Watchmen Kink Meme 2: Electric Boogaloo. Or not.
Alright, alright, I'm back now. Here ya go kids. (You're just lucky the other one didn't run out in the middle of my vacation grumble grumble)
Rules of the meme:
1. Anonymously post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work ( Read more... )
Adrian smiled, crawling across the circle to Walter, cupping his face in his hands and sighing as he felt his whole frame tense up. "Relax," he murmured, "I'm not going to hurt you." He stroked Walter's cheek with his thumb, and waited a moment. Walter finally looked up at him, eyes clear and intent. Adrian smiled, leaning in to just brush their lips together, feather light and experimental.
He was one of those people who possess that rare quality of never seeming to hurry. Even at a dead run, he looked more like sped-up film than someone actually exerting effort. His perfect physical poise and flat refusal to join any athletic team of any kind made Bill Brady despair utterly sometimes, thumping his head on his desk in the face of team after team of hard-working, good kids who were full of heart and hadn't even made regionals in three years.
In the middle of their quiet circle Adrian tested Walter's lips like someone dabbling his toes in a lake to check the temperature. Lazily, and as naturally as breathing. He coaxed his mouth open with sweet, insidious slowness, one hand moving to cradle the base of his skull, gently holding him in place as he breathed with him like they were one thing. Dan realized he was holding his breath, and glanced over to Laurie, who watched them like she wanted to eat them both and wasn't sure who to start with.
Adrian was perfectly, patiently still until Walter sighed and swayed just enough to make things less blisteringly chaste, tilting his head back and letting Adrian kiss him deeply, a pink flash of tongue visible as he tugged lightly at Walter's hair, making him whimper. He melted in Adrian's arms like he had never done anything in his life but surrender, like he wasn't Rorschach, the fucking certified lunatic who would fight God if he felt He deserved an ass-kicking.
"Christ" Ursula murmured into Laurie's ear, not daring to really intrude on the breathless hush, "it's like watching a snake charmer." Laurie could only nod.
Walter tasted sweet, and was almost feverishly warm, making hungry little sounds and nipping at Adrian's lips. He was surprised at how little he wanted to let him go, but he was trembling in a fragile way that was going to break into real panic any minute, so Adrian pulled away and smiled. "There, was that so bad?"
Walter just narrowed his eyes at him and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand in a way that made Eddie tense up, hoping he wouldn't have to try and restrain the crazy bastard, because that seemed like a good way to lose an eye. But Dan caught Walter and kissed him like he was trying to taste Adrian on him, and their host called an end to the game, declaring that it was time for children to be in bed, and towing Eddie off with the closest thing to unseemly haste he was capable of.
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I never, ever want to break up the beautiful OT3 here, or break up Adrian/Eddie either, but the sick, sick part of me that ships Adrian/Walter is sitting up and going YES SIR PLEASE SIR THREE BAGS FULL SIR.
That was amazing and fantastic and HOT. Now we can see the aftermath of such hotness in the next parts, y/y? (I imagine Walter might need some talking down since he ended up, you know, liking it A LOT.)
MOAR!
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tl;dr: I don't know if incest would be involved or not. We'll see.
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... on the other hand, if they were both Rolf's kids it would be HILARIOUS. And probably Eddie would cheer. I bet he likes Rolf a LOT better than he does his mother's husband. And I bet his mom would have, too.
Either way, it would delight me if they were related. Eddie's painful attempts at forming some kind of relationship with Laurie were some of my favorite parts of the GN despite the pain, and it'd be cool to watch them forge a nice sibling relationship in a 'verse where they have time and no poisinous history to overcome.
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Crap, I have a line of dialogue for part of his response that's paraphrased from Oscar Wilde. I may have to do this.
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"Goddammit, you're not a stupid whore, so don't act like one!" Laurie lightly smacked his shoulder, crawling to the center of the mattress. "Walter, if we minded you kissing other people, we would have bowed out of Spin the Bottle and you wouldn't have played without us because you respect our wishes. So there, you're not a slut." He laughed weakly at that, and let Dan roll him to lie between them, stretching out beside Walter and putting his arms around him again. Laurie did the same, and he finally started to relax because he had no choice. Being held by both of them at once was some of the safest he had ever felt, and he sighed, slowly melting in their warmth.
