every now and then.
The frantic edge to the other boy’s breathing was starting to unnerve Ryan by the time the last button came free. Tenderly he pushed the fabric to the side, exposing Brendon’s abdomen. Angry red scratches marred the once flawless skin, some had even bled. Ryan felt a sick, twisted fury build in his body.
Fingernails. They were scratch marks from fingernails.
2) He moved his hand in leisurely strokes, forcing down the images that so badly wanted to surface. Brendon’s fingers flying across the white of the piano keys. Brendon’s broad palms running across his thighs. Ryan’s breathing ratcheted up another notch, his hand moving faster now. Brendon’s finger teased at his entrance, before pushing inside. He could feel that finger moving inside of him, it just felt so…
He took a deep breath before pushing one finger into himself, it felt so strange. He could feel it inside him, feel the tightness of his muscles around the digit.
3) Josh’s own breath hitched and became quite strained, but he knew better than to move now. Slowly Faris brushed his lips over the sensitive skin there, trailed them across the line of pale skin above Josh’s black shirt, moving up to rest against his lips over the curve of Josh’s ear. “He wants you. He wants to feel you inside him, Joshua.”
The guitarist groaned but Faris didn’t chastise him this time. “Tom. Tom wants you. And I want to watch you fuck him Joshua.”
4) He woke to bright light. Terror swamped him and he started to fight, frantic and desperate, but his limbs were too tired, too heavy. A shawdow loomed over him and a panic struck deeper.
"Josh," the voice rasped, "What the fuck happened to you?"