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broadwriting) wrote2004-10-05 04:32 pm
broadwriting) wrote2004-10-05 04:32 pm
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Five ficlets (various fandoms & pairings)
The rest of the scenes (very late, but I kinda forgot I hadn't posted them) for this scene challenge. Two BHD RPS ficlets, one King Arthur RPS, one ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
no__rules and one random. *dusts hands off*
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koncupiscence
Josh Hartnett/Orlando Bloom; limes, sweat
Texture of Memory
You can still remember, without closing your eyes, what his smile had looked like the first time you'd met. How twin sexy dimples had peeked out when he'd shaken your hand, said he was happy to meet you, he'd heard good things. You remember the way he'd ducked his head and leaned in, like what you had to say was the most important thing in the world, like you were the only person in the universe.
You remember what he'd been wearing -- baggy tan shorts and a lime green t-shirt that had ridden up his stomach, showing a warm patch of tanned skin. You'd been so fascinated by it, by the dip and hollow and stretch of muscle and bone, wondered what it would feel like, taste like, whether it would reveal its secrets to you. You remember his laugh, low and warm, how it had skittered along your spine, how the sound had made you oddly breathless, sweat clammy against your skin.
You remember his voice, how he'd sounded out the vowels of your name, made it sound erotic and obscene, and you'd wondered how he'd sound screaming it or moaning it as you slid deep inside him. You remember wondering if he was even into guys, if you'd even have a chance. Got your answer in the slow flicker of long eyelashes, in fingers that lingered too long on yours when he'd brushed by you to get another drink. You remember him offering to get you whatever you'd wanted, remember that your eyes had locked, held, that you hadn't been able to move, to think.
You think maybe that was the moment you first fell.
***
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Josh Hartnett/Orlando Bloom; music, pain, dice
Little Things
"It's all in the little things."
Orlando stopped playing with Josh's hair long enough to stare down at Josh. "What?"
"The little things." Josh shifted his head, currently resting on Orlando's lap, and folded his hands over his chest. "Y'know, favorite song that makes you think of a special moment, favorite childhood memory, comfort food, that sort of thing."
"Mashed potatoes."
"That's your comfort food?"
"Well, it's not my favorite song," Orlando chuckled.
"You're so insufferable sometimes."
Orlando made a show of clutching his chest. "That hurts, man."
"Yeah, yeah." Josh snuggled back on Orlando's lap. "You're a lousy actor, you know that?"
"Alright, now I'm really hurt."
"Are you pouting?"
"No," Orlando lied.
"Aw." Josh pulled one of Orlando's hands to his, kissed the knuckles. "You know I didn't mean it."
"Now you're being condescending." But Orlando went back to playing with Josh's hair.
"Only a little bit."
"So, is this one of the little things you were talking about?"
"Might be," Josh smiled, eyes closed.
"Glad to be of help."
"You're more'n that and you know it."
"Glad to hear that, too."
Josh opened his eyes long enough to smile up at Orlando. "Best gamble I ever took, y'know?"
Orlando's answering smile was just as soft. "Now that's the right answer.
***
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Hugh Dancy/Joel Edgerton; leather, fire, pine
Boys Will Be Boys
"Absolutely nobody should look that hot in leather," Joel declared, miming an arrow piercing his chest.
"Down, boy," Keira laughed, delighted with his response as she kissed his cheek. "You're so shameless."
"That he is," Hugh sighed. "I've despaired of ever reforming him."
"Lucky you." Keira ran an approving eye over both of them. "I must say, Hugh, I never thought I'd admit that you look sexier in jeans than in your kilt."
"Ah, bloody Christ, the kilt." Hugh rolled his eyes. "Dunno why I had to be the only person wearing one."
"You've the best legs of the bunch," Joel stated, with a waggle of his eyebrows.
"You know... I long for the day when you lot'll be as fucking cold as I am while we're filming," Hugh said.
"Now, that's not nice," Joel replied. "And we let you sit closest to the fire and everything during camp scenes."
