I wrote fic! Sort of.
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lierdumoaFun fact about my writing -- most of it revolves around sex. I mean, really. I'll come up with a great idea for a PWP, and then realize that the scene I've imagined won't work without some kind of buildup, and next thing I know there's a nearly 7000 word monstrosity sitting on my harddrive. That last Gale/Randy fic I posted? Originally all I wanted to do was write angry kitchen sex.
So I'm writing a Harry/Draco fic. Here is my chance to prove to myself that I can in fact write something that isn't NC-17. I know many people have the opposite problem, but let me assure you that this is difficult for me.
Where am I going with this? Well, to make up for the absence of sex in my H/D fic (as yet, still incomplete), I wrote a PWP this morning.
Title: Good
Fandom: QaF RPS
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gale/Randy
Summary: PWP; Gale POV
Warning: unbeta'd
Randy likes it a little rough sometimes. We'll be making out. On the couch, or something equally juvenile. He'll lift his hips and shove down his boxers. Then he'll pull me into a straddle over his thighs and yank down my underwear while I'm busy bracing myself on his shoulders, grab the hand lotion from the end table, squirt some into his hand, and go to work.
Yes, that would be oil based lotion. No, there wouldn't happen to also be a condom on that end table. I'm not Brian Kinney, Randy's most definitely not Justin Taylor, and isn't fucking without a condom one of the main perks of getting hitched?
Which we did. Sort of. Last year. Went up to Toronto, signed the paperwork. There wasn't much of a ceremony. We tend to avoid large gatherings of people. We're about six times as anti-social together as we are apart. I suppose being in a couple is supposed to improve you as a person rather than just give you an opportunity to feed off the other person's bad habits. But we're happy, so fuck it.
So we have sex the married way. The cheap and dangerous way. We trust each other well enough. I was never a particularly big fan of casual sex and Randy cheated on his boyfriend exactly once. With me. He called the guy and told him the next morning and then he was my boyfriend. All mine.
Allow me to just skip the segue here and bring us straight back to the couch and the straddling and Randy's fingers slipping out of my ass.
He doesn't waste much time on preparation. Just slides some lotion over himself and starts to work himself in slowly. Really slowly. It seems to take him hours to get all the way in. I know I won't notice the soreness till the next morning when I can't sit down. Slow torture. For both of us. By the time he's about halfway in I'm straining for more and his hands are gripping my hips like a vise, working against me to maintain his excruciatingly slow pace.
Just when I think I might lift my arms up from his shoulders to curl around his neck and choke him to death if he doesn't hurry up for the love of God -- he lets go. Hands off my hips. I realize that my ass is pressed against his thighs and he's buried to the hilt in me.
I sit and enjoy the feeling for a moment. I let my eyes fall shut in a slow blink. By the time Randy's face comes back into focus, I see that he's biting hard into his bottom lip. His eyes are giving me a pleading look that says, 'do something please...please...before I break.'
My hands move, one sliding down his shoulder to grip his bicep, the other sliding up to curl around his nape. I bend to kiss him, and it's only when my lips touch his that I realize I've stopped breathing. I start up again, hard and heavy against his face. I always feel ridiculous right then, gasping like a landed fish. Randy would probably say I look ridiculous, but by this time my body's finally gotten with the program and I'm lifting myself off him, pushing back down, and he's sliding in and out, faster and faster and neither of us are thinking about outward appearances.
I'm not self aware during sex. I leave it to Randy to be aware of the both of us. It's always him who slides his hand between my legs to jerk me off when I can't even remember if I have hands anymore. It's always him who traces his fingers along my hips afterwards to soothe the slight bruises he left.
Any bruises I leave are always a complete surprise to me when I discover them afterwards. The finger marks on his bicep. The tooth marks on the side of his neck. I suppose I must have bitten him when I came. I forget myself. He likes me like this, so I don't tell him how it scares me a little. Cheap, dangerous, bareback, over-emotional, married sex.
