Fic: A Debate
Mar. 26th, 2006 06:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
And, for a change of pace, a Ramon/Sands fic. BLAME WRITE IT WAS HER NOT ME OMG I'M INNOCENT.
*cough*
A Debate.
Rated PG-15 ish
"No way."
"…um, what?"
"I said No. Way."
"Oh, Christ, this was your idea."
"Exactly. We should do it my way, sweetcheeks, now come on."
"…you’re not serious."
"I’m dead serious."
"Look, Sands, not gonna happen."
"Well, that isn’t gonna happen either."
Someone shifts.
"Well."
"So."
Someone else scowls.
"Come on Sands."
"No."
"Scared of a little pain?"
"You fucking know I’m not."
"Then prove it."
"No."
"Well, if you’re not going to, there’s no reason I should."
"I’m taller than you?"
"No go. And how the fuck do you know that? You’re blind."
A vicious drag of a cigarette.
"Your breath. You leaned over my shoulder one day, I felt your breath on my neck."
"Oh."
Sunglasses begin to slip down a proud, thin nose.
"So."
"Well."
One gentle finger comes up to push the slipping glasses back into place, falling to gently brush the other man’s jaw.
"You bottom first, but I’ll take a turn afterwards?"
"You bottom first. Or it’s a no go."
A snort.
"Harsh bargain."
"Mmmm, I know. I’m a regular slave master. Can you dig it, sweetcheeks?"
"...I think I can dig it."
And the curtain closes.
*cough*
A Debate.
Rated PG-15 ish
"No way."
"…um, what?"
"I said No. Way."
"Oh, Christ, this was your idea."
"Exactly. We should do it my way, sweetcheeks, now come on."
"…you’re not serious."
"I’m dead serious."
"Look, Sands, not gonna happen."
"Well, that isn’t gonna happen either."
Someone shifts.
"Well."
"So."
Someone else scowls.
"Come on Sands."
"No."
"Scared of a little pain?"
"You fucking know I’m not."
"Then prove it."
"No."
"Well, if you’re not going to, there’s no reason I should."
"I’m taller than you?"
"No go. And how the fuck do you know that? You’re blind."
A vicious drag of a cigarette.
"Your breath. You leaned over my shoulder one day, I felt your breath on my neck."
"Oh."
Sunglasses begin to slip down a proud, thin nose.
"So."
"Well."
One gentle finger comes up to push the slipping glasses back into place, falling to gently brush the other man’s jaw.
"You bottom first, but I’ll take a turn afterwards?"
"You bottom first. Or it’s a no go."
A snort.
"Harsh bargain."
"Mmmm, I know. I’m a regular slave master. Can you dig it, sweetcheeks?"
"...I think I can dig it."
And the curtain closes.
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Date: 2006-03-26 11:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-26 11:41 pm (UTC)Wow, Random broke him in but good. *snicker*
Steph, I've said it before but I'll say it again. I fucking love you. :D :D
...but now I have to use a brain bleaching icon of the true OTP.
Yeah go on, write more. *enables*
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Date: 2006-03-27 12:00 am (UTC)Random: *is good at that sort of thing, yes*
*and is, incidentally, TOTALLY offscreen snapping pictures*