Yankee!Fic (virtually angst-free)
Title: Greater Purposes
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kyle Farnsworth/Scott Proctor
Summary: Everything has its purpose, everything happens for a reason.
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened, nor do I insist that the events hold truth in writing them.
Notes: All notes are at the end of the fic. First 1sentence set ( here ).
greater purposes
01 - Air
There’s something about flying that makes Kyle feel fine, fills him with such a wild and completely ungrounded sensation that nothing could ever feel better, nothing but his kid’s smile on his cell’s background wallpaper and Scott’s firm handshake greeting him at the gates at La Guardia.
02 - Apples
It’s a sort of hole-in-the-wall, dive-looking place in the Bronx, but Scott’s since convinced him that they serve the world’s best apple pie-Kyle watches Scott lick his fork after the last bite and figures it’ll take another few minutes before he can leave the table.
03 - Beginning
The first time they’d met, Kyle had been wearing a cap so far down on his face that the inner rim brushed his brow and Scott had been all smiles, open-faced and honest and oh-so happy; the first time Kyle had actually bothered to look at the guy had been when Scott came up to him first, hand stretched out, some knowing glint in his eyes.
04 - Bugs
“Could you like, stop, dude, ‘cause it’s really starting to piss me off,” Scott says, words chosen carefully-Kyle’s got his hand on Scott’s thigh, hasn’t touched his own slice of pie and isn’t planning too, not when he’s got something so much better to taste.
05 - Coffee
It looks like a whisper by the light of the dim bar, some hushed tones between a couple of random guys-football players? house movers? soldiers on leave? well-kept bounty hunters?-but the tip of Scott’s ear tastes like what his shampoo smells like, maybe coffee or the beads of sweat collecting as Kyle’s hand moves up.
06 - Dark
The lights flicker slightly every time another patron lets the door slam closed behind them, and Kyle now feels safe enough to slide out of the booth and nod his towards the exit, his hands itching at the condition he’s put Scott in: all flushed-faced, knuckles clenched, and backwards-hatted.
07 - Despair
It’s when they make it back to Scott’s girly CRV that Kyle attacks him, makes the man feel so miserable when Kyle pulls away and fishes the car keys from Scott’s pocket before gunning the ignition.
08 - Doors
And then there’s the basement parking structure and the night’s empty disguise-Scott doesn’t wait for Kyle to unbuckle before he slides over and kisses him on the corner of the mouth, his big hand on Kyle’s cheek, neck, in his hair, and Kyle; Kyle lets Scott pin him to the passenger door, lets Scott kiss his exposed throat, and lets himself let go in the moment.
09 - Drink
Scott offers him a drink once they finally make it inside, but Kyle declines because he, for once, wants this all to go down soberly.
10 - Duty
He watches TV while Scott calls his family to say goodnight, and his jaw clenches when he trades sweet nothings with the wife Kyle can’t bring himself to hate.
11 - Earth
The movie that’s on is about hell overflowing with bad motherfuckers and the apocalypse or something or another, and Kyle’s seen it God knows how many times, but still he remains quiet, impassive and emotionless even while Scott’s staring at him, talking to his wife and moving closer as Kyle turns up the volume.
12 - End
And the end of the world does happen, but it turns out it’s just a dream and Scott’s thrown the phone onto the intable, straddled Kyle and blocked out the nightmare on the plasma screen.
13 - Fall
“My TV’s bigger than your,” Kyle says between frenzied kisses, glimpses of bright colors and basketball games-Scott only laughs and breaks his fall to the floor with Kyle’s body.
14 - Fire
Scott’s burning slow and evil, fueling on fear and freedom and bittersweet fame, his hard frame looming and on fire against smooth rafters, the windows with the drapes closed tight, the moments ticking by.
15 - Flexible
And Scott works his hand under Kyle’s shirt, palms the damp skin just above the waistline, brings Kyle up in an arch that would make a porn star proud.
16 - Flying
Flying and dying, he thinks as Scott bites into him wholly, must rhyme for a reason.
17 - Food
He can still taste the remnants of sweet apple and cinnamon on Scott’s lips.
