Hello and Some Teasing :P
Hey guys... just wanted to say hello and let folks know I haven't disappeared again :P I really wish I had fic to offer up, but fuck, I'm having the wierdest kind of writer's block where I *want* to write, and I really feel like I *need* to write, but I just can't focus on one story or finish anything.
But I'm not giving up and I honestly do have tons of fics on the go - I've just been having some RL stuff that's keeping my mind occupied, I guess.
Anyway, I thought I'd post a couple of teasers just to, I don't know, do *something*. Hopefully throwing this stuff out there will help spur me into finishing at least one - or maybe all of them - soon :)
Still Here
G/R RPS NC-17, follow up to "Days After"
Current word count: 2,301
"I'll make you breakfast," I say, pushing the covers off and starting to climb out of bed.
I feel his fingers, warm and soft, wrap around my ankle. "You don't have to do that," his voice is soft and the southern drawl slips out.
"I know, but..." I let my thoughts trail away. I was going to say it seemed the right thing to do, but that sounds ridiculous considering the situation.
He slides his thumb up my ankle, then rubs my skin softly, dragging the pad of his thumb back and forth across the ridge of bone. "I'm not even hungry," he says, looking down, away from me, watching his hand on my foot.
Sex Scenes: Breathe
B/J Random porn
Current word count: 640
My head falls back against the chair and my eyes close, letting my palms feel the way over his ass, his back. Spread my legs a little wider, feel his butt settle in my groin, forcing my dick deeper into his ass, deeper inside him.
He sucks in a gasp, then keeps rocking, adjusting to the new position... pushes himself up and down for a few sharp thrusts, grunting out with each one, then settles back again in my lap, keeping the pace, the friction, the fucking.
Infinity
B/J Angsty post-513 fic
Current word count: 1,780
The first time he left, you felt almost relieved.
It was done. Over. You knew he'd leave you eventually, and as expected, he did.
You watched him walk away, his arm around some other kid and it was right and what was supposed to happen. He'd be happy now and you fucked some trick like you were supposed to and you didn't think about it.
For about ten minutes.
Harder I Push, The Further I Fall
219 Gapfiller
Current word count: 2,062
My face burns red and it's partly from being so fucking turned on but mostly from embarrassment. Humiliation. Anger. Frustration.
I hear his footsteps walk away from me, then the clink of the whiskey bottle on the liquor cart. He fills his glass and I stumble to my feet, pushing my hard cock back into my jeans, wiping his spit from my mouth with the back of my hand.
I don't even know what to say. What I can say. Of course he knows I’ve been fucking around, and of course it's stupid he's angry at me because how many times has he come to me stinking of fuck? He makes me watch him do it, wants me to see it, to smell it, to know it. He rubs my face in it over and over and now that the tables have turned he can't handle it. That’s all it is. His fucking pride has been hurt and I don't even know what to do about it because it's his own goddamn fault this happened.
Untitled fic based on pic
B/J NC-17 based on this pic
Current word count: 102 (so little, I know, but I really want to write this one)
It takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the lighting... it's a little darker in here, more shadows, heavy velvet curtains hanging from the walls to encourage privacy. But you're only here for moments when hands come up from behind you and take your jacket off.
"You're late," his voice is soft against your face.
"Sorry," you say back. No excuse is necessary.
"S'ok," his lips brush across your cheek, tongue flicks into your ear. "You're here now."
Five times Brian Kinney Nearly Died
Brian fic. Random.
Current word count: 2,510
Jack pushes her again and all Joan sees is the ceiling as she falls backwards. It's only two steps, but it feels like forever. Her head hits the hardwood and her body bends over double, crushing her stomach.
Crushing her baby.
Her son.
He never wanted it, never wanted another kid. Didn't want the first one, if he was honest. But he fucked her and she got pregnant and so he married her and they had Claire. And then things weren't working out and Joan wasn't happy and wanted another baby so she "forgot" to use her birth control and got pregnant again. She wanted a son to look after her and Claire in the ways that Jack never would.
Untitled 110 Gapfiller
B/J NC-17, what the title says
Current word count: 874
You were unshaven and tired and smelly and oh so fucking gorgeous... I wanted to eat you to kiss you to suck your cock to have you inside me. I'd jacked off all morning thinking of you, dreaming that you'd come find me, that you'd come get me, that you'd be mad but then not, that you'd be so glad that I was okay and alive that you'd just wrap me up in your arms and...
Instead, you pushed into the suite, surveyed everything, took stock of what I'd bought and ignored me. I tried to get your sympathy and it didn't work.
You only paid attention when...
Your shirt came off easily, the soft cotton falling away from your skin, and I pulled your tank top over your head, mussing your hair. You leaned to kiss me, and I could smell your breath, warm and filled with coffee and cigarettes. I opened my mouth as if to take your tongue, then edged away instead, teasing. I wanted to see how far you’d let me go, how long you’d let me play.
