Fast - Z/C, Tinyfic
Tuesday, December 1st, 2015 04:33 pm.
Here's another one of those little 3-line things. This one off the prompt: fast.
Fast
It's been a month, and Casey is nearly frantic. There's only so much he can take, aching to use his hand, and his frustration is tripled by having to see Zeke in the halls every day, that infuriating little smile on his face as he plays another of his mindfuck games. The feel of those laughing lips on his, those talented fingers tightening painfully in his hair and the rough whisper, "Not until I say," all sear his dreams, and in the middle of the night he clutches his pillow to keep from disobeying, his futile thoughts of revenge no comfort against the knowledge of being owned.
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Here's another one of those little 3-line things. This one off the prompt: fast.
Fast
It's been a month, and Casey is nearly frantic. There's only so much he can take, aching to use his hand, and his frustration is tripled by having to see Zeke in the halls every day, that infuriating little smile on his face as he plays another of his mindfuck games. The feel of those laughing lips on his, those talented fingers tightening painfully in his hair and the rough whisper, "Not until I say," all sear his dreams, and in the middle of the night he clutches his pillow to keep from disobeying, his futile thoughts of revenge no comfort against the knowledge of being owned.
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Oh, that ice cream suit...
Sunday, July 26th, 2015 07:00 am.
Came across this bit of silly while cleaning out my old LJ reply emails. It was a comment Tig posted as a reply to a crossover challenge: Miami Vice and They Might Be Giants.
Really. What were these people thinking?
Regardless, this is the ficlet I came up with. Enjoy, LOLOL.
If anyone can come up with a title for this, I'd love to hear it.
"Fuck!"
That didn't sound like a compliment. Ric raised his head. "What is it now?"
"This isn't gonna work, Tubbs." Sonny scrubbed his face with his hands, making a scratchy sound against his perpetual five-o-clock shadow.
"Why not?" What the fuck, white boy always had some kinda problem.
"Look, I appreciate the offer, but... You got some weird-ass taste in music, my friend." Crockett grabbed a pillow and threw it at the stereo. "I mean, I'm all for the occasional kink, but hearing over and over again how I'm gettin' older every minute isn't exactly conducive, if you catch my drift."
Ricardo rolled his eyes, sat up and stretched his jaw muscles. Sonny wasn't exactly quick. "So what instead?"
Crockett got up. "Nah, out of time. Deal's going down in twenty and we gotta be there." He pulled on his pants and reached for his cigarettes...
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Came across this bit of silly while cleaning out my old LJ reply emails. It was a comment Tig posted as a reply to a crossover challenge: Miami Vice and They Might Be Giants.
Really. What were these people thinking?
Regardless, this is the ficlet I came up with. Enjoy, LOLOL.
If anyone can come up with a title for this, I'd love to hear it.
"Fuck!"
That didn't sound like a compliment. Ric raised his head. "What is it now?"
"This isn't gonna work, Tubbs." Sonny scrubbed his face with his hands, making a scratchy sound against his perpetual five-o-clock shadow.
"Why not?" What the fuck, white boy always had some kinda problem.
"Look, I appreciate the offer, but... You got some weird-ass taste in music, my friend." Crockett grabbed a pillow and threw it at the stereo. "I mean, I'm all for the occasional kink, but hearing over and over again how I'm gettin' older every minute isn't exactly conducive, if you catch my drift."
Ricardo rolled his eyes, sat up and stretched his jaw muscles. Sonny wasn't exactly quick. "So what instead?"
Crockett got up. "Nah, out of time. Deal's going down in twenty and we gotta be there." He pulled on his pants and reached for his cigarettes...
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Storm - C/Z, R
Sunday, July 19th, 2015 06:50 pm.
A late fic for
mews1945's birthday!
I so wanted to post a first-time for your birthday, dear Mewsie, but the boys are still too skittish. This is what they gave me instead. I hope you enjoy it!
Storm
by Serai
( Casey stands at his bedroom window, drenched and shivering... )
Chapter 15 of High Contrast
Chapter 16
A late fic for
I so wanted to post a first-time for your birthday, dear Mewsie, but the boys are still too skittish. This is what they gave me instead. I hope you enjoy it!
Storm
by Serai
( Casey stands at his bedroom window, drenched and shivering... )
Chapter 15 of High Contrast
Chapter 16
Scary monsters
Sunday, July 19th, 2015 08:51 am.
FML. I'm trying desperately to write my way around the fact that, now that it comes right down to it, these two sweet creatures are completely terrified of each other.
I did not expect that. I did not foresee that. This, for me, is one of the biggest frustrations and greatest delights of writing stories - realizing that a character has taken on his own life to the point where he refuses to cooperate. That is utterly thrilling. It freaks me out every time. I love it.
Now these two are circling each other, hungry, alert to danger, and so horny one touch could bring them off simultaneously. All I can do is wait, and watch them glowing like diamonds in the dark.
FML. I'm trying desperately to write my way around the fact that, now that it comes right down to it, these two sweet creatures are completely terrified of each other.
I did not expect that. I did not foresee that. This, for me, is one of the biggest frustrations and greatest delights of writing stories - realizing that a character has taken on his own life to the point where he refuses to cooperate. That is utterly thrilling. It freaks me out every time. I love it.
Now these two are circling each other, hungry, alert to danger, and so horny one touch could bring them off simultaneously. All I can do is wait, and watch them glowing like diamonds in the dark.
Ride - C/Z, NC-17
Friday, July 17th, 2015 03:34 pm.
Ride
by Serai
The thick autumn heat makes Oak Dr. shimmer as it runs off on the diagonal from the school parking lot. ( Zeke stares at the elusive movement... )
Chapter 14 of High Contrast
Chapter 15
Ride
by Serai
The thick autumn heat makes Oak Dr. shimmer as it runs off on the diagonal from the school parking lot. ( Zeke stares at the elusive movement... )
Chapter 14 of High Contrast
Chapter 15
Cage - C/Z, NC-17
Thursday, July 16th, 2015 07:27 pm.
This crosses over from preslash into slash, I think. As before, I'll probably be editing over the next few hours.
Enjoy.
Cage
by Serai
( It’s been a week, and Zeke hasn’t come near him... )
Chapter 13 of High Contrast
Chapter 14
This crosses over from preslash into slash, I think. As before, I'll probably be editing over the next few hours.
Enjoy.
Cage
by Serai
( It’s been a week, and Zeke hasn’t come near him... )
Chapter 13 of High Contrast
Chapter 14
Smoke (Pt. 1) - C/Z (Preslash, R)
Tuesday, July 14th, 2015 11:50 pm.
Smoke (Pt. 1)
By Serai
( The darkroom has always been Casey’s sanctuary... )
Chapter 10 of High Contrast
Chapter 11
Smoke (Pt. 1)
By Serai
( The darkroom has always been Casey’s sanctuary... )
Chapter 10 of High Contrast
Chapter 11