Of Rocky Relationships, and Quartz Being a Badass Motherfucker
Title: Of Rocky Relationships, and Quartz Being a Badass Motherfucker
Fandom: Gayology.
Pairings: Quartz/Calcite, Quartz/Ferrous Oxide, Quartz/Ferrous Oxide/Calcite. (Fuck yeah.)
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Uh. Minerals having sex. Double penetration. Substance abuse. Me losing my mind.
Word count: 1,340 words.
Art: here, thanks to the magnificent and completely bad-for-my-health macboris. I don't even care if you're bi or not, I deserve something for this travesty.
A/N: please don't judge me okay rocks are hot and quartz is the manliest of them all.
It was supposed to be a summer thing. A fling, really. Quartz wasn't entirely sure when it had stopped being just that, but he was damn sure Biotite and Orthoclase were to blame, because Biotite and Orthoclase were bitches, and behind most of the shit in his life.
It started with them telling him what nice weather they had, which was true, so Quartz was quite unsuspecting when he said, "Whatever".
They said, "We should go out," but really they meant, "We are taking you out to the beach kicking and screaming because we're strong for skinny manipulative bitches". Out they went.
What they had neglected to mention was that they were going to ditch him in the middle of the ocean to do whatever the fuck it was they did with Clay, the clingy bastard. Quartz was definitely not going to follow them, relatives or not. Drifting alone, he decided that oceans (and sisters) were bullshit, and made his way to the shore.
By the time he got there he felt a bit weary, and smaller somehow. He hadn't realized how far he'd gotten, or how alone he was. Well, the latter actually didn't last too long.
The thing one needed to realize was that Quartz was a badass motherfucker. Therefore, it was only natural that it didn't take long for him to find company, or rather, for company to find him. In the form of a gorgeous mineral he'd never seen before.
"Uh, hi," the stranger said after approaching him. "I'm Calcite. You look like you've come a long way."
"Astute observation," Quartz said, because Quartz was also kind of an asshole.
He couldn't stop staring. Calcite was pale and all angles, like he'd crashed on the beach one too many times. He definitely looked in his element there, unlike Quartz. Something about him just screamed ocean.
Still, with his complexion, he stood out. Not that Quartz was one to judge; he naturally glistened in sunlight. Maybe that was why Calcite had come up to him in the first place.
"I was going to offer to show you around, but if you're gonna be a dick about it…" Calcite mumbled, making Quartz snort.
"Whatever." He was about to expand on why he was lovely company and not at all dick-like, when a wave knocked him on his ass, and he decided to prioritize. "Would you show me around now?"
Calcite looked a bit too smug for Quartz' liking, but he led him the fuck away from the stupid beach, so Quartz didn't complain. It took them some time, during which Calcite wouldn't stop rambling about random shit like how much he missed hanging out with his friends in the ocean, but adding that he didn't mind the beach too much because it was always so hot and being there meant he wouldn't be stuck with his family in a mass of chalk "for the rest of ever".
Needless to say, Quartz was relieved when they finally reached their destination. It being a massive party. Quartz was more than relieved; he was shocked and delighted. Back home everyone was so tight-knit and up in each other's business, they were all family. It was hardly fun to party with one's family.
Here, on the other hand, there were huge piles of minerals - some just like him, some he'd never seen before, all strangers - and they flowed. It was unbelievable to watch them all actually move, some force carrying them. It was mesmerizing.
He realized he was staring like an idiot only when Calcite nudged him and said, "You're staring like an idiot."
Quartz snorted again and shoved Calcite, only to end up on top of him, with Calcite on his back and looking at him like he'd been waiting for that to happen for years. Quartz was a bit freaked out by the thought, but then Calcite was all over him - kissing him and gripping him like they were meant for this - and… yeah, that was the end of that.
It was completely new, both the location and the partner. Just because they did, didn't mean anybody else stopped moving, like it was totally natural for someone to fuck in front of everybody, just weird sex party shenanigans. Quartz kind of loved it here.
He was trying to make it last for Calcite - partly because he wanted to make an impression on his new… friend, and partly because he didn't want it to end. He was grateful for his efforts, because what happened next was quite amazing.
It started raining. Back home that wouldn't have meant anything, but here, inside Calcite, it meant really weird sex party shenanigans, in which Calcite clung to him, screaming profanities and his name and H2CO3, and started fizzing around him. Quartz nearly blacked out when he came, and he knew - they both knew - that there was no way they were stopping before the rain did.
The next day they were laying together - well, no, Quartz was laying, Calcite was snuggling into him like an idiot - and Quartz could only say, "Well, that was freaky."
Calcite looked away from him, probably would have blushed if he could. It made Quartz grin. He definitely loved it here.
Gradually, the weather changed, and he was seeing less and less of Calcite. It didn't mean he didn't hear from him, though, as he still got annoying texts about watching out for "winter sluts" and reminders about never-ending love and whatever.
Maybe Quartz should have looked out for things like he'd been told.