18 - Foot
Kyle’s taller than Scott by a few inches, but with his back pressed to the floor and his hands pinned to the carpet before his head, he’s the smallest man in the universe as Scott towers above him, foot by foot of midnight blacks and blues.
19 - Grave
There’s something deadly serious in Scott’s eyes, something feral and hot and so animalistic that it sends icy ghostlike fingers up and down Kyle’s spine; it takes him a few moments to realize those cold fingers are Scott’s.
20 - Green
And then that look is gone, replaced by a soft and natural hue of color-the horror has passed, the hour’s dwindling, and fuck it’s good to be back in the city.
21 - Head
Kyle excuses himself to the head, but does not close the door until Scott’s gone into the bedroom, already stripping off his shirt; Kyle braces himself against the counter and glares into the mirror, tells himself that this is not happening, this betrayal, this wrongness is all just a dream.
22 - Hollow
He’s not one to let anyone prep him-it feels too dirty, too right-and he feels so empty when he pulls his fingers, slick with the lube he keeps in his bag, away.
23 - Honor
“Have you no honor?” Scott murmurs as Kyle walks in, belt buckle and zip undone.
24 - Hope
“Not where you’re concerned,” Kyle replies before he can swallow the words back.
25 - Light
A few weeks after they’d met, Kyle had been walking home in the dark, no streetlamps, no neon signs or car headlights, no nothing; he had been about a block away when his cell phone rang, so he’d answered it, it was Scott, and a single streetlight flickered on above him.
26 - Lost
He’s the Lost Civilization on the Map of Life-Scott’s the boy with the matchbox and a map to burn; he’s the paper burning from the corners in-Scott’s the boy feeling guilty and kissing away the pain.
27 - Metal
There’s a domestic superunknown right now, a freaky supernatural unbalance about the fact that they both sleep in the same bed nearly every night for an entire season, know each other’s birth dates, have memorized each other’s skin, and wear wedding rings that match down to the very last curvature of simple gold.
28 - New
Scott’s noticed this like Kyle’s noticed it, has his lefthand fingers threading with Kyle’s and something’s just happened between them, but Kyle can’t quite place it, not yet.
29 - Old
Kyle unleashes a breathy sort of laugh to ease the moment-it only draws tired lines across Scott’s face because he’s not quite ready to let this revelation go.
30 - Peace
It’s so fucking quiet in Scott’s bedroom, silent enough to make Kyle want to scream just to shatter this…this…whatever this is.
31 - Poison
Kyle places his free hand on Scott’s bare shoulderblade, tracing muscle with a touch that burns more than he knows.
32 - Pretty
He says it because he figures Scott would shoot him on the spot if he’d had a gun at his disposal (there’s one under the bed but Kyle doesn’t know this).
33 - Rain
Scott lets free a downpour of meaningless curses through a beautiful grin, so sincere it blinds Kyle.
34 - Regret
He doesn’t regret calling Scott the p-word-he only regrets not being able to move away fast enough, because damn, the guy can move quick when he’s up to it.
35 - Roses
“I hear,” Scott hisses through his hold on Kyle’s jugular, all bruises and teeth and darkening skin, “that Hell smells like sins and roses.”
36 - Secret
“That’s confidential,” Kyle responds smartly.
37 - Snakes
Scott’s hazel eyes narrow in his suspicion; he tongues the mark he’s left so angry on Kyle’s skin, snaking his arms around the pitcher’s strong, muscled middle before rolling them over.
38 - Snow
The sheets are as white as snow and the bites on Kyle’s neck are as dark as blood, Scott’s eyes are beginning that holy flash of reflecting red and green, and Kyle’s pretty sure the world’s going to end again soon-he can hear the Hueys outside the window and the bombers blowing up the lines in Central Park.
39 - Solid
Scott’s muscle is hard to the touch, seemingly even when relaxed, and all Kyle can focus on is the way they fit together like it’s meant to be…only a little less soapy.
40 - Spring
It only takes Scott a while to notice Kyle’s already gotten himself ready, glistening lubrication coating the tops of the back of his thighs, but when Scott grins evilly and runs the pad of his thumb through the lube Kyle realizes his own mistake, something coiled inside him springing as Scott’s finger slides into him-effortlessly planned all along.
