A Couple of Small Offerings
To all of the price_o_love followers: I apologise that we have not been able to come back to posting more of the story you have all been so enthusiastic about in the past. The writers have all had so much going on in our lives that it has just had to take a back seat. Unfortunately, I can't even give you a clue as to when (or even if) this hiatus will come to a close. Rest assured, we all still have fond thoughts of finishing off some of our half-finished chapters and in bringing you the conclusions of some of the characters' story arcs, but time and circumstance just haven't allowed it at this point.
Some of you responded to an offer of drabbles some months back, and although once again not all of those requests were answered, I feel bad that we have let things lie for so long. I wish to get one more of the ficlets (as they turned into rather more than simple 100 word drabbles) finished, but my co-writer is out of the country right now and has little time to contribute to her half, so I'm going to try and tidy it up to a point where I can post what I have. The fourth request was for another writer and she has been so busy with work she also hasn't had opportunity to finish it, so I'm going to have to leave it to her to decide if it will ever be postable.
In the meantime, I wanted to re-post the two ficlets I did alone some months back, in case there were people who didn't see them and who might like to.
1. Magnolia - Matt/Josh, in the past, believing it will never be too late (509 words)
Magnolia, you sweet thing
You’re driving me mad
Got to get back to you, babe
You’re the best I ever had
'Magnolia' J.J. Cale
Josh sat on the park bench in Baton Rouge, looking out over the pond as dark clouds scudded across the winter sky. A flock of wild geese flew over, heading further south, stirring the air in graceful flight.
He closed his eyes, remembering Matt's face as he'd been long before their last angry fight; the fight that had finally made him see he'd never be able to change Matt's drinking. He'd been so beautiful back then, so full of eagerness to make their life together work as Josh always knew it could.
That was, he had been eager, until things began to fall to pieces around them and he'd taken to the bottle.
Matt would be better off without him, Josh told himself for the hundredth time now. He'd see how he was killing himself - and perhaps Josh too - and give it up before he went right over the edge.
What Josh had done to make Matt so angry that last time was unspeakable - he knew that - but surely, if Matt really did love Josh as much as Josh loved Matt, it would never be too late to find each other again and make it right.
Matt wouldn't listen - couldn't understand - while he was sloshing around so deeply in a bottle. But, give them time apart - time for Matt to give up the booze and get himself back together - he would surely give Josh a chance to explain.
They'd been apart before; they could do it again. Matt had to see it was the only way. The last time it had been forced upon them, but it had shown them both the depth of their love and how it could overcome any problems if they let it.
Nothing Josh had done seemed to make an ounce of difference to Matt's drinking while he stayed, and the violent rages had become too hard to take, no matter how apologetic Matt was after them. Josh had actually wondered that last time if he'd managed to make Matt hate him as much as he'd previously loved him; he'd been so full of fury.
He rubbed the fading bruise on his neck absently as he opened his eyes again. He had to believe this time apart would make the difference, no matter how much it pained him to be away from Matt. Sighing deeply, he placed his hat on his head and stood up, sniffing the wind. A faint whiff of magnolia was on the air, transporting him back to his daddy's plantation and warm evenings spent playing cards with Matt while Mama slept peacefully upstairs.
He would head west after this, he decided; maybe even get to California if he could. The south brought back too many memories, and the east was no better. He would keep moving, waiting until time healed the wounds he couldn't, and then Matt would come and they would make up for lost time all over again.
Matt would find him eventually if they were meant to be together.
And they were; Josh had no doubt.
~//~
2. Fly Me to the Moon - Greg/Nick/Karl, Greg not middle, & telling the others what to do, (785 words)
Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
'Fly Me to the Moon' Diana Krall
Closing his eyes, Greg let his smile grow. Two of them, and both doing what he wanted! What more could a guy ask? He let his eyes open again as he thought of something.
"Nick, you can stop licking for a moment. Let me move, then you can bend over my lap while Karl gets behind you. Major, would you mind?"
Nick shifted away as Greg had asked, looking slightly nervous as he glanced over his shoulder at the handsome soldier now smirking deliciously in Greg's direction.
"That's it, perfect," Greg purred, shifting to the side of the bed and encouraging Nick to lean over him, elbows on either side of Greg's thighs and Nick's knees spaced apart on the floor in front of Greg as his lips returned to the eager erection standing up in front of him.
Karl moved in behind Nick on knees too, pressing his body up against Nick and looking right into Greg's eyes. Greg slanted a crooked smile at Karl and handed him the pot of grease over Nick's head. Nick grunted at the contact with Karl's body, but didn't let Greg's cock leave his mouth. "God, that's good, Nick. Keep it up… don't worry, you'll be fine."
Greg tipped his head back at the delicious feeling Nick was causing to run through him, but continued to watch Karl through half-lidded eyes.
Dipping a couple of fingers into the open pot of grease, Karl scooped out a generous dollop and shifted back to place the pot on the side table. He widened the smile he aimed at Greg as he moved closer again, his free hand stroking, palm flat, down Nick's spine. Nick shivered a little, but he didn't stop sucking.
