whoops, sorry, ficlet
I appear to have let my inner bitch out on LJ again. So terribly sorry. I had a really terrible night last night, but I'm feeling better for several hours of sleep and whatnot.
So, fannish-wise, I've been writing Kinsey-smut again. There was a vague semblence of plot, but who needs plot when you have Kinsey-smut? So I got rid of it.
NC-17
SG-1
Jack/Kinsey
set in the 2010 timeline
305 words:
Jack bent his aching knees and lowered himself to the floor. If it had been a scene, pre-structured and desired, Kinsey would have ordered him, humiliated him, made him beg.
But it wasn't a scene and Kinsey was gritting his teeth too hard to say anything. If they'd kissed, mabye -- but Kinsey wouldn't. Jack wondered what other grisley skeletons Kinsey had, but didn't really care.
Kinsey's dick was small and nestled in greying pubic hair and Jack was blinded by flourescent lights -- this was the brightest bathroom he'd ever sucked dick in.
He didn't know if it would be easier if he were aroused, if he could ignore the chemical smell, the decaying taste of old flesh, the unwilling moans Kinsey let escape. Jack concentrated on forcing those sounds out, as if he could make Kinsey pay for this surrender. He could suck dick, even if he couldn't lead a team or save the world or keep his friends or woo a woman. He could suck dick, and Kinsey was the biggest prick he knew. He dragged his tongue against Kinsey's shaft, lifted a hand to his balls, thought of Daniel and closed his eyes and then felt guilty for bringing Daniel into his own sordid misadventures. He opened his eyes and saw Kinsey's hairy legs and if he crossed his eyes, his own mouth sucking, licking, twisting and curling around Kinsey.
Then Kinsey came, watery and sick-tasting, without warning or exclamation. Jack spat, wondered if the floor of this room had been thus christained before, and pulled himself to his feet.
"God will punish you, you know."
"Get over yourself, Kinsey."
"Fag," said Kinsey, and pulled up his pants with the dignity only a lifetime of hypocrisy could manage, and Jack left him with his hatred and his guilt and his satiation.
So's anyhow... there's life. There's suck. There's Way Too Much CRAP to do. And I finally ordered ethernet cable and power cord from Office Max and they should be here next Friday. Until then, it's Grafton for me!
Lurveness,
RE
So, fannish-wise, I've been writing Kinsey-smut again. There was a vague semblence of plot, but who needs plot when you have Kinsey-smut? So I got rid of it.
NC-17
SG-1
Jack/Kinsey
set in the 2010 timeline
305 words:
Jack bent his aching knees and lowered himself to the floor. If it had been a scene, pre-structured and desired, Kinsey would have ordered him, humiliated him, made him beg.
But it wasn't a scene and Kinsey was gritting his teeth too hard to say anything. If they'd kissed, mabye -- but Kinsey wouldn't. Jack wondered what other grisley skeletons Kinsey had, but didn't really care.
Kinsey's dick was small and nestled in greying pubic hair and Jack was blinded by flourescent lights -- this was the brightest bathroom he'd ever sucked dick in.
He didn't know if it would be easier if he were aroused, if he could ignore the chemical smell, the decaying taste of old flesh, the unwilling moans Kinsey let escape. Jack concentrated on forcing those sounds out, as if he could make Kinsey pay for this surrender. He could suck dick, even if he couldn't lead a team or save the world or keep his friends or woo a woman. He could suck dick, and Kinsey was the biggest prick he knew. He dragged his tongue against Kinsey's shaft, lifted a hand to his balls, thought of Daniel and closed his eyes and then felt guilty for bringing Daniel into his own sordid misadventures. He opened his eyes and saw Kinsey's hairy legs and if he crossed his eyes, his own mouth sucking, licking, twisting and curling around Kinsey.
Then Kinsey came, watery and sick-tasting, without warning or exclamation. Jack spat, wondered if the floor of this room had been thus christained before, and pulled himself to his feet.
"God will punish you, you know."
"Get over yourself, Kinsey."
"Fag," said Kinsey, and pulled up his pants with the dignity only a lifetime of hypocrisy could manage, and Jack left him with his hatred and his guilt and his satiation.
So's anyhow... there's life. There's suck. There's Way Too Much CRAP to do. And I finally ordered ethernet cable and power cord from Office Max and they should be here next Friday. Until then, it's Grafton for me!
Lurveness,
RE