41 - Stable
Scott’s heartbeat is his anchor, that’s how bad he’s shaking when Scott finally slips inside him.
42 - Strange
It’s odd how aggressive and dominating he’d felt coming off the plane, and how in awe of everything he feels now.
43 - Summer
As Scott’s hand trails down the hard, jutting angle of his cock, Kyle wonders how the season will go, if the sex will be furious and unforgiving in their losses, or slow and priceless in their victories on that dumb fucking patch of dirt, death in a circle on a green field that maybe isn’t even there.
44 - Taboo
Kyle’s biting down on Scott’s lower lip, lapping up at the tiny tear he’s made-Scott’s heart is breaking, shattering, piecing back up together, breaking…
45 - Ugly
And Kyle sees Scott’s soul, sees every black, goddamned thing inside him, and he’s filled with light.
46 - War
The words are on the tip of Kyle’s tongue as he and Scott begin to lose the battle for higher ground, to stay on that upper ledge for just awhile longer, just a second longer.
47 - Water
He doesn’t want to tempt fate, doesn’t want to say it even if it’s been so long, so fucking long.
48 - Welcome
“You’re welcome,” Kyle had said beneath that orange streetlamp.
49 - Winter
It’s the A/C on when it doesn’t need to be, it’s the window open even though the A/C’s on, it’s the post-coitus haze, and it’s his insanity that makes him do it, the fire licking at the windows and the ceilings, the waiting in Scott’s eyes, and then it’s over because Scott’s beaten him to the punch.
50 - Wood (Would?)
“I would love you, if you love me.”
:: :: ::
Inspired by this song: Saving Grace . Tom Petty [Download]
This was written for the following though I shouldn’t have written a couple of you a damn thing for having voted for more than one subject on my damn poll!!! XD: themicemen, benched, and vintage-belle. ::smooches all::
Okay. So I was so high (I’d have rather not have reason to be high on pain killers) when I wrote this. Sorry if you all hate it. Doesn't make much difference to me. ;)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kyle Farnsworth/Scott Proctor
Summary: Everything has its purpose, everything happens for a reason.
Disclaimer: None of this ever happened, nor do I insist that the events hold truth in writing them.
Notes: All notes are at the end of the fic. First 1sentence set ( here ).
greater purposes
01 - Air
There’s something about flying that makes Kyle feel fine, fills him with such a wild and completely ungrounded sensation that nothing could ever feel better, nothing but his kid’s smile on his cell’s background wallpaper and Scott’s firm handshake greeting him at the gates at La Guardia.
02 - Apples
It’s a sort of hole-in-the-wall, dive-looking place in the Bronx, but Scott’s since convinced him that they serve the world’s best apple pie-Kyle watches Scott lick his fork after the last bite and figures it’ll take another few minutes before he can leave the table.
03 - Beginning
The first time they’d met, Kyle had been wearing a cap so far down on his face that the inner rim brushed his brow and Scott had been all smiles, open-faced and honest and oh-so happy; the first time Kyle had actually bothered to look at the guy had been when Scott came up to him first, hand stretched out, some knowing glint in his eyes.
04 - Bugs
“Could you like, stop, dude, ‘cause it’s really starting to piss me off,” Scott says, words chosen carefully-Kyle’s got his hand on Scott’s thigh, hasn’t touched his own slice of pie and isn’t planning too, not when he’s got something so much better to taste.
05 - Coffee
It looks like a whisper by the light of the dim bar, some hushed tones between a couple of random guys-football players? house movers? soldiers on leave? well-kept bounty hunters?-but the tip of Scott’s ear tastes like what his shampoo smells like, maybe coffee or the beads of sweat collecting as Kyle’s hand moves up.
06 - Dark
The lights flicker slightly every time another patron lets the door slam closed behind them, and Kyle now feels safe enough to slide out of the booth and nod his towards the exit, his hands itching at the condition he’s put Scott in: all flushed-faced, knuckles clenched, and backwards-hatted.
