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Thinking about lovely Elijah, and wanting to post some music for his birthday, when I read about Paul Kantner's passing. Goddammit, 2016. Are we going to go through this every week?

Miracles - Jefferson Starship

Oh, you ripple like a river when I touch you
When I pluck your body like a string
And when I start dancing inside you
You make me want to sing...


Man, oh man. There's nothing like the music they were playing when you were fifteen, is there? This came out during my high school sophomore year, and it was the sex/love anthem of my youth. No other song expressed the feel of sex as well as this one for me. That long, slow crescendo towards orgasm, that saxophone that sounded as if it were rolling in the sheets, those moaning backing vocals, those frank lyrics, that intense breathlessness... it's fucking gorgeous, unbeatable.

And you know, just perfect for celebrating lovely youth and hot fantasies. So turn off the lights, light a candle, have a little of your favorite attitude adjuster, and settle back for a long, slow climb into the stars with your beautiful dream of choice.

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I wrote this years ago in response to a poem an online friend wrote. Thought folks here might get a kick out of it.



Predators


and what are men but smooth jaguars
lying furled and sated over the corpses they make of us
as we sweetly, sweetly bleed
our lives running in calm rivulets
over claws nestled closely in our flesh?

what are they but great delicious bears
licking their muzzles clean of the honey
they’ve stolen from our guarded hives?

when do they not kill us,
when do they not tear us to shreds
obliterate us
and send our souls reeling into
that red red fate
where we are nothing
if not willing to go?

how comes such sweet murder encased
within those sculptures of flesh
lines and planes and
smells of yeasty bread
rising to the heat of our eager ovens
and the sparkle of eyes and teeth and
rough demanding hands
all supple and soft to our cries?

why do we spread ourselves so
open upon the altar
to their sacrificial knives
happily begging to die
screaming our deaths in
fast sulphurious joy
crying out to whatever god
has ears to hear that
happy slaughter
the death that comes only
in life?

what are men but priestly panthers
hypnotic and hidden in the wild landscape
amber eyes glowing over limbs
hotly folded
rumbling deep their lava song
and eventually asleep
above the kill?
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Remember that picture on my desktop? Well, funny thing about that...

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Leather (Pt. 1)
by Serai


The pale sunlight limns the skin of Zeke’s shoulders as he pulls the jacket on, and Casey smiles. The skin of one animal on the skin of another – his hands start clenching lightly, wanting to feel it. The rough denim of Zeke’s ratty black jeans runs under his palms as he slides his hands around the narrow waistband, then up under leather ( warming over the hot skin... )

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Chapter 23 of High Contrast
Chapter 24

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My, people come and go so quickly here! - Dorothy Gale, The Wizard of Oz



Filter
by Serai


When the bell over the door to Terrence Miller Artworks sounded, ( the artist himself was sitting at his scanning station )

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Chapter 20 of High Contrast
Chapter 21

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May I just say that watching Elijah Wood jerk off to a video of himself with three sex slaves is, you know... really fucking WEIRD?


Just wanted to toss that out there.

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Whisper
by Serai


( ”What do I want?” Zeke smiles, )

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Chapter 17 of High Contrast
Chapter 18

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So here it is, finally. Damn.

This chapter fits into my original timeline after White Noise. Angst warning, as usual.

Enjoy!

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Secret
by Serai


On the Friday after the holidays, after the return to school, Casey pauses inside Zeke’s front door. He always pauses here for a moment, to take a breath, to try and steady himself, ( but it never works... )

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Chapter 16 of High Contrast
Chapter 17

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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!

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Storm
by Serai


( Casey stands at his bedroom window, drenched and shivering... )

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Chapter 15 of High Contrast
Chapter 16

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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... )

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Chapter 14 of High Contrast
Chapter 15

I have two confrontations brewing, and both of them are intensely sexual. My god, these two are beautiful - so young and gorgeous and heartbreaking.

One thing I found out: if you're going to write your climax early, you better be prepared to back it up. This shit is intense. Yeah, yeah - no surprise there. Fuck you. ;P

I am loving this. I am loving them. Oh, Aphrodite. You're such a bitch.