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-15
Date: 2005-09-03 02:55 am (UTC)"I know, Ray," Fraser said.
“Well, why do you keep doing that?”
“You stay out of it.” He replied, looking behind him.
“Come on Frase, I’m starting to think I’m the one that’s unhinged here.”
With one last ‘would you kindly leave me in peace’ Fraser started undressing.
Ray was transfixed.
The man was methodically taking off layers of his uniform like he just couldn’t stay in it a moment longer. He practically threw the hat onto a nearby chair. He took off his boots, his Sam Brown and swung the suspenders off his shoulders. He loosened the white t-shirt around the collar and just fell back into Ray's couch, his legs falling comfortably apart. He ran his fingers through his hair, sighing loudly.
Ray had to lean against something so as to not fall over. He’d never seen his partner like this. This was obviously a very important moment and all Ray could think about was that he’d kill for Fraser to finish his strip. Kill. Die. Whatever.
“I’d really like one of your malt beverages now Ray.” Fraser looked up at him with a rosy blush in his cheeks.
Ray tripped over his own feet getting to the refrigerator; took deep calming breaths. Beer. Turns out this was a day for changes, for revelations. He wondered if he might make one of his own. Wondered what he might hear.
“It’s my father.”
Re: F/K -- PG-15
Date: 2005-09-09 07:50 am (UTC)Fraser frowned, giving Ray a questioning glance.
Ray shrugged. "I think he thinks we're..."
"That we are what, Ray?"
Sitting down next to Fraser on the couch, Ray sighed deeply. He leaned back and closed his eyes. "You know... that we're..." Ray gestured between them.
"I am not altogether sure I know to what you are referring."
A low growl escaped Ray. The damned Mountie was going to force him to spell it out. "I'm pretty sure he thinks we're together." There, it was out, now he wasn't going to open his eyes. He didn't want to see Fraser pull back from him because it made him feel uneasy.
"Ah... Am I to deduct that with 'together' you mean..."
"Yeah," Ray cut him off.
"Ah..." There was a shift on the couch.
Ray finally found the courage to open his eyes and found Fraser, not pulling away, but a little closer than before. Clearing his throat, Ray just had to ask. "Doesn't that bother you?"
"Does it bother you?"
Ray took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. "Not really."
For that, he was rewarded a smile from Fraser he'd never seen before. But one he really liked.