07 - Despair
It’s when they make it back to Scott’s girly CRV that Kyle attacks him, makes the man feel so miserable when Kyle pulls away and fishes the car keys from Scott’s pocket before gunning the ignition.
08 - Doors
And then there’s the basement parking structure and the night’s empty disguise-Scott doesn’t wait for Kyle to unbuckle before he slides over and kisses him on the corner of the mouth, his big hand on Kyle’s cheek, neck, in his hair, and Kyle; Kyle lets Scott pin him to the passenger door, lets Scott kiss his exposed throat, and lets himself let go in the moment.
09 - Drink
Scott offers him a drink once they finally make it inside, but Kyle declines because he, for once, wants this all to go down soberly.
10 - Duty
He watches TV while Scott calls his family to say goodnight, and his jaw clenches when he trades sweet nothings with the wife Kyle can’t bring himself to hate.
11 - Earth
The movie that’s on is about hell overflowing with bad motherfuckers and the apocalypse or something or another, and Kyle’s seen it God knows how many times, but still he remains quiet, impassive and emotionless even while Scott’s staring at him, talking to his wife and moving closer as Kyle turns up the volume.
12 - End
And the end of the world does happen, but it turns out it’s just a dream and Scott’s thrown the phone onto the intable, straddled Kyle and blocked out the nightmare on the plasma screen.
13 - Fall
“My TV’s bigger than your,” Kyle says between frenzied kisses, glimpses of bright colors and basketball games-Scott only laughs and breaks his fall to the floor with Kyle’s body.
14 - Fire
Scott’s burning slow and evil, fueling on fear and freedom and bittersweet fame, his hard frame looming and on fire against smooth rafters, the windows with the drapes closed tight, the moments ticking by.
15 - Flexible
And Scott works his hand under Kyle’s shirt, palms the damp skin just above the waistline, brings Kyle up in an arch that would make a porn star proud.
16 - Flying
Flying and dying, he thinks as Scott bites into him wholly, must rhyme for a reason.
17 - Food
He can still taste the remnants of sweet apple and cinnamon on Scott’s lips.
18 - Foot
Kyle’s taller than Scott by a few inches, but with his back pressed to the floor and his hands pinned to the carpet before his head, he’s the smallest man in the universe as Scott towers above him, foot by foot of midnight blacks and blues.
19 - Grave
There’s something deadly serious in Scott’s eyes, something feral and hot and so animalistic that it sends icy ghostlike fingers up and down Kyle’s spine; it takes him a few moments to realize those cold fingers are Scott’s.
20 - Green
And then that look is gone, replaced by a soft and natural hue of color-the horror has passed, the hour’s dwindling, and fuck it’s good to be back in the city.
21 - Head
Kyle excuses himself to the head, but does not close the door until Scott’s gone into the bedroom, already stripping off his shirt; Kyle braces himself against the counter and glares into the mirror, tells himself that this is not happening, this betrayal, this wrongness is all just a dream.
22 - Hollow
He’s not one to let anyone prep him-it feels too dirty, too right-and he feels so empty when he pulls his fingers, slick with the lube he keeps in his bag, away.
23 - Honor
“Have you no honor?” Scott murmurs as Kyle walks in, belt buckle and zip undone.
24 - Hope
“Not where you’re concerned,” Kyle replies before he can swallow the words back.
25 - Light
A few weeks after they’d met, Kyle had been walking home in the dark, no streetlamps, no neon signs or car headlights, no nothing; he had been about a block away when his cell phone rang, so he’d answered it, it was Scott, and a single streetlight flickered on above him.
26 - Lost
He’s the Lost Civilization on the Map of Life-Scott’s the boy with the matchbox and a map to burn; he’s the paper burning from the corners in-Scott’s the boy feeling guilty and kissing away the pain.
27 - Metal
There’s a domestic superunknown right now, a freaky supernatural unbalance about the fact that they both sleep in the same bed nearly every night for an entire season, know each other’s birth dates, have memorized each other’s skin, and wear wedding rings that match down to the very last curvature of simple gold.
28 - New
Scott’s noticed this like Kyle’s noticed it, has his lefthand fingers threading with Kyle’s and something’s just happened between them, but Kyle can’t quite place it, not yet.
