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Title: Photoshoot Lake Michigan
Author: Las
Rating: R
Pairing: Read and find out. :P
Summary: Technical problems are a common phenomenon in the Kill Hannah camp.
Author’s notes: A challenge was posted the other day to write a fic based on a picture, so consider this a contribution to that. I was bored and scrolling through my Kill Hannah folder, eager to write something, when this picture suddenly inspired me. Only after writing the fic I realised that it looks like Jonny has a hard-on. Probably just the way he’s standing, but LOL.
Also, I don’t know if that’s Lake Michigan. I will make this a matter of poetic licence. ;)
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We had a photo session next to Lake Michigan - part of home, part of Kill Hannah. The weather was colder than we were supposed to let on as we shrugged off our jackets and did a quick shoot. I could feel his eyes on me, and my body was drawn towards him in return, every time the shutter closed.
When we’d all climbed into Greg’s car, snuggled back into our jackets and scarves, the engine gave out before we even made it out the driveway of the white house we used as background for some of the shots. We were only a few miles from home. Mat talked his way into the photographer’s car and took off, and we had to wait for Greg and Garret to either fix the car, or have it towed back to the garage while waiting for Mat came to pick us up with his own car.
Dan made a vague remark about getting some air and needing some space and wandered off out of sight, behind the house. A few indecisive moments later I followed him.
He had always said he’d rather find me in an opportune moment than push his luck. I didn’t figure anyone’s luck was being pushed with the rate our electrical equipment broke down.
I looked around, feeling watched, but didn’t see him. Instead I strolled over to the waterside, halting there, staring out over the lake as I ducked deeper into my scarf, trying not to shiver. A little smile curled onto my lips when I heard soft footsteps approach me. I closed my eyes, not surprised to find his big, warm hands wrap around my cold ones inside the pockets of my jacket.
Neither of us said a word as we stood there for a while. I still had my eyes closed when he turned my head gently and skimmed his lips over my face until he reached my lips, caressing them with his own as he brushed his hand through my hair. I cherished the few moments of gentleness he always bestowed on me, before suddenly snapping out of it.
“Come with me,” he ordered softly.
I swallowed and nodded, walking with him when he took my arm and lead me to a slightly occluded area between some small shrubberies just behind the house. They didn’t hide much. Dan apparently had a lot of faith in the ability of our band mates to keep themselves busy with a broken car and not come looking for us.
He pushed me back against the white wall and knelt down, not looking at me as he opened my pants. I closed my eyes again and let my head lean back against the stone, my teeth biting down on my lower lip when his warm mouth closed around my cock. I didn’t know if he was really that much better than Jess or if the situations he caught me in were that much more exciting, but it took him only a few minutes of wet suction to let me come into his mouth. My nails broke on the painted surface of the bricks and my knees were shaking.
Dan tucked me in, zipped me up and rose. He smiled at me warmly and gave me a playful pat on the cheek, then strolled off, back around the house, back to reality.
I took a few moments to compose myself and followed him. Right, reality. Greg’s car was broken and Dan and I exchanged sexual favours in risky situations while the world had us pinned as straight.
I have a hunch that won’t last forever.
Author: Las
Rating: R
Pairing: Read and find out. :P
Summary: Technical problems are a common phenomenon in the Kill Hannah camp.
Author’s notes: A challenge was posted the other day to write a fic based on a picture, so consider this a contribution to that. I was bored and scrolling through my Kill Hannah folder, eager to write something, when this picture suddenly inspired me. Only after writing the fic I realised that it looks like Jonny has a hard-on. Probably just the way he’s standing, but LOL.
Also, I don’t know if that’s Lake Michigan. I will make this a matter of poetic licence. ;)
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We had a photo session next to Lake Michigan - part of home, part of Kill Hannah. The weather was colder than we were supposed to let on as we shrugged off our jackets and did a quick shoot. I could feel his eyes on me, and my body was drawn towards him in return, every time the shutter closed.
When we’d all climbed into Greg’s car, snuggled back into our jackets and scarves, the engine gave out before we even made it out the driveway of the white house we used as background for some of the shots. We were only a few miles from home. Mat talked his way into the photographer’s car and took off, and we had to wait for Greg and Garret to either fix the car, or have it towed back to the garage while waiting for Mat came to pick us up with his own car.
Dan made a vague remark about getting some air and needing some space and wandered off out of sight, behind the house. A few indecisive moments later I followed him.
He had always said he’d rather find me in an opportune moment than push his luck. I didn’t figure anyone’s luck was being pushed with the rate our electrical equipment broke down.
I looked around, feeling watched, but didn’t see him. Instead I strolled over to the waterside, halting there, staring out over the lake as I ducked deeper into my scarf, trying not to shiver. A little smile curled onto my lips when I heard soft footsteps approach me. I closed my eyes, not surprised to find his big, warm hands wrap around my cold ones inside the pockets of my jacket.
Neither of us said a word as we stood there for a while. I still had my eyes closed when he turned my head gently and skimmed his lips over my face until he reached my lips, caressing them with his own as he brushed his hand through my hair. I cherished the few moments of gentleness he always bestowed on me, before suddenly snapping out of it.
“Come with me,” he ordered softly.
I swallowed and nodded, walking with him when he took my arm and lead me to a slightly occluded area between some small shrubberies just behind the house. They didn’t hide much. Dan apparently had a lot of faith in the ability of our band mates to keep themselves busy with a broken car and not come looking for us.
He pushed me back against the white wall and knelt down, not looking at me as he opened my pants. I closed my eyes again and let my head lean back against the stone, my teeth biting down on my lower lip when his warm mouth closed around my cock. I didn’t know if he was really that much better than Jess or if the situations he caught me in were that much more exciting, but it took him only a few minutes of wet suction to let me come into his mouth. My nails broke on the painted surface of the bricks and my knees were shaking.
Dan tucked me in, zipped me up and rose. He smiled at me warmly and gave me a playful pat on the cheek, then strolled off, back around the house, back to reality.
I took a few moments to compose myself and followed him. Right, reality. Greg’s car was broken and Dan and I exchanged sexual favours in risky situations while the world had us pinned as straight.
I have a hunch that won’t last forever.