FIC - The Old Familiar Carols Play (Part 5)
Fandom: Donald Strachey Mysteries
Title: The Old Familiar Carols Play
Pairings: Donald/Timmy
Rating: various, with one NC-17 chapter
Spoilers: minor ones for most of the movies
Summary: Some Christmases are more memorable than others.
Warning: A crazy rainbow of emotions.
Author’s Note: I covered as many of the prompts as I could when writing this. If I left yours out, either thematically or musically, I do apologize. I could only fit in twelve chapters. Thanks guys! As always, thanks to my wonderful betas mjmcca and nyteflyer .
Poor Ornery Creatures
I wonder as I wander, out under the sky . . .
Donald staggered up the curb, stumbling over his own feet. He clutched at the streetlight as his legs tried to toss him face-first to the icy pavement.
“You fall down, I'm not picking your drunk ass up,” his companion - Gus? Gerry? What-the-fuck-ever - laughed. Donald shot him the finger over his shoulder. Gerald, Gaston, Gary - that was it, Gary - hooked a hand under Donald's elbow as he levered himself back upright.
“It's icy, you bitch,” Donald snapped, pushing the hand away. Gary held his hands up placatingly.
“Drunk, icy. Po-tay-to, po-tah-to,” Gary said, still snickering. Glaring blearily in the watery light, Donald licked numb lips. Privately, he had to acknowledge that he was pretty fucking wasted. After all, he could hardly tell Gary's dark skin from the dark night behind him. Which wasn't a good sign, but who the Hell cared? Donald surged forward, planting a sloppy kiss on Gary's white smile. Just to prove he could find it.
“Not drunk,” Donald mumbled, biting at Gary's lip. Gary clutched his ass tightly. With a grin, Donald palmed Gary's cock through his pants.
“Jesus, you're a slut,” Gary muttered. He took a long step backwards, dragging Donald toward the mouth of a nearby alley. Biting again, Donald followed. He let Gary shove him into a wall and claw at his belt.
“Gonna fuck you so hard,” Gary announced as he bared Donald's ass to the air. Donald laughed bitterly as Gary shoved thick fingers inside him. Pleasure and pain curled hot and hard around the base of his spine.
“Merry fucking Christmas,” Donald hissed. Yanking his fingers free, Gary plunged home. Donald yipped as pain overwhelmed pleasure for a moment before settling into an aching burn that seared and flared with each surge of Gary's hips.
“Fucking something,” Gary grunted. Donald laughed again as Gary crushed him against the wall. Gary fisted Donald's cock in one rough hand. Harsh and fast and just what Donald wanted. Deserved. Something. Gary squeezed Donald's cock almost bruisingly tight. That was gonna ache later.
“Yeah,” Donald sighed. He came sharply as Gary thrust harder - like being punched in the face by an orgasm. “Fucking something.” Gary came with a squeak. A fucking squeak. He pulled away leaving Donald aching and empty. Not that that was much of a change.
“Fuck, that was good. Gonna have to do that again,” Gary panted. Donald turned to slump against the alley wall. Tipping his head up, he stared up at the stars. Gary jerked his pants up, tucking Donald messily back in and buckling his belt.
“Well,” Donald said, pushing upright and resuming his stumble through the dark, “we've got all night.”
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1980 (A Baby Just Like You)
1982 (White Christmas Makes Me Blue)
1992 (Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas)
1998 (God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen)
1999 (I Wonder as I Wander)
2000 (Frosty the Snowman)
2002 (Coventry Carol)
2004 (Walking in a Winter Wonderland)
2005 (Holly, Jolly Christmas)
2006 (Do You Hear What I Hear?)
2009 (All I Want for Christmas is You)
2047 (Aspenglow)
Title: The Old Familiar Carols Play
Pairings: Donald/Timmy
Rating: various, with one NC-17 chapter
Spoilers: minor ones for most of the movies
Summary: Some Christmases are more memorable than others.
Warning: A crazy rainbow of emotions.
Author’s Note: I covered as many of the prompts as I could when writing this. If I left yours out, either thematically or musically, I do apologize. I could only fit in twelve chapters. Thanks guys! As always, thanks to my wonderful betas mjmcca and nyteflyer .
Poor Ornery Creatures
I wonder as I wander, out under the sky . . .
Donald staggered up the curb, stumbling over his own feet. He clutched at the streetlight as his legs tried to toss him face-first to the icy pavement.
“You fall down, I'm not picking your drunk ass up,” his companion - Gus? Gerry? What-the-fuck-ever - laughed. Donald shot him the finger over his shoulder. Gerald, Gaston, Gary - that was it, Gary - hooked a hand under Donald's elbow as he levered himself back upright.
“It's icy, you bitch,” Donald snapped, pushing the hand away. Gary held his hands up placatingly.
“Drunk, icy. Po-tay-to, po-tah-to,” Gary said, still snickering. Glaring blearily in the watery light, Donald licked numb lips. Privately, he had to acknowledge that he was pretty fucking wasted. After all, he could hardly tell Gary's dark skin from the dark night behind him. Which wasn't a good sign, but who the Hell cared? Donald surged forward, planting a sloppy kiss on Gary's white smile. Just to prove he could find it.
“Not drunk,” Donald mumbled, biting at Gary's lip. Gary clutched his ass tightly. With a grin, Donald palmed Gary's cock through his pants.
“Jesus, you're a slut,” Gary muttered. He took a long step backwards, dragging Donald toward the mouth of a nearby alley. Biting again, Donald followed. He let Gary shove him into a wall and claw at his belt.
“Gonna fuck you so hard,” Gary announced as he bared Donald's ass to the air. Donald laughed bitterly as Gary shoved thick fingers inside him. Pleasure and pain curled hot and hard around the base of his spine.
“Merry fucking Christmas,” Donald hissed. Yanking his fingers free, Gary plunged home. Donald yipped as pain overwhelmed pleasure for a moment before settling into an aching burn that seared and flared with each surge of Gary's hips.
“Fucking something,” Gary grunted. Donald laughed again as Gary crushed him against the wall. Gary fisted Donald's cock in one rough hand. Harsh and fast and just what Donald wanted. Deserved. Something. Gary squeezed Donald's cock almost bruisingly tight. That was gonna ache later.
“Yeah,” Donald sighed. He came sharply as Gary thrust harder - like being punched in the face by an orgasm. “Fucking something.” Gary came with a squeak. A fucking squeak. He pulled away leaving Donald aching and empty. Not that that was much of a change.
“Fuck, that was good. Gonna have to do that again,” Gary panted. Donald turned to slump against the alley wall. Tipping his head up, he stared up at the stars. Gary jerked his pants up, tucking Donald messily back in and buckling his belt.
“Well,” Donald said, pushing upright and resuming his stumble through the dark, “we've got all night.”
=+++=
1980 (A Baby Just Like You)
1982 (White Christmas Makes Me Blue)
1992 (Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas)
1998 (God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen)
1999 (I Wonder as I Wander)
2000 (Frosty the Snowman)
2002 (Coventry Carol)
2004 (Walking in a Winter Wonderland)
2005 (Holly, Jolly Christmas)
2006 (Do You Hear What I Hear?)
2009 (All I Want for Christmas is You)
2047 (Aspenglow)