The first time he'd seen Ferrous Oxide, he was offered drugs. It was at a party, and Ferrous Oxide told Quartz he had some friends (more likely some very shady individuals) "up the stream", whatever that meant, and that he could hook him up. Which was fucking odd for a stranger, but Quartz had already been more than a little drunk, and figured in for a penny. Lapses in judgment were sort of his thing, anyway. That and being shiny and hard. (And overbearing and dumb, according to his sisters, but fuck them.)
Things got really fucking odd after that. While high, Quartz could swear Ferrous Oxide changed colors, and it was really confusing. It was so confusing, in fact, that by the time Ferrous Oxide turned a nice shade of red, just to tease, Quartz just had to have him.
It had been a long while since Quartz had had sex while tripping, and he almost forgot how fucked up it was. So many things were going through his head at once - little bursts of inspiration, half-formed thoughts, heaps of jumbled energy with no way to channel it, until he had Ferrous Oxide squirming under him, whispering filth and giggling inappropriately until Quartz shut him up.
Winter sluts were kind of demanding, Quartz realized when he started regularly hooking up with Ferrous Oxide without any input from his brain. He should probably stop hanging out with manipulative minerals. He was Quartz, damn it, not some dull pushover like Clay.
It was only when the age changed that something good came out of his sordid affair with Ferrous Oxide. It seemed like the moment the climate became just a tiny bit warmer Calcite sensed it, wherever he was, and then he was here, coming up to Quartz like this unstoppable force with the sole purpose of yelling in his and Ferrous Oxide's faces, like it was Quartz' fault everyone wanted a piece of him.
Then, something pretty spectacular happened. It started raining. For all Calcite spouted nonsense about commitment and feelings, whenever it started raining he became an absolute wanton whore.
Ferrous Oxide had awesome weed and wasn't half bad at sex, but he didn't fizz like Calcite. It never failed to turn Quartz on, not even once, the way Calcite would cling to him like he was all that kept him from drifting away, the way the fizzing burned just right. And this time, well, it was the first time in a ridiculously long time, and Calcite was all but gagging for it, and Ferrous Oxide was there, and suddenly he was in there with him, and it turned into the best night Quartz could remember since he'd crystallized.
Years went by without so much as a by-your-leave, and some of Ferrous Oxide's friends drifted away but he clung to Quartz like motherfucking porcelanite to water. Between that and Calcite being unbelievable (in all the right and wrong ways and oh god Quartz had feelings for the stupid fucker), Quartz really hadn't noticed when they'd settled down. Consolidated.
All three of them, sometime between the sex and the bickering, had become a rock.
Fandom: Gayology.
Pairings: Quartz/Calcite, Quartz/Ferrous Oxide, Quartz/Ferrous Oxide/Calcite. (Fuck yeah.)
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Uh. Minerals having sex. Double penetration. Substance abuse. Me losing my mind.
Word count: 1,340 words.
Art: here, thanks to the magnificent and completely bad-for-my-health macboris. I don't even care if you're bi or not, I deserve something for this travesty.
A/N: please don't judge me okay rocks are hot and quartz is the manliest of them all.
It was supposed to be a summer thing. A fling, really. Quartz wasn't entirely sure when it had stopped being just that, but he was damn sure Biotite and Orthoclase were to blame, because Biotite and Orthoclase were bitches, and behind most of the shit in his life.
It started with them telling him what nice weather they had, which was true, so Quartz was quite unsuspecting when he said, "Whatever".
They said, "We should go out," but really they meant, "We are taking you out to the beach kicking and screaming because we're strong for skinny manipulative bitches". Out they went.
What they had neglected to mention was that they were going to ditch him in the middle of the ocean to do whatever the fuck it was they did with Clay, the clingy bastard. Quartz was definitely not going to follow them, relatives or not. Drifting alone, he decided that oceans (and sisters) were bullshit, and made his way to the shore.
By the time he got there he felt a bit weary, and smaller somehow. He hadn't realized how far he'd gotten, or how alone he was. Well, the latter actually didn't last too long.
The thing one needed to realize was that Quartz was a badass motherfucker. Therefore, it was only natural that it didn't take long for him to find company, or rather, for company to find him. In the form of a gorgeous mineral he'd never seen before.
"Uh, hi," the stranger said after approaching him. "I'm Calcite. You look like you've come a long way."
"Astute observation," Quartz said, because Quartz was also kind of an asshole.
He couldn't stop staring. Calcite was pale and all angles, like he'd crashed on the beach one too many times. He definitely looked in his element there, unlike Quartz. Something about him just screamed ocean.
Still, with his complexion, he stood out. Not that Quartz was one to judge; he naturally glistened in sunlight. Maybe that was why Calcite had come up to him in the first place.
"I was going to offer to show you around, but if you're gonna be a dick about it…" Calcite mumbled, making Quartz snort.
"Whatever." He was about to expand on why he was lovely company and not at all dick-like, when a wave knocked him on his ass, and he decided to prioritize. "Would you show me around now?"