"Aren't you just the model of generosity?"
"Would you prefer body heat?"
"Boys --"
"Sorry, mum." Both turned sheepish eyes to Keira, who patted them each on the cheek.
"Good lads. Now come on or we'll be late."
***
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Jake Gyllenhaal/Josh Hartnett; peaches, box, calendar
[Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]verse
Privilege
Josh waves the small baggie in front of Jake and pulls it out of reach with a grin when Jake makes a grab for it. "Uh uh," Josh says, making a tsking motion with his finger. "Gotta earn it."
Jake hides the smirk and puts on his most obedient, contrite face. He loves this game -- loves when Josh gets in this mood, knows the sex is going to make him scream. "Sorry," he says, meekly, eyes perfectly downcast. "What would you like me to do?"
"Oh, how to choose." Josh taps a finger to his lips as he circles Jake -- lithe, easy grace in a tight tank-top and low-slung jeans. Jake can barely see Josh's hipbone where the shirt and jeans don't quite meet, and the sight of that small batch of skin has his mouth watering. He knows Josh will taste like patchouli and peaches and sweat -- a taste that haunts Jake's dreams and senses even when Josh is in the room.
Time seems to slow, crawl, then stop inside these walls. Months, years, eons could pass by and it means nothing. Jake's eyes dart, trace Josh's every movement, waiting to see what Josh will do next.
"Strip for me."
Jake obeys without hesitation -- fingers nimble as he drags his t-shirt over his head. Josh murmurs approval, eyes caressing the muscled planes of Jake's chest, stomach, hips. Jake takes his time about unbuttoning his jeans, sliding them slowly down his legs, loves to tease, loves the hot look Josh gives him, like Jake's dinner and dessert and Josh is starving.
"Should keep you like this, " Josh murmurs, running a hand along Jake's shoulder. "Locked in a box to take out and play with at my leisure."
"And how often would you play with me?" Jake asks, finally letting Josh see the smirk.
Josh steps forward, breathes in. "Was thinking forever," he says, and lowers his head.
***
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Joaquin Phoenix/Josh Hartnett; jump, silver, tapping
Fair Play
Josh taps Joaquin on the shoulder, practically having to shout in his ear to be heard over the blare of the music. "You as bored as I am?"
"I don't think that's possible," Joaquin smiles. He points at the bar. "Buy me a drink?"
"Yeah, sure."
The drinks are free, of course, but everything at after-parties is free. It's why people go to them. They head to the bar, ignoring the speculative - and sometimes envious -- looks thrown their way. They're both used to it.
"Film was good," Josh says, after flagging down a bartender and ordering two Jamesons, neat. He leans back against the bar, casts a glance in Joaquin's direction. "Your sister know that your date looks just like her?"
"That's low, Josh, even for you."
"If it wasn't so obvious, I wouldn't have said anything," Josh grins.
"Why're you here?" Joaquin asks. He passes Josh his glass, the tips of their fingers brushing together. "Really."
"See you." Josh shrugs. "Heard a rumor you missed me."
"Did you? From whom?"
"Summer."
"Told you I was pining away for you, did she?"
Josh squints down at his glass for a moment before shrugging again and tossing the whiskey back in one quick swallow. "Yeah. Are you?"
Joaquin smiles. "I think we both know the answer to that."
"Yeah, I think we do." Twin dimples peek out when Josh smiles, low and warm. Everyone at the party, including Joaquin's date, fades away. "Your place or mine?"
Joaquin refuses to simply jump at the offer. Not this time. "What's the offer?" he asks, studying Josh through lowered lashes as he twists his silver thumb ring in an uncalculated, nervous gesture.
"I want more of what you gave up to me whenever we were together," Josh murmurs. "Remember how sweet you used to beg?"
Just the opening Joaquin'd been seeking. He grabs Josh's tie, pulls him close in one smooth movement, heat flickering between them. "By the time I'm done," he promises, lips brushing Josh's jaw, "it'll be you begging for me."
