Drabble: The Width of a Circle, by severinne, Brown Cortina
Title: The Width of a Circle
Author: severinne
Rating: Brown Cortina (more for the kink than any explicit sex, sorry)
Warning: Slash of the Sam/Gene variety, implied breathplay
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I only wish I owned Life on Mars.
Written for elfbert and fawsley's Bowie Drabble Challenge. I already played with a few tracks from The Man Who Sold The World in my fic of the same title but the CD is still in my car so thought I'd have a proper drabbling go at the first track.
The Width of a Circle
Sam breathed deeply, greedily swallowing acrid air. Gene was exhaling smoke and fire, the smoldering tip of the Marlboro a fiery star far above. His throat would ache with it if it hadn’t already been raw with use.
How he ached.
His fingers sought the snake of Gene’s belt discarded by his knee, memorizing the circumference of a waist he didn’t dare to touch, breath hitching at the memory of its smaller circle, cast around his throat.
‘Sam? What -‘ Their hands met, Gene’s fingers closing around the leather offering. Sam arched against his leg, cheeks aflame.
‘Do it again.’
Author: severinne
Rating: Brown Cortina (more for the kink than any explicit sex, sorry)
Warning: Slash of the Sam/Gene variety, implied breathplay
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I only wish I owned Life on Mars.
Written for elfbert and fawsley's Bowie Drabble Challenge. I already played with a few tracks from The Man Who Sold The World in my fic of the same title but the CD is still in my car so thought I'd have a proper drabbling go at the first track.
The Width of a Circle
Sam breathed deeply, greedily swallowing acrid air. Gene was exhaling smoke and fire, the smoldering tip of the Marlboro a fiery star far above. His throat would ache with it if it hadn’t already been raw with use.
How he ached.
His fingers sought the snake of Gene’s belt discarded by his knee, memorizing the circumference of a waist he didn’t dare to touch, breath hitching at the memory of its smaller circle, cast around his throat.
‘Sam? What -‘ Their hands met, Gene’s fingers closing around the leather offering. Sam arched against his leg, cheeks aflame.
‘Do it again.’