Afterwards I'll drift off, him still inside me. Leave him to do the cleanup. He's good for that. He's good.
We're good.
So I'm writing a Harry/Draco fic. Here is my chance to prove to myself that I can in fact write something that isn't NC-17. I know many people have the opposite problem, but let me assure you that this is difficult for me.
Where am I going with this? Well, to make up for the absence of sex in my H/D fic (as yet, still incomplete), I wrote a PWP this morning.
Title: Good
Fandom: QaF RPS
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Gale/Randy
Summary: PWP; Gale POV
Warning: unbeta'd
Randy likes it a little rough sometimes. We'll be making out. On the couch, or something equally juvenile. He'll lift his hips and shove down his boxers. Then he'll pull me into a straddle over his thighs and yank down my underwear while I'm busy bracing myself on his shoulders, grab the hand lotion from the end table, squirt some into his hand, and go to work.
Yes, that would be oil based lotion. No, there wouldn't happen to also be a condom on that end table. I'm not Brian Kinney, Randy's most definitely not Justin Taylor, and isn't fucking without a condom one of the main perks of getting hitched?
Which we did. Sort of. Last year. Went up to Toronto, signed the paperwork. There wasn't much of a ceremony. We tend to avoid large gatherings of people. We're about six times as anti-social together as we are apart. I suppose being in a couple is supposed to improve you as a person rather than just give you an opportunity to feed off the other person's bad habits. But we're happy, so fuck it.
So we have sex the married way. The cheap and dangerous way. We trust each other well enough. I was never a particularly big fan of casual sex and Randy cheated on his boyfriend exactly once. With me. He called the guy and told him the next morning and then he was my boyfriend. All mine.
Allow me to just skip the segue here and bring us straight back to the couch and the straddling and Randy's fingers slipping out of my ass.
He doesn't waste much time on preparation. Just slides some lotion over himself and starts to work himself in slowly. Really slowly. It seems to take him hours to get all the way in. I know I won't notice the soreness till the next morning when I can't sit down. Slow torture. For both of us. By the time he's about halfway in I'm straining for more and his hands are gripping my hips like a vise, working against me to maintain his excruciatingly slow pace.
Just when I think I might lift my arms up from his shoulders to curl around his neck and choke him to death if he doesn't hurry up for the love of God -- he lets go. Hands off my hips. I realize that my ass is pressed against his thighs and he's buried to the hilt in me.
I sit and enjoy the feeling for a moment. I let my eyes fall shut in a slow blink. By the time Randy's face comes back into focus, I see that he's biting hard into his bottom lip. His eyes are giving me a pleading look that says, 'do something please...please...before I break.'
My hands move, one sliding down his shoulder to grip his bicep, the other sliding up to curl around his nape. I bend to kiss him, and it's only when my lips touch his that I realize I've stopped breathing. I start up again, hard and heavy against his face. I always feel ridiculous right then, gasping like a landed fish. Randy would probably say I look ridiculous, but by this time my body's finally gotten with the program and I'm lifting myself off him, pushing back down, and he's sliding in and out, faster and faster and neither of us are thinking about outward appearances.
I'm not self aware during sex. I leave it to Randy to be aware of the both of us. It's always him who slides his hand between my legs to jerk me off when I can't even remember if I have hands anymore. It's always him who traces his fingers along my hips afterwards to soothe the slight bruises he left.
Any bruises I leave are always a complete surprise to me when I discover them afterwards. The finger marks on his bicep. The tooth marks on the side of his neck. I suppose I must have bitten him when I came. I forget myself. He likes me like this, so I don't tell him how it scares me a little. Cheap, dangerous, bareback, over-emotional, married sex.
Afterwards I'll drift off, him still inside me. Leave him to do the cleanup. He's good for that. He's good.
We're good.
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Date: 2004-10-13 03:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 04:59 pm (UTC);-)
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Date: 2004-10-13 03:13 pm (UTC)He's good for that. He's good.