***
no__rules and one random. *dusts hands off*For
koncupiscenceJosh Hartnett/Orlando Bloom; limes, sweat
Texture of Memory
You can still remember, without closing your eyes, what his smile had looked like the first time you'd met. How twin sexy dimples had peeked out when he'd shaken your hand, said he was happy to meet you, he'd heard good things. You remember the way he'd ducked his head and leaned in, like what you had to say was the most important thing in the world, like you were the only person in the universe.
You remember what he'd been wearing -- baggy tan shorts and a lime green t-shirt that had ridden up his stomach, showing a warm patch of tanned skin. You'd been so fascinated by it, by the dip and hollow and stretch of muscle and bone, wondered what it would feel like, taste like, whether it would reveal its secrets to you. You remember his laugh, low and warm, how it had skittered along your spine, how the sound had made you oddly breathless, sweat clammy against your skin.
You remember his voice, how he'd sounded out the vowels of your name, made it sound erotic and obscene, and you'd wondered how he'd sound screaming it or moaning it as you slid deep inside him. You remember wondering if he was even into guys, if you'd even have a chance. Got your answer in the slow flicker of long eyelashes, in fingers that lingered too long on yours when he'd brushed by you to get another drink. You remember him offering to get you whatever you'd wanted, remember that your eyes had locked, held, that you hadn't been able to move, to think.
You think maybe that was the moment you first fell.
***
For
lotrjunkieJosh Hartnett/Orlando Bloom; music, pain, dice
Little Things
"It's all in the little things."
Orlando stopped playing with Josh's hair long enough to stare down at Josh. "What?"
"The little things." Josh shifted his head, currently resting on Orlando's lap, and folded his hands over his chest. "Y'know, favorite song that makes you think of a special moment, favorite childhood memory, comfort food, that sort of thing."
"Mashed potatoes."
"That's your comfort food?"
"Well, it's not my favorite song," Orlando chuckled.
"You're so insufferable sometimes."
Orlando made a show of clutching his chest. "That hurts, man."
"Yeah, yeah." Josh snuggled back on Orlando's lap. "You're a lousy actor, you know that?"
"Alright, now I'm really hurt."
"Are you pouting?"
"No," Orlando lied.
"Aw." Josh pulled one of Orlando's hands to his, kissed the knuckles. "You know I didn't mean it."
"Now you're being condescending." But Orlando went back to playing with Josh's hair.
"Only a little bit."
"So, is this one of the little things you were talking about?"
"Might be," Josh smiled, eyes closed.
"Glad to be of help."
"You're more'n that and you know it."
"Glad to hear that, too."
Josh opened his eyes long enough to smile up at Orlando. "Best gamble I ever took, y'know?"
Orlando's answering smile was just as soft. "Now that's the right answer.
***
For
lotrjunkieHugh Dancy/Joel Edgerton; leather, fire, pine
Boys Will Be Boys
"Absolutely nobody should look that hot in leather," Joel declared, miming an arrow piercing his chest.
"Down, boy," Keira laughed, delighted with his response as she kissed his cheek. "You're so shameless."
"That he is," Hugh sighed. "I've despaired of ever reforming him."
"Lucky you." Keira ran an approving eye over both of them. "I must say, Hugh, I never thought I'd admit that you look sexier in jeans than in your kilt."
"Ah, bloody Christ, the kilt." Hugh rolled his eyes. "Dunno why I had to be the only person wearing one."
"You've the best legs of the bunch," Joel stated, with a waggle of his eyebrows.
"You know... I long for the day when you lot'll be as fucking cold as I am while we're filming," Hugh said.
"Now, that's not nice," Joel replied. "And we let you sit closest to the fire and everything during camp scenes."
"Aren't you just the model of generosity?"
"Would you prefer body heat?"
"Boys --"
"Sorry, mum." Both turned sheepish eyes to Keira, who patted them each on the cheek.
