posting from my bunk
So yeah. I don't know about you guys, but this picture?
It screams McFassy AU. Wherein Fassy is rich, and kind of a bastard, and bored. So he goes out with his town car and he sees this ridiculousness
slouched in a doorframe to escape the rain. Fassy can't pass up what's so obviously on sale and within his means (what isn't? HE'S RICH) so he invites James back to his penthouse. But Fassy doesn't like waiting so he unwraps that present in the car. By the time they get to Fassy's building (literally, he owns the whole thing) James is completely debauched: naked, sweaty, come-streaked and already starting to display bruises. Fassy--smug bastard--only has to zip his trousers, smooth his hair back, and wipe his gloves, which never came off.
"Fancy a drink?" Fassy asks blithely, like James would rather sip scotch than, say, have a shower. James just breathes, thin chest rising and falling, and Fassy smirks, gives him his overcoat, and pushes James from the car.
...Right? Am I right? YEAH. Told you, McFassy is going to be the death of this writer's block. Even if all it gets out of me is yet another hooker fic. If you need me, I'll be uh, you know, WRITING PORN.
It screams McFassy AU. Wherein Fassy is rich, and kind of a bastard, and bored. So he goes out with his town car and he sees this ridiculousness
slouched in a doorframe to escape the rain. Fassy can't pass up what's so obviously on sale and within his means (what isn't? HE'S RICH) so he invites James back to his penthouse. But Fassy doesn't like waiting so he unwraps that present in the car. By the time they get to Fassy's building (literally, he owns the whole thing) James is completely debauched: naked, sweaty, come-streaked and already starting to display bruises. Fassy--smug bastard--only has to zip his trousers, smooth his hair back, and wipe his gloves, which never came off.
"Fancy a drink?" Fassy asks blithely, like James would rather sip scotch than, say, have a shower. James just breathes, thin chest rising and falling, and Fassy smirks, gives him his overcoat, and pushes James from the car.
...Right? Am I right? YEAH. Told you, McFassy is going to be the death of this writer's block. Even if all it gets out of me is yet another hooker fic. If you need me, I'll be uh, you know, WRITING PORN.