Little idea been in my head for a while. For some reason it was really kicking me this morning, and I decided to do something with it. ^___^ It's the beginning of a fic. Just about 500 words. I'm going to be a little bitch and just post this. I won't tell you the plot, but it's alarmingly obvious from the set up. I think I'm curious if anyone's interested.
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Greg felt his back hit the wall hard enough to hurt and slammed his eyes shut; tendrils of pain shot through his shoulder blades, tingling his spine, and it only made his cock twitch, already straining in his slacks.
“We can’t...” he whispered, low, even as a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, even as his body betrayed his words, pressing forward, searching for friction, his hands digging into his lover’s curls, his jacket hitching against the wall, sliding along it as he tried desperately to run his cock along the obviously willing body before him.
But his only response was a smirk returned and a low, throaty chuckle before Josie leaned forward, pressing her lips to his in a gentle, chaste kiss that left far too much desired. Greg groaned in frustration as she pulled away, his hips jerking against empty air.
“Tease,” he almost whined, and the tone of voice would have him cringing if not for the fact that he had long ago stopped caring.
“You said it yourself,” Josie came back, her voice just above a whisper, lingering sing-song in the air between them. Her red painted nails ghosted over the tent in his pants; Greg opened his eyes to see her lips—full and beautiful and the same erotically glossy red—twisted darkly, the expression only softened by the affection in her eyes. “We can’t. No time, right darling?”
“Bitch.”
Josie chuckled and Greg pushed forward, his hands finding her rounded hips, dragging her forward for that much needed friction as he kissed her, hard, sure that the red that stained her lips would be doing the same for him if he kept this up.
She laughed, startled and happy against his mouth, playfully pushing against his shoulders until he was forced to release her. “Bad boy,” she admonished, almost promised.
She turned then, tucking her ass against his cock, raising her arms to dig her fingers into his hair, her palms and thumbs grazing his jaw line, brushing the shell of his ear. He settled his hands atop her hips, closing his eyes in sheer pleasure, and when she spoke, he only half heard her, far more inclined to just feel.
“Have you met the new boy?” Josie asked, closing her eyes, a soft smile the only hint of the images behind her eyes. “He’s...tall....”
Greg chuckled at that, never one to be lost at a little innuendo. “This ain’t good enough for you?” He gave a particularly hard thrust at that, one that almost had himself whimpering and she purring.
Her hands tightened in his hair just so, paused enough that he had to wonder if she’d relent, if she wouldn’t make them wait until after the show, wouldn’t force him to dart off to the nearest lavatory with three minutes to show time, but then she spoke again, and her voice was damnably strong and sure.
“You two would get on rather well, I think.”
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Greg felt his back hit the wall hard enough to hurt and slammed his eyes shut; tendrils of pain shot through his shoulder blades, tingling his spine, and it only made his cock twitch, already straining in his slacks.
“We can’t...” he whispered, low, even as a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, even as his body betrayed his words, pressing forward, searching for friction, his hands digging into his lover’s curls, his jacket hitching against the wall, sliding along it as he tried desperately to run his cock along the obviously willing body before him.
But his only response was a smirk returned and a low, throaty chuckle before Josie leaned forward, pressing her lips to his in a gentle, chaste kiss that left far too much desired. Greg groaned in frustration as she pulled away, his hips jerking against empty air.
“Tease,” he almost whined, and the tone of voice would have him cringing if not for the fact that he had long ago stopped caring.
“You said it yourself,” Josie came back, her voice just above a whisper, lingering sing-song in the air between them. Her red painted nails ghosted over the tent in his pants; Greg opened his eyes to see her lips—full and beautiful and the same erotically glossy red—twisted darkly, the expression only softened by the affection in her eyes. “We can’t. No time, right darling?”
“Bitch.”
Josie chuckled and Greg pushed forward, his hands finding her rounded hips, dragging her forward for that much needed friction as he kissed her, hard, sure that the red that stained her lips would be doing the same for him if he kept this up.
She laughed, startled and happy against his mouth, playfully pushing against his shoulders until he was forced to release her. “Bad boy,” she admonished, almost promised.
She turned then, tucking her ass against his cock, raising her arms to dig her fingers into his hair, her palms and thumbs grazing his jaw line, brushing the shell of his ear. He settled his hands atop her hips, closing his eyes in sheer pleasure, and when she spoke, he only half heard her, far more inclined to just feel.
“Have you met the new boy?” Josie asked, closing her eyes, a soft smile the only hint of the images behind her eyes. “He’s...tall....”
Greg chuckled at that, never one to be lost at a little innuendo. “This ain’t good enough for you?” He gave a particularly hard thrust at that, one that almost had himself whimpering and she purring.
Her hands tightened in his hair just so, paused enough that he had to wonder if she’d relent, if she wouldn’t make them wait until after the show, wouldn’t force him to dart off to the nearest lavatory with three minutes to show time, but then she spoke again, and her voice was damnably strong and sure.
“You two would get on rather well, I think.”
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Oddly enough, I had a feeling a Greg/Josie was on the cards from you at some point :)
I'm wondering if he's going to leave Josie for Ryan or if she's gonna end up with both of them.
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What was that for? D:
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I'm wondering if he's going to leave Josie for Ryan or if she's gonna end up with both of them. -- *smirks* Good question. ^_^
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And Cae! Way to get into other pairings dudette!! *claps* Just stick with me on our OTP, yeah? Heh. We may eventually be the only two left. *snicker* *mimes playing a violin while the Titanic goes slowly down*
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Second OTP = Xena/Gabrielle - 10 years...write probably more than K/S because I get paid to do it
Third OTP: Ryan/Colin = 3 years. Read and write.
Thought as I said the last two times, now for some reason I had a Kirk/Uhura fetish and am perusing that, finding some absolutely FANTASTIC authors, enough to pull allnighters for and suffer the next day with no sleep. Ahh. The joys of reading.
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When I first started watching UK eps, I refused to watch anything without Colin, which left out a ton from the first half of the show. Then I watched all the Greg episodes, which filled in a bunch of the gaps, then I watched all the Ryan eps, which filled in a tiny bit more. Now I have a smattering of episodes in the earlier seasons I tell myself to watch, but it's so hard. :P But yes. Dude. Early UK is good because Greg has immediate chemistry with both Josie and Clive, though the fact that he's slashy with Mike is the teeniest bit disturbing. ^____^
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