Apr 27, 2007 01:58
=firefly,
=house,
*writing: fic: requests/prompts,
=batman/superman,
*writing: fic,
=batman (nolanverse),
=brokeback mountain: fic,
=the invisible man,
=superman returns,
=brokeback mountain,
*writing,
=cold case,
=superman returns: fic,
=batman (nolanverse): fic,
=star trek: deep space nine
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Amanda dared him too, and he couldn’t resist because he knew it would start all sorts of delicious drama with Betty, and he was paying the mailboy to take a picture of her face while he did it, so. All his bases were covered. The hardest part of the ordeal was trying to picture Taye Diggs as he locked lips with Henry, because he couldn’t have hand-picked a less suitable candidate if he tried.
But the gossip would be so juicy.
Sigh. The things he did for the good of Mode.
.Four
It was so many years ago he’d almost managed to forget it, but if he were to tell the truth, it was never far from his mind when he talked with Daniel... when he went into Daniel’s office to get sign-offs on reports he could have just as easily sent up with the weekly reports... when he listened to Daniel talk about his problems when Betty wasn’t there, more and more often.
One time. Daniel was so hopped up Henry was sure he had permanent brain damage from that night. But the way he’d kissed Henry... he’d had sex that was less ravishing than that one kiss.
And the one that came shortly after...
.Three
Everyone knew that anything Daniel did, Alex had to do, and better. And, boy, did he ever. Henry had never doubted his sexuality before that exact moment.
.Two
Becks had a bad habit of talking and talking and fucking talking while Daniel was concentrating really hard on passing out and not choking on his own tongue while he did so.
“Becks,” he slurred against his lips, “Shut the fuck up.” But Becks just kept on talking about the price of coconuts in Tahiti or some shit, so solved two problems at once: he handed his tongue over to Becks, and successfully passed out against him.
.One
“Daniel,” Henry said quietly, walking up behind him. Daniel still jumped, scattered the proofs he’d been looking over across the floor. Crouching down, they both started picking them up.
“Sorry to bother you,” Henry said, looking down. “I...”
Daniel’s wrist brushed over the back of his hand; he wet his lips.
“Yes?” Daniel said, trying to catch his gaze.
Henry dropped the photos, leaning forward on breathless impulse. “I want you to remember,” he whispered just before their lips met.
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