New HCL snippet
Title: Capture
Fandom and Pairing: Hard Core Logo, Joe/Billy
Rating: PG-13
Length: 207 words
Notes: Written for the "bleed" prompt at ds_snippets. omphale23 made this better and brainstormed titles. madsciencechick put me in a Joe/Billy mood with her cool, thinky post. Now available as podfic.
Billy didn't know what Joe wanted, everything Joe wanted, until the third time Joe split his lip.
They were fighting, they were always fighting, and then they were done. Billy got in one last shot, shoving Joe back against the wall. This time Joe stayed there, head back, exhausted and gasping for air, his fucked up lungs rasping in the sudden quiet.
Billy put his fingers to his bleeding lip, wincing. Fucker. When he glanced up, Joe was looking at his mouth.
Joe was always looking, but this was the first time it clicked. What it meant. This feeling rose up quick in Billy, hot and calm and proud. This was his. Like playing was his, no matter what Joe thought. It felt good.
Shifting back, relaxing, he kept watching Joe, enjoying that familiar hungry look. Watched until Joe snapped out of it, until his eyes flicked up and knew he was caught. Thought he could bluster his way out of it, Joe did, with a sudden torrent of words and insults, but Billy just watched, smiling just a little.
He touched his lip again, drawing Joe's eyes despite himself, then carefully pressed his bloody fingers on his shirt. This was a moment that deserved a stain.
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Fandom and Pairing: Hard Core Logo, Joe/Billy
Rating: PG-13
Length: 207 words
Notes: Written for the "bleed" prompt at ds_snippets. omphale23 made this better and brainstormed titles. madsciencechick put me in a Joe/Billy mood with her cool, thinky post. Now available as podfic.
Billy didn't know what Joe wanted, everything Joe wanted, until the third time Joe split his lip.
They were fighting, they were always fighting, and then they were done. Billy got in one last shot, shoving Joe back against the wall. This time Joe stayed there, head back, exhausted and gasping for air, his fucked up lungs rasping in the sudden quiet.
Billy put his fingers to his bleeding lip, wincing. Fucker. When he glanced up, Joe was looking at his mouth.
Joe was always looking, but this was the first time it clicked. What it meant. This feeling rose up quick in Billy, hot and calm and proud. This was his. Like playing was his, no matter what Joe thought. It felt good.
Shifting back, relaxing, he kept watching Joe, enjoying that familiar hungry look. Watched until Joe snapped out of it, until his eyes flicked up and knew he was caught. Thought he could bluster his way out of it, Joe did, with a sudden torrent of words and insults, but Billy just watched, smiling just a little.
He touched his lip again, drawing Joe's eyes despite himself, then carefully pressed his bloody fingers on his shirt. This was a moment that deserved a stain.
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