pccf teaser.
Feb. 8th, 2009 09:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
behindthecare you ready to go back to the place? (see how lame i was there? i know, god.)
It's silent after that but Brendon's legs are already dragging him out of bed, across the soft pad of carpet. The bathroom door is cracked, pulled to the edge, but Brendon's hand is pushing it open without permission, and he's at once grateful for the support of the doorframe when the image hits him.
His fingers are gripping the white wooden molding of the frame hard enough to break it off, knuckles instantly colorless, as his eyes adjust to the haze of steam swirling up through the shower and above the top of the glass sides, a teasing veil to the sight within: Ryan's body is stretched long, one arm high above his head and braced against the wall beside the chrome showerhead, fingers curling in vain against the silver-gray ceramic tiles. Brendon's eyes trail over the peach-colored line of his body, down over the slight slump of his shoulders, head bent low to his chest, exposing the curve of his neck, mouth open and flaming red in the water's heat, eyes shut to the outside world. Down, down further, over the jut of his hips and the delicate arch of his lower back, the S-curve where it meets his ass, and his other hand...
Oh sweet Jesus, his other hand.
There's nothing to see clearly through all the steam, but it's clear enough. Long, heat-loose fingers curled around his erection, stroking slow and lazy, almost teasing, and Brendon is pretty damn sure this has just ruined him for every other fantasy stored in his stockpile, forever and ever amen.
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plus, while we're on pccf, an amusing snippet of convo as i was sharing my notes with becca:
me: lol god i love my notes
bden stares for a moment then attacks him w/ sofa cushions. they end up on the floor. possible erections.
it sounds like a weather report
"slight chance of erections today at 3pm"
Becca: ...how do you prepare for that? umbrellas? boots?
me: lube.
Becca: that just seems...no
me: yeah
Becca: that seems like the exact opposite
me: ahaha
Sent at 2:37 PM on Friday
me: discussion of, "you're like, jesus, all glowy. did i miss something? did you have sex last night?" b: "nah, but i did jerk off to a really nice image." r: "...what image was that exactly?" b raises an eyebrow: "are you seriously asking me this? you actually want to know what i jerk off to, because that's just -- " "okay, okay, no!" then they make pancakes.
i think i should just write the entire story like this.
and end every chapter with "and then they make pancakes."
Becca: LOL!
word.
in other news, i have chosen a prompt! \o/ i hate to say it, but i was kind of sold on it from the moment it was posted. you know when something just clicks with you? and then it started writing itself in my head so i knew i was screwed. i have chosen the pete/ryan that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drunknballerina offered, and to hell with the fact that so few people like pete/ryan. nobody writes phanplan fic either, but the one i wrote i was really proud of; plus i often write nontraditional pairings in a way that converts people to them, so. this'll be good. i'm happy. thanks to EVERYONE who prompted; you guys all had awesome ideas and i've kept them all in a file for future use.
gimme a week on this (or a day; no idea how easily it'll come to me), and then i can start writing us some motherfucking ryden, which i know is what you all want. ;)
It's silent after that but Brendon's legs are already dragging him out of bed, across the soft pad of carpet. The bathroom door is cracked, pulled to the edge, but Brendon's hand is pushing it open without permission, and he's at once grateful for the support of the doorframe when the image hits him.
His fingers are gripping the white wooden molding of the frame hard enough to break it off, knuckles instantly colorless, as his eyes adjust to the haze of steam swirling up through the shower and above the top of the glass sides, a teasing veil to the sight within: Ryan's body is stretched long, one arm high above his head and braced against the wall beside the chrome showerhead, fingers curling in vain against the silver-gray ceramic tiles. Brendon's eyes trail over the peach-colored line of his body, down over the slight slump of his shoulders, head bent low to his chest, exposing the curve of his neck, mouth open and flaming red in the water's heat, eyes shut to the outside world. Down, down further, over the jut of his hips and the delicate arch of his lower back, the S-curve where it meets his ass, and his other hand...
Oh sweet Jesus, his other hand.
There's nothing to see clearly through all the steam, but it's clear enough. Long, heat-loose fingers curled around his erection, stroking slow and lazy, almost teasing, and Brendon is pretty damn sure this has just ruined him for every other fantasy stored in his stockpile, forever and ever amen.
___________________________________________________
plus, while we're on pccf, an amusing snippet of convo as i was sharing my notes with becca:
me: lol god i love my notes
bden stares for a moment then attacks him w/ sofa cushions. they end up on the floor. possible erections.
it sounds like a weather report
"slight chance of erections today at 3pm"
Becca: ...how do you prepare for that? umbrellas? boots?
me: lube.
Becca: that just seems...no
me: yeah
Becca: that seems like the exact opposite
me: ahaha
Sent at 2:37 PM on Friday
me: discussion of, "you're like, jesus, all glowy. did i miss something? did you have sex last night?" b: "nah, but i did jerk off to a really nice image." r: "...what image was that exactly?" b raises an eyebrow: "are you seriously asking me this? you actually want to know what i jerk off to, because that's just -- " "okay, okay, no!" then they make pancakes.
i think i should just write the entire story like this.
and end every chapter with "and then they make pancakes."
Becca: LOL!
word.
in other news, i have chosen a prompt! \o/ i hate to say it, but i was kind of sold on it from the moment it was posted. you know when something just clicks with you? and then it started writing itself in my head so i knew i was screwed. i have chosen the pete/ryan that
drunknballerina offered, and to hell with the fact that so few people like pete/ryan. nobody writes phanplan fic either, but the one i wrote i was really proud of; plus i often write nontraditional pairings in a way that converts people to them, so. this'll be good. i'm happy. thanks to EVERYONE who prompted; you guys all had awesome ideas and i've kept them all in a file for future use.gimme a week on this (or a day; no idea how easily it'll come to me), and then i can start writing us some motherfucking ryden, which i know is what you all want. ;)