29 - Old
Kyle unleashes a breathy sort of laugh to ease the moment-it only draws tired lines across Scott’s face because he’s not quite ready to let this revelation go.
30 - Peace
It’s so fucking quiet in Scott’s bedroom, silent enough to make Kyle want to scream just to shatter this…this…whatever this is.
31 - Poison
Kyle places his free hand on Scott’s bare shoulderblade, tracing muscle with a touch that burns more than he knows.
32 - Pretty
He says it because he figures Scott would shoot him on the spot if he’d had a gun at his disposal (there’s one under the bed but Kyle doesn’t know this).
33 - Rain
Scott lets free a downpour of meaningless curses through a beautiful grin, so sincere it blinds Kyle.
34 - Regret
He doesn’t regret calling Scott the p-word-he only regrets not being able to move away fast enough, because damn, the guy can move quick when he’s up to it.
35 - Roses
“I hear,” Scott hisses through his hold on Kyle’s jugular, all bruises and teeth and darkening skin, “that Hell smells like sins and roses.”
36 - Secret
“That’s confidential,” Kyle responds smartly.
37 - Snakes
Scott’s hazel eyes narrow in his suspicion; he tongues the mark he’s left so angry on Kyle’s skin, snaking his arms around the pitcher’s strong, muscled middle before rolling them over.
38 - Snow
The sheets are as white as snow and the bites on Kyle’s neck are as dark as blood, Scott’s eyes are beginning that holy flash of reflecting red and green, and Kyle’s pretty sure the world’s going to end again soon-he can hear the Hueys outside the window and the bombers blowing up the lines in Central Park.
39 - Solid
Scott’s muscle is hard to the touch, seemingly even when relaxed, and all Kyle can focus on is the way they fit together like it’s meant to be…only a little less soapy.
40 - Spring
It only takes Scott a while to notice Kyle’s already gotten himself ready, glistening lubrication coating the tops of the back of his thighs, but when Scott grins evilly and runs the pad of his thumb through the lube Kyle realizes his own mistake, something coiled inside him springing as Scott’s finger slides into him-effortlessly planned all along.
41 - Stable
Scott’s heartbeat is his anchor, that’s how bad he’s shaking when Scott finally slips inside him.
42 - Strange
It’s odd how aggressive and dominating he’d felt coming off the plane, and how in awe of everything he feels now.
43 - Summer
As Scott’s hand trails down the hard, jutting angle of his cock, Kyle wonders how the season will go, if the sex will be furious and unforgiving in their losses, or slow and priceless in their victories on that dumb fucking patch of dirt, death in a circle on a green field that maybe isn’t even there.
44 - Taboo
Kyle’s biting down on Scott’s lower lip, lapping up at the tiny tear he’s made-Scott’s heart is breaking, shattering, piecing back up together, breaking…
45 - Ugly
And Kyle sees Scott’s soul, sees every black, goddamned thing inside him, and he’s filled with light.
46 - War
The words are on the tip of Kyle’s tongue as he and Scott begin to lose the battle for higher ground, to stay on that upper ledge for just awhile longer, just a second longer.
47 - Water
He doesn’t want to tempt fate, doesn’t want to say it even if it’s been so long, so fucking long.
48 - Welcome
“You’re welcome,” Kyle had said beneath that orange streetlamp.
49 - Winter
It’s the A/C on when it doesn’t need to be, it’s the window open even though the A/C’s on, it’s the post-coitus haze, and it’s his insanity that makes him do it, the fire licking at the windows and the ceilings, the waiting in Scott’s eyes, and then it’s over because Scott’s beaten him to the punch.
50 - Wood (Would?)
“I would love you, if you love me.”
:: :: ::
Inspired by this song: Saving Grace . Tom Petty [Download]
This was written for the following though I shouldn’t have written a couple of you a damn thing for having voted for more than one subject on my damn poll!!! XD: themicemen, benched, and vintage-belle. ::smooches all::
Okay. So I was so high (I’d have rather not have reason to be high on pain killers) when I wrote this. Sorry if you all hate it. Doesn't make much difference to me. ;)