Calcite looked a bit too smug for Quartz' liking, but he led him the fuck away from the stupid beach, so Quartz didn't complain. It took them some time, during which Calcite wouldn't stop rambling about random shit like how much he missed hanging out with his friends in the ocean, but adding that he didn't mind the beach too much because it was always so hot and being there meant he wouldn't be stuck with his family in a mass of chalk "for the rest of ever".
Needless to say, Quartz was relieved when they finally reached their destination. It being a massive party. Quartz was more than relieved; he was shocked and delighted. Back home everyone was so tight-knit and up in each other's business, they were all family. It was hardly fun to party with one's family.
Here, on the other hand, there were huge piles of minerals - some just like him, some he'd never seen before, all strangers - and they flowed. It was unbelievable to watch them all actually move, some force carrying them. It was mesmerizing.
He realized he was staring like an idiot only when Calcite nudged him and said, "You're staring like an idiot."
Quartz snorted again and shoved Calcite, only to end up on top of him, with Calcite on his back and looking at him like he'd been waiting for that to happen for years. Quartz was a bit freaked out by the thought, but then Calcite was all over him - kissing him and gripping him like they were meant for this - and… yeah, that was the end of that.
It was completely new, both the location and the partner. Just because they did, didn't mean anybody else stopped moving, like it was totally natural for someone to fuck in front of everybody, just weird sex party shenanigans. Quartz kind of loved it here.
He was trying to make it last for Calcite - partly because he wanted to make an impression on his new… friend, and partly because he didn't want it to end. He was grateful for his efforts, because what happened next was quite amazing.
It started raining. Back home that wouldn't have meant anything, but here, inside Calcite, it meant really weird sex party shenanigans, in which Calcite clung to him, screaming profanities and his name and H2CO3, and started fizzing around him. Quartz nearly blacked out when he came, and he knew - they both knew - that there was no way they were stopping before the rain did.
The next day they were laying together - well, no, Quartz was laying, Calcite was snuggling into him like an idiot - and Quartz could only say, "Well, that was freaky."
Calcite looked away from him, probably would have blushed if he could. It made Quartz grin. He definitely loved it here.
Gradually, the weather changed, and he was seeing less and less of Calcite. It didn't mean he didn't hear from him, though, as he still got annoying texts about watching out for "winter sluts" and reminders about never-ending love and whatever.
Maybe Quartz should have looked out for things like he'd been told.
The first time he'd seen Ferrous Oxide, he was offered drugs. It was at a party, and Ferrous Oxide told Quartz he had some friends (more likely some very shady individuals) "up the stream", whatever that meant, and that he could hook him up. Which was fucking odd for a stranger, but Quartz had already been more than a little drunk, and figured in for a penny. Lapses in judgment were sort of his thing, anyway. That and being shiny and hard. (And overbearing and dumb, according to his sisters, but fuck them.)
Things got really fucking odd after that. While high, Quartz could swear Ferrous Oxide changed colors, and it was really confusing. It was so confusing, in fact, that by the time Ferrous Oxide turned a nice shade of red, just to tease, Quartz just had to have him.
It had been a long while since Quartz had had sex while tripping, and he almost forgot how fucked up it was. So many things were going through his head at once - little bursts of inspiration, half-formed thoughts, heaps of jumbled energy with no way to channel it, until he had Ferrous Oxide squirming under him, whispering filth and giggling inappropriately until Quartz shut him up.
Winter sluts were kind of demanding, Quartz realized when he started regularly hooking up with Ferrous Oxide without any input from his brain. He should probably stop hanging out with manipulative minerals. He was Quartz, damn it, not some dull pushover like Clay.
It was only when the age changed that something good came out of his sordid affair with Ferrous Oxide. It seemed like the moment the climate became just a tiny bit warmer Calcite sensed it, wherever he was, and then he was here, coming up to Quartz like this unstoppable force with the sole purpose of yelling in his and Ferrous Oxide's faces, like it was Quartz' fault everyone wanted a piece of him.
Then, something pretty spectacular happened. It started raining. For all Calcite spouted nonsense about commitment and feelings, whenever it started raining he became an absolute wanton whore.
Ferrous Oxide had awesome weed and wasn't half bad at sex, but he didn't fizz like Calcite. It never failed to turn Quartz on, not even once, the way Calcite would cling to him like he was all that kept him from drifting away, the way the fizzing burned just right. And this time, well, it was the first time in a ridiculously long time, and Calcite was all but gagging for it, and Ferrous Oxide was there, and suddenly he was in there with him, and it turned into the best night Quartz could remember since he'd crystallized.
Years went by without so much as a by-your-leave, and some of Ferrous Oxide's friends drifted away but he clung to Quartz like motherfucking porcelanite to water. Between that and Calcite being unbelievable (in all the right and wrong ways and oh god Quartz had feelings for the stupid fucker), Quartz really hadn't noticed when they'd settled down. Consolidated.
All three of them, sometime between the sex and the bickering, had become a rock.