Greg watched Karl's hand as it reached Nick's ass and begin to squeeze and fondle his perfect cheeks. The fingers with the grease came into play as Karl slid them down Nick's crack, and although Greg couldn't see when they entered Nick, he was certainly aware of the exact moment. Nick grunted again and shifted forward slightly, making Greg's cock go even deeper into his mouth.
"Yes…" Greg hissed, and licked his lips, holding Karl's gaze the whole time.
Karl waggled his eyebrows and lowered his eyes to follow the movement of his own fingers, sliding them in and out of Nick's virgin hole. Nick growled low in his throat, but he still didn't pull off Greg's cock - to his joy - and then Nick was moving in perfect counterpoint to the way Karl's hand was rocking in and out of him.
"You like that so much, don't you?" Greg grinned, his enjoyment rising. "Fuck him now, Karl, if you would?"
Karl grinned back just as widely, pulling his fingers away and shifting nearer as he lined his hips up with Nick's. Another grunt - this time more drawn out - came from Nick as Karl slid slowly in, an expression of pure bliss across Karl's features. He gasped, then he was rocking into Nick from behind in a steady rhythm, his actions firm but not so hard that Nick couldn't keep sucking Greg.
"Oh God, yes…" Greg breathed, leaning back on his arms and trying to focus on the gorgeous sight in front of him. "Oh God, oh God…" he repeated as his orgasm spiralled nearer, Nick jerking over him and Karl grunting and thrusting eagerly into Nick like it was the best fuck he'd had in years. There was a final loud groan that could have been any of them or all of them and Greg closed his lids tightly as he collapsed back onto the bed, heart thumping and body spent.
~//~
The noise of the door opening and Boone's amused laugh made Greg open his eyes, and he frowned as he quickly rolled away to grab at his robe.
"Let me guess," Boone drawled, smirking from where he leaned in the doorway. "You were imagining your policeman had his hand where yours just was… or no! Maybe his mouth? Oh yeah, I bet that's it! Does he do that yet?"
Boone's tinkling laugh echoed around the room as Greg covered himself and tried not to look too guilty. He certainly wasn't about to admit the truth of his fantasy to Boone; not only wouldn't he be allowed to forget it, but he'd be mercilessly teased every time Karl and Nick were at Freeman's at the same time, not to mention actively encouraged to try to make it happen for real.
Perhaps - just perhaps - Nick might one day use his mouth on Greg's cock. As for the rest of the fantasy, there was about as much chance of that happening as there was of someone flying to the moon!
~//~
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I hope you enjoy these, and if you do (or even if you just wish to tell me about any particular things about the story at all) please feel free to comment in this post.
Some of you responded to an offer of drabbles some months back, and although once again not all of those requests were answered, I feel bad that we have let things lie for so long. I wish to get one more of the ficlets (as they turned into rather more than simple 100 word drabbles) finished, but my co-writer is out of the country right now and has little time to contribute to her half, so I'm going to try and tidy it up to a point where I can post what I have. The fourth request was for another writer and she has been so busy with work she also hasn't had opportunity to finish it, so I'm going to have to leave it to her to decide if it will ever be postable.
In the meantime, I wanted to re-post the two ficlets I did alone some months back, in case there were people who didn't see them and who might like to.
1. Magnolia - Matt/Josh, in the past, believing it will never be too late (509 words)
Magnolia, you sweet thing
You’re driving me mad
Got to get back to you, babe
You’re the best I ever had
'Magnolia' J.J. Cale
Josh sat on the park bench in Baton Rouge, looking out over the pond as dark clouds scudded across the winter sky. A flock of wild geese flew over, heading further south, stirring the air in graceful flight.
He closed his eyes, remembering Matt's face as he'd been long before their last angry fight; the fight that had finally made him see he'd never be able to change Matt's drinking. He'd been so beautiful back then, so full of eagerness to make their life together work as Josh always knew it could.
That was, he had been eager, until things began to fall to pieces around them and he'd taken to the bottle.
Matt would be better off without him, Josh told himself for the hundredth time now. He'd see how he was killing himself - and perhaps Josh too - and give it up before he went right over the edge.
What Josh had done to make Matt so angry that last time was unspeakable - he knew that - but surely, if Matt really did love Josh as much as Josh loved Matt, it would never be too late to find each other again and make it right.
Matt wouldn't listen - couldn't understand - while he was sloshing around so deeply in a bottle. But, give them time apart - time for Matt to give up the booze and get himself back together - he would surely give Josh a chance to explain.
They'd been apart before; they could do it again. Matt had to see it was the only way. The last time it had been forced upon them, but it had shown them both the depth of their love and how it could overcome any problems if they let it.
Nothing Josh had done seemed to make an ounce of difference to Matt's drinking while he stayed, and the violent rages had become too hard to take, no matter how apologetic Matt was after them. Josh had actually wondered that last time if he'd managed to make Matt hate him as much as he'd previously loved him; he'd been so full of fury.