"Good lads. Now come on or we'll be late."
***
For
lotrjunkieJake Gyllenhaal/Josh Hartnett; peaches, box, calendar
[Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]verse
Privilege
Josh waves the small baggie in front of Jake and pulls it out of reach with a grin when Jake makes a grab for it. "Uh uh," Josh says, making a tsking motion with his finger. "Gotta earn it."
Jake hides the smirk and puts on his most obedient, contrite face. He loves this game -- loves when Josh gets in this mood, knows the sex is going to make him scream. "Sorry," he says, meekly, eyes perfectly downcast. "What would you like me to do?"
"Oh, how to choose." Josh taps a finger to his lips as he circles Jake -- lithe, easy grace in a tight tank-top and low-slung jeans. Jake can barely see Josh's hipbone where the shirt and jeans don't quite meet, and the sight of that small batch of skin has his mouth watering. He knows Josh will taste like patchouli and peaches and sweat -- a taste that haunts Jake's dreams and senses even when Josh is in the room.
Time seems to slow, crawl, then stop inside these walls. Months, years, eons could pass by and it means nothing. Jake's eyes dart, trace Josh's every movement, waiting to see what Josh will do next.
"Strip for me."
Jake obeys without hesitation -- fingers nimble as he drags his t-shirt over his head. Josh murmurs approval, eyes caressing the muscled planes of Jake's chest, stomach, hips. Jake takes his time about unbuttoning his jeans, sliding them slowly down his legs, loves to tease, loves the hot look Josh gives him, like Jake's dinner and dessert and Josh is starving.
"Should keep you like this, " Josh murmurs, running a hand along Jake's shoulder. "Locked in a box to take out and play with at my leisure."
"And how often would you play with me?" Jake asks, finally letting Josh see the smirk.
Josh steps forward, breathes in. "Was thinking forever," he says, and lowers his head.
***
For
lotrjunkieJoaquin Phoenix/Josh Hartnett; jump, silver, tapping
Fair Play
Josh taps Joaquin on the shoulder, practically having to shout in his ear to be heard over the blare of the music. "You as bored as I am?"
"I don't think that's possible," Joaquin smiles. He points at the bar. "Buy me a drink?"
"Yeah, sure."
The drinks are free, of course, but everything at after-parties is free. It's why people go to them. They head to the bar, ignoring the speculative - and sometimes envious -- looks thrown their way. They're both used to it.
"Film was good," Josh says, after flagging down a bartender and ordering two Jamesons, neat. He leans back against the bar, casts a glance in Joaquin's direction. "Your sister know that your date looks just like her?"
"That's low, Josh, even for you."
"If it wasn't so obvious, I wouldn't have said anything," Josh grins.
"Why're you here?" Joaquin asks. He passes Josh his glass, the tips of their fingers brushing together. "Really."
"See you." Josh shrugs. "Heard a rumor you missed me."
"Did you? From whom?"
"Summer."
"Told you I was pining away for you, did she?"
Josh squints down at his glass for a moment before shrugging again and tossing the whiskey back in one quick swallow. "Yeah. Are you?"
Joaquin smiles. "I think we both know the answer to that."
"Yeah, I think we do." Twin dimples peek out when Josh smiles, low and warm. Everyone at the party, including Joaquin's date, fades away. "Your place or mine?"
Joaquin refuses to simply jump at the offer. Not this time. "What's the offer?" he asks, studying Josh through lowered lashes as he twists his silver thumb ring in an uncalculated, nervous gesture.
"I want more of what you gave up to me whenever we were together," Josh murmurs. "Remember how sweet you used to beg?"
Just the opening Joaquin'd been seeking. He grabs Josh's tie, pulls him close in one smooth movement, heat flickering between them. "By the time I'm done," he promises, lips brushing Josh's jaw, "it'll be you begging for me."
***
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So I shall just use the new one. *g*
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Glad you liked them, baby. *kiss*
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thankyou thankyou! <333
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Glad you liked it, baby! <333