We're good.<>
AWWWW!!
:D!
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Date: 2004-10-13 05:01 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2004-10-13 08:34 pm (UTC)& I just had to reply to this comment because I LOVE your icon. It's faaabulous.
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Date: 2004-10-13 03:16 pm (UTC)I loved this *so much*! ♥
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Also - can I archive it?
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Date: 2004-10-13 05:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 03:18 pm (UTC)You got me at the first sentence. Because: hottest first sentence EVER. Oh my. Exactly what I needed right here, right now.
♥
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Date: 2004-10-13 05:14 pm (UTC)*giggles*
I only speak the truth.
;-)
OMG really? I've always wanted my fic to inspire squee-filled IM conversations. Post the conversation in comments if it ever happens again cause that would, like, totally make my life.
Awwwwww.
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Date: 2004-10-13 03:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 05:16 pm (UTC)*wipes off keyboard*
I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for the flattering feedback!
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Date: 2004-10-13 03:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 05:17 pm (UTC)Well, I suppose un petit mort is okay.
;-)
Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2004-10-13 03:49 pm (UTC)I suppose being in a couple is supposed to improve you as a person rather than just give you an opportunity to feed of the other person's bad habits. But we're happy, so fuck it.
*happy sigh*
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Date: 2004-10-13 05:18 pm (UTC)Mmmmmmmm. Coooooffeeeeeee.
*cough*
Where was I? Oh yes -- thankyou for your kind praise.
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Date: 2004-10-13 04:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 05:22 pm (UTC)So glad you enjoyed the fic! Or, more like pornlet, really. Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2004-10-13 05:27 pm (UTC)We're good.
You're Good! No wait... much better than good. Orgasmically talented! Yes!
That was exactly what I needed today. Perfect. And I always love it when Gale/Brian (either one) is the bottom. LOL
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Date: 2004-10-13 05:56 pm (UTC);-)
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Date: 2004-10-13 08:00 pm (UTC)I found this 100% believable. LOL
I'd just finished watching the debates..therefore I was highly irritated, but after reading this, pure zen. :D
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Date: 2004-10-14 12:32 pm (UTC)Zen is good.
Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2004-10-13 08:13 pm (UTC)omg!! :">
So so wonderful and lovely. Gale/Randy, barebacking, and marriage = :D!!!!
I love so very much.
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Date: 2004-10-14 12:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-13 08:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-14 12:36 pm (UTC)On the other hand, if I were to write a B/J sex scene I'd need a pairing specific idea.
I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2004-10-13 09:22 pm (UTC)Re: O_O
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Date: 2004-10-13 10:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-14 12:38 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2004-10-13 11:28 pm (UTC)Blimey, it doesn't get much better than that!
Perfect, thank you.
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Date: 2004-10-14 12:38 pm (UTC):)
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Date: 2004-10-14 12:50 am (UTC)oh and btw, your stick figure icon had me laughing for 10 minutes straight
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Date: 2004-10-14 12:39 pm (UTC)Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2004-10-14 01:20 am (UTC)You so had me from the start. <333 And then there's rawfucking and domestic goodness and "He's good." and just, guh. Beautiful.
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Date: 2004-10-14 12:40 pm (UTC)I'm so used to rawfucking in other fandoms that I forget it's a treasured rarity in this fandom. Glad you enjoyed the fic!
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Date: 2004-10-14 01:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-14 12:43 pm (UTC);-)
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Date: 2004-10-14 01:07 pm (UTC)Yeah!
Date: 2004-10-15 03:26 pm (UTC)Re: Yeah!
Date: 2004-10-15 05:11 pm (UTC)Feel free to recc this fic wherever you want. Please don't archive it anywhere -- just link back to this entry.
:)
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Date: 2004-10-20 04:47 am (UTC)Thanks <3 - (saving in my memories b4 I forget it.)