*
'Kay, hope you guys are all good and having good Christmas-y and holiday celebrations and I really hope I'll be back again soon with a fic update :X
But I'm not giving up and I honestly do have tons of fics on the go - I've just been having some RL stuff that's keeping my mind occupied, I guess.
Anyway, I thought I'd post a couple of teasers just to, I don't know, do *something*. Hopefully throwing this stuff out there will help spur me into finishing at least one - or maybe all of them - soon :)
Still Here
G/R RPS NC-17, follow up to "Days After"
Current word count: 2,301
"I'll make you breakfast," I say, pushing the covers off and starting to climb out of bed.
I feel his fingers, warm and soft, wrap around my ankle. "You don't have to do that," his voice is soft and the southern drawl slips out.
"I know, but..." I let my thoughts trail away. I was going to say it seemed the right thing to do, but that sounds ridiculous considering the situation.
He slides his thumb up my ankle, then rubs my skin softly, dragging the pad of his thumb back and forth across the ridge of bone. "I'm not even hungry," he says, looking down, away from me, watching his hand on my foot.
Sex Scenes: Breathe
B/J Random porn
Current word count: 640
My head falls back against the chair and my eyes close, letting my palms feel the way over his ass, his back. Spread my legs a little wider, feel his butt settle in my groin, forcing my dick deeper into his ass, deeper inside him.
He sucks in a gasp, then keeps rocking, adjusting to the new position... pushes himself up and down for a few sharp thrusts, grunting out with each one, then settles back again in my lap, keeping the pace, the friction, the fucking.
Infinity
B/J Angsty post-513 fic
Current word count: 1,780
The first time he left, you felt almost relieved.
It was done. Over. You knew he'd leave you eventually, and as expected, he did.
You watched him walk away, his arm around some other kid and it was right and what was supposed to happen. He'd be happy now and you fucked some trick like you were supposed to and you didn't think about it.
For about ten minutes.
Harder I Push, The Further I Fall
219 Gapfiller
Current word count: 2,062
My face burns red and it's partly from being so fucking turned on but mostly from embarrassment. Humiliation. Anger. Frustration.
I hear his footsteps walk away from me, then the clink of the whiskey bottle on the liquor cart. He fills his glass and I stumble to my feet, pushing my hard cock back into my jeans, wiping his spit from my mouth with the back of my hand.
I don't even know what to say. What I can say. Of course he knows I’ve been fucking around, and of course it's stupid he's angry at me because how many times has he come to me stinking of fuck? He makes me watch him do it, wants me to see it, to smell it, to know it. He rubs my face in it over and over and now that the tables have turned he can't handle it. That’s all it is. His fucking pride has been hurt and I don't even know what to do about it because it's his own goddamn fault this happened.
Untitled fic based on pic
B/J NC-17 based on this pic
Current word count: 102 (so little, I know, but I really want to write this one)
It takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the lighting... it's a little darker in here, more shadows, heavy velvet curtains hanging from the walls to encourage privacy. But you're only here for moments when hands come up from behind you and take your jacket off.
"You're late," his voice is soft against your face.
"Sorry," you say back. No excuse is necessary.
"S'ok," his lips brush across your cheek, tongue flicks into your ear. "You're here now."
Five times Brian Kinney Nearly Died
Brian fic. Random.
Current word count: 2,510
Jack pushes her again and all Joan sees is the ceiling as she falls backwards. It's only two steps, but it feels like forever. Her head hits the hardwood and her body bends over double, crushing her stomach.
Crushing her baby.
Her son.
He never wanted it, never wanted another kid. Didn't want the first one, if he was honest. But he fucked her and she got pregnant and so he married her and they had Claire. And then things weren't working out and Joan wasn't happy and wanted another baby so she "forgot" to use her birth control and got pregnant again. She wanted a son to look after her and Claire in the ways that Jack never would.
Untitled 110 Gapfiller
B/J NC-17, what the title says
Current word count: 874
You were unshaven and tired and smelly and oh so fucking gorgeous... I wanted to eat you to kiss you to suck your cock to have you inside me. I'd jacked off all morning thinking of you, dreaming that you'd come find me, that you'd come get me, that you'd be mad but then not, that you'd be so glad that I was okay and alive that you'd just wrap me up in your arms and...
Instead, you pushed into the suite, surveyed everything, took stock of what I'd bought and ignored me. I tried to get your sympathy and it didn't work.
You only paid attention when...
Your shirt came off easily, the soft cotton falling away from your skin, and I pulled your tank top over your head, mussing your hair. You leaned to kiss me, and I could smell your breath, warm and filled with coffee and cigarettes. I opened my mouth as if to take your tongue, then edged away instead, teasing. I wanted to see how far you’d let me go, how long you’d let me play.
*
'Kay, hope you guys are all good and having good Christmas-y and holiday celebrations and I really hope I'll be back again soon with a fic update :X