He rubbed the fading bruise on his neck absently as he opened his eyes again. He had to believe this time apart would make the difference, no matter how much it pained him to be away from Matt. Sighing deeply, he placed his hat on his head and stood up, sniffing the wind. A faint whiff of magnolia was on the air, transporting him back to his daddy's plantation and warm evenings spent playing cards with Matt while Mama slept peacefully upstairs.
He would head west after this, he decided; maybe even get to California if he could. The south brought back too many memories, and the east was no better. He would keep moving, waiting until time healed the wounds he couldn't, and then Matt would come and they would make up for lost time all over again.
Matt would find him eventually if they were meant to be together.
And they were; Josh had no doubt.
~//~
2. Fly Me to the Moon - Greg/Nick/Karl, Greg not middle, & telling the others what to do, (785 words)
Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
'Fly Me to the Moon' Diana Krall
Closing his eyes, Greg let his smile grow. Two of them, and both doing what he wanted! What more could a guy ask? He let his eyes open again as he thought of something.
"Nick, you can stop licking for a moment. Let me move, then you can bend over my lap while Karl gets behind you. Major, would you mind?"
Nick shifted away as Greg had asked, looking slightly nervous as he glanced over his shoulder at the handsome soldier now smirking deliciously in Greg's direction.
"That's it, perfect," Greg purred, shifting to the side of the bed and encouraging Nick to lean over him, elbows on either side of Greg's thighs and Nick's knees spaced apart on the floor in front of Greg as his lips returned to the eager erection standing up in front of him.
Karl moved in behind Nick on knees too, pressing his body up against Nick and looking right into Greg's eyes. Greg slanted a crooked smile at Karl and handed him the pot of grease over Nick's head. Nick grunted at the contact with Karl's body, but didn't let Greg's cock leave his mouth. "God, that's good, Nick. Keep it up… don't worry, you'll be fine."
Greg tipped his head back at the delicious feeling Nick was causing to run through him, but continued to watch Karl through half-lidded eyes.
Dipping a couple of fingers into the open pot of grease, Karl scooped out a generous dollop and shifted back to place the pot on the side table. He widened the smile he aimed at Greg as he moved closer again, his free hand stroking, palm flat, down Nick's spine. Nick shivered a little, but he didn't stop sucking.
Greg watched Karl's hand as it reached Nick's ass and begin to squeeze and fondle his perfect cheeks. The fingers with the grease came into play as Karl slid them down Nick's crack, and although Greg couldn't see when they entered Nick, he was certainly aware of the exact moment. Nick grunted again and shifted forward slightly, making Greg's cock go even deeper into his mouth.
"Yes…" Greg hissed, and licked his lips, holding Karl's gaze the whole time.
Karl waggled his eyebrows and lowered his eyes to follow the movement of his own fingers, sliding them in and out of Nick's virgin hole. Nick growled low in his throat, but he still didn't pull off Greg's cock - to his joy - and then Nick was moving in perfect counterpoint to the way Karl's hand was rocking in and out of him.
"You like that so much, don't you?" Greg grinned, his enjoyment rising. "Fuck him now, Karl, if you would?"
Karl grinned back just as widely, pulling his fingers away and shifting nearer as he lined his hips up with Nick's. Another grunt - this time more drawn out - came from Nick as Karl slid slowly in, an expression of pure bliss across Karl's features. He gasped, then he was rocking into Nick from behind in a steady rhythm, his actions firm but not so hard that Nick couldn't keep sucking Greg.
"Oh God, yes…" Greg breathed, leaning back on his arms and trying to focus on the gorgeous sight in front of him. "Oh God, oh God…" he repeated as his orgasm spiralled nearer, Nick jerking over him and Karl grunting and thrusting eagerly into Nick like it was the best fuck he'd had in years. There was a final loud groan that could have been any of them or all of them and Greg closed his lids tightly as he collapsed back onto the bed, heart thumping and body spent.
~//~
The noise of the door opening and Boone's amused laugh made Greg open his eyes, and he frowned as he quickly rolled away to grab at his robe.
"Let me guess," Boone drawled, smirking from where he leaned in the doorway. "You were imagining your policeman had his hand where yours just was… or no! Maybe his mouth? Oh yeah, I bet that's it! Does he do that yet?"
Boone's tinkling laugh echoed around the room as Greg covered himself and tried not to look too guilty. He certainly wasn't about to admit the truth of his fantasy to Boone; not only wouldn't he be allowed to forget it, but he'd be mercilessly teased every time Karl and Nick were at Freeman's at the same time, not to mention actively encouraged to try to make it happen for real.
Perhaps - just perhaps - Nick might one day use his mouth on Greg's cock. As for the rest of the fantasy, there was about as much chance of that happening as there was of someone flying to the moon!
~//~
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I hope you enjoy these, and if you do (or even if you just wish to tell me about any particular things about the story at all) please feel free to comment in this post.