Drabble Tree!
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ds_slash’s first drabble tree for those of us who aren’t going away for Labor Day Weekend. :( And for those of you on vacation who can sneak onto the computer. ;)
Rules:
1. Any dS slash pairing, genre and rating are allowed.
2. All drabbles should be 100-200 words long.
3. All drabbles must be posted as a comment to this post.
4. Choose a word, phrase or line from any previous drabble and reply to that drabble in the comments (thereby creating the tree effect).
5. Bold the text you’re ‘sharing’ with another drabble.
6. As a kindness to our readers, please include the pairing and rating in your subject line.
7. The drabble tree will be open until midnight Monday, September 5th.
8. Do not feedback on the drabbles here.
9. Have fun! *g*
A drabble to start us off - F/K, PG13:
Ray always had a toothpick in his mouth so Fraser had become accustomed to the way he held it between his teeth, the way his lips and tongue moved it from one side of his mouth to the other. He’d observed Ray eat the long strands of cheese off his pizza, wrap his lips around the mouth of a bottle of beer, and lick sauce off his fingers. But Fraser had never seen Ray suck on a lollipop before.
Fraser dragged his eyes away from Ray’s mouth and loosened his collar. “Ah, what flavor is that?”
“Root beer. Wanna taste?”
Fraser opened his mouth to reply but Ray just stuck the lollipop between his lips. He sat frozen.
“You need to suck on it, Frase.”
Fraser couldn’t hide his body’s reaction to that, but Ray didn’t seem to notice. Fraser closed his mouth and sucked on the lollipop. Ray’s eyes glazed.
“You like it?”
Fraser removed the lollipop. “Yes, Ray, very much so.”
“My turn.”
Ray leaned over Fraser and kissed him. He ran his tongue along Fraser’s lips and then slid it between them. Fraser moaned when their tongues met. He could taste root beer, and beneath that, Ray.
Okay, your turn! *points at all of you*
ds_slash’s first drabble tree for those of us who aren’t going away for Labor Day Weekend. :( And for those of you on vacation who can sneak onto the computer. ;)Rules:
1. Any dS slash pairing, genre and rating are allowed.
2. All drabbles should be 100-200 words long.
3. All drabbles must be posted as a comment to this post.
4. Choose a word, phrase or line from any previous drabble and reply to that drabble in the comments (thereby creating the tree effect).
5. Bold the text you’re ‘sharing’ with another drabble.
6. As a kindness to our readers, please include the pairing and rating in your subject line.
7. The drabble tree will be open until midnight Monday, September 5th.
8. Do not feedback on the drabbles here.
9. Have fun! *g*
A drabble to start us off - F/K, PG13:
Ray always had a toothpick in his mouth so Fraser had become accustomed to the way he held it between his teeth, the way his lips and tongue moved it from one side of his mouth to the other. He’d observed Ray eat the long strands of cheese off his pizza, wrap his lips around the mouth of a bottle of beer, and lick sauce off his fingers. But Fraser had never seen Ray suck on a lollipop before.
Fraser dragged his eyes away from Ray’s mouth and loosened his collar. “Ah, what flavor is that?”
“Root beer. Wanna taste?”
Fraser opened his mouth to reply but Ray just stuck the lollipop between his lips. He sat frozen.
“You need to suck on it, Frase.”
Fraser couldn’t hide his body’s reaction to that, but Ray didn’t seem to notice. Fraser closed his mouth and sucked on the lollipop. Ray’s eyes glazed.
“You like it?”
Fraser removed the lollipop. “Yes, Ray, very much so.”
“My turn.”
Ray leaned over Fraser and kissed him. He ran his tongue along Fraser’s lips and then slid it between them. Fraser moaned when their tongues met. He could taste root beer, and beneath that, Ray.
Okay, your turn! *points at all of you*
Re: F/K PG
Date: 2005-09-02 11:06 pm (UTC)"Oh come on, Fraser. If this is about the blond I already said I was sorry."
Fraser didn't answer just continued walking and Ray pressed the gas slightly to keep up.
"Fraser. C'mon."
The car behind honked loudly. Ray flicked a finger up and carried on.
After nearly two miles of Fraser walking, Ray's foot cramping over the gas pedal, and pissing off practically every driver in Chicago, Fraser knelt down, licked something, then straightened up and turned around. His expression was calm but Ray knew on the inside he was smirking. "This isn't about the blond, Ray."
Huh. "It isn't? What the hell is it about? We only went to the store what else could I have done to piss you off?"
"I'm not annoyed, Ray."
"You're not?"
"No. However while you were perusing the coffee aisle I happened to glance at the parking lot and see a young man tampering with your car. As his work was concentrated around the chassis, or the er, body of the vehicle rather than the engine I thought it safe to assume the detonator would be rigged to the gear level. You haven't gone above first, have you Ray?"
Ray blinked. "Detonator?"
Re: F/K PG
Date: 2005-09-03 06:01 pm (UTC)Fraser didn't reply. He was upturning everything in Ray's bedroom, tossing things across the room and at walls almost randomly -- if it was anybody else, he'd say it was random, but this was Fraser. His boots were on his bed and his jacket was on the floor. Fraser's hat was on the floor too -- he'd knocked it off when he'd stuck his head in the closet. This was so not good. "Fraser! What the fuck is -- "
Fraser leaped up suddenly and crossed the room, yanking on Ray's undershirt impatiently. "Tell me what you do every morning," he hissed urgently. "Tell me. What do you touch, what do you -- "
For one wild moment Ray was about to tell him about the hidden drawer in his roll-top desk -- something about how Fraser's fingernails were digging into his collarbone, how his shirt was suddenly too tight at the neck and his pants were -- "Bathroom," he croaks finally, and Fraser shoves him away and rushes down the hallway.
Goddamn. Four in the fucking morning. Can we talk about your colossally bad sense of timing, here?
Re: F/K PG
Date: 2005-09-04 06:01 am (UTC)And really that was all Ray could manage. He was long past thinking and instead was just reacting – his eyes closing, his arms moving, his hips thrusting. Overwhelmed and confused and too fucking close to coming to really consider how he had wound up pinned to his bed with Fraser’s tongue wrapped around his dick. This was nothing at all like he had ever imagined; Fraser wasn’t calm and he wasn’t in control and passion wasn’t taking a distant second to decorum. Instead –
His boots were on his bed and his jacket was on the floor and the fact that everything was backwards didn’t seem to bother Fraser at all.
Ray smiled between his moans, pulling on Fraser’s head until lips met lips and tongues collided. He realized that Fraser embracing the backwards was something Ray had already learned to love.