"...I hope Walter isn't freaking out." Adrian finally admitted, staring up at the ceiling.
"He better not be." Eddie growled, his head tucked under the pillow.
He laughed. "Eddie, you know how he hates liking things." He rolled onto his belly to crawl over to Eddie and start covering his upper back in kisses, making him growl softly and toss the pillow aside. Adrian bit gently, rewarded with a muffled groan. "Besides, it must really be fucking him up since he seems to think I've been after Laurie this whole time."
"Have you been?"
"No." He nuzzled Eddie's neck. "Although, if you were a girl, she is the girl you would be. And that's hot."
He snorted, finally rolling over and pulling Adrian into his arms. "Like you'd even know what to do, you faggot."
"How many times do I have to tell you? I'm a bisexual who likes purple and cats. There is a slight difference."
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Now can it be porn tiems?
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Nelly shimmered in pale blue satin and opera-length white gloves, swishing his white feather boa. Hollis was glad he and Rolf were getting along. Nelly insisted on actually singing, and therefore relied heavily on Nina Simone’s repetoire, since she was practically a tenor anyway. His song choices also unfailingly reflected his mood, hence Hollis’s concern for his domestic felicity. Nelly’s rendition of “I’ve Got it Bad” was a truly soul-shaking thing when he put his whole broken heart into it, and had actually reduced Hollis to crying into his beer. He was pleased to hear the opening notes of “Feelin’ Good”, instead, and to see Nelly radiant in the spotlight.
Sally grinned. “I wouldn’t have thought he had it in him.”
“I know, right? The first time I saw Nelly all done up, I marched over to Rolf to give him a piece of my mind for stepping out on my friend.” She giggled, and he grinned. “At least they were on the street, not in a drag bar or anything. Nelly has never once let me forget it.” They quieted as the lyrics began, and stayed quiet along with everyone else, held spellbound.
Clutching his fake ID, Adrian could hardly breathe. He had known it all along, listening to Mr. Gardner go on about the Treaty of Versailles. He had seen it even then, his gestures stunted by his sportcoats and as much masculinity as he could muster. Which was never very much and which was why he had fascinated Adrian from freshman year. Sitting in the back of American History with his hair in his eyes he had watched Mr. Gardner’s hands, and the carefully controlled movements of his wrists. He had seen the ghost of Miss Angel May Dubois even then, without recognizing her until now. Mostly in the interests of disguise (or so he had told himself) he was wearing a little black dress he had bought for the hell of it a year ago, fishnets, a red wig, and makeup last seen on Julie Newmar. Seeing Mr. Mason and Laurie’s mother in the crowd ahead of him, he was glad he had bothered.
Coming down from the last triumphant note, Nelly smiled at his audience and got started with his patter, acting as MC for the other girls. Angel May’s voice was a soft and very real contralto, made softer still by a slight southern accent that only people who knew him would know was put on. His entire schtick, ironically enough, was to be the straight man. Everyone else was brassier, trashier, more crude, and usually less real. Angel May’s outraged virtue and straight-faced naivete was surprisingly fun to watch, and provided a refreshing counterpoint to the others. She fanned herself, her laugh silvery. “Horses sweat, men perspire, and ladies only glow. Well, I'm glowing so bright I think we ought to have an intermission, don't you? I'll be back in fifteen minutes, with the rest of my beautiful sisters."
Nelly spent most of that intermission with Hollis and Sally, having two cosmopolitans and revealing his claws only once, when a scrawny brunette who was probably on speed hissed something at Sally. He turned in his chair, planted his white pumps on the floor and said, "Bitch, this is Miss Sally Jupiter and if anyone has a right to be here it's her, since the only femininity and grace your skanky ass has ever exhibited was ripped straight off of Wandering Star."
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(Imagine Nelly singing this: http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=3648770)
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