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nakeno.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Aug. 7th, 2004 05:52 am)Title: Like Water
Rating: PG-13, I suppose.
Pairing: Dom is a kiss-whore, but at the heart of this it's Dom/Billy.
Summary: It's all really a matter of taste. Or is it?
Disclaimer: I own them. The pair of them. Really, I do. (Also see under: Yeah fuckin' right, don't I wish.)
Feedback: Well, I think I might like to try a bit of what everyone else is having, please. *holds out bowl hopefully*
Author's notes: Hullo! This is my first ficlet. Or a drabble. ...Mindless rambling? Something like that. I was sort of iffy about posting it, but... hell, you must start somewhere, em? Plus, I wrote this in the span of maybe ten minutes and with a sleep-itchy brain so please forgive any outrageously stupid mistakes on my part.
Beta: No one, unfortunately, because I don't really know anyone in this community who might be so gracious enough to do that for me. ...Anyone looking to be my one-stop Beta-shop?I'll bake you cookies. I write things few and far between and they usually lean toward the short side. No pressure. ^_^
Viggo's mouth is like getting this odd hint of spice just on your tongue. Chicory or nutmeg. Bitterness and warmth and the lingering tickle-burn of hairs trimmed too short. Something you like, but only on occasion. Only when the season calls for it, something that comes with certain weather.
Elijah's mouth is like taking a full drag without the scald of smoke inside your throat. All cloves and pretty boy mouth stretched over not-quite-crooked teeth. Something a little unhealthy about it, but you savor the indelicate tang just the same. But only when you feel on edge. Only when you feel spiky on the inside and just a slight bit careless enough to enjoy it.
Orlando's mouth is like licking the narrow blade of a stick of cinnamon gum. Candied and dusty, spun through with breathy mirth and excited eyes that you don't have to make up reasons to like. But only when you feel indulgent. Only when you feel like maybe you've earned the right to treat yourself to something sweet.
Sean's mouth is like pressing your lips together on traces of mouthwash. That one thing that's healthy for you, but you sort of like it in spite of that fact. Or maybe because of it. No... definitely in spite. Healthy and looped with slow smiles and chaste, supportive touches. But only when you need to clean out your senses.
Billy's mouth is like... water. Somehow cool-warm. Liquid. Tasteless. So tasteless that Dom wonders why he should trouble himself with such a mouth. Why trouble himself with such a flavor (or lack thereof, as the case may be) despite its pretty bowed-up packaging. So insipid to the palate.
He wonders but briefly, because it is a simple thing to remember how long you would survive without water.
Warm spice, wickedness, sweetness, and clean mint; they all bring color to the palette. Variety.
But... in the end, Dom knows he could live on without them.
Without them he would not thirst.
-End-
Rating: PG-13, I suppose.
Pairing: Dom is a kiss-whore, but at the heart of this it's Dom/Billy.
Summary: It's all really a matter of taste. Or is it?
Disclaimer: I own them. The pair of them. Really, I do. (Also see under: Yeah fuckin' right, don't I wish.)
Feedback: Well, I think I might like to try a bit of what everyone else is having, please. *holds out bowl hopefully*
Author's notes: Hullo! This is my first ficlet. Or a drabble. ...Mindless rambling? Something like that. I was sort of iffy about posting it, but... hell, you must start somewhere, em? Plus, I wrote this in the span of maybe ten minutes and with a sleep-itchy brain so please forgive any outrageously stupid mistakes on my part.
Beta: No one, unfortunately, because I don't really know anyone in this community who might be so gracious enough to do that for me. ...Anyone looking to be my one-stop Beta-shop?
Viggo's mouth is like getting this odd hint of spice just on your tongue. Chicory or nutmeg. Bitterness and warmth and the lingering tickle-burn of hairs trimmed too short. Something you like, but only on occasion. Only when the season calls for it, something that comes with certain weather.
Elijah's mouth is like taking a full drag without the scald of smoke inside your throat. All cloves and pretty boy mouth stretched over not-quite-crooked teeth. Something a little unhealthy about it, but you savor the indelicate tang just the same. But only when you feel on edge. Only when you feel spiky on the inside and just a slight bit careless enough to enjoy it.
Orlando's mouth is like licking the narrow blade of a stick of cinnamon gum. Candied and dusty, spun through with breathy mirth and excited eyes that you don't have to make up reasons to like. But only when you feel indulgent. Only when you feel like maybe you've earned the right to treat yourself to something sweet.
Sean's mouth is like pressing your lips together on traces of mouthwash. That one thing that's healthy for you, but you sort of like it in spite of that fact. Or maybe because of it. No... definitely in spite. Healthy and looped with slow smiles and chaste, supportive touches. But only when you need to clean out your senses.
Billy's mouth is like... water. Somehow cool-warm. Liquid. Tasteless. So tasteless that Dom wonders why he should trouble himself with such a mouth. Why trouble himself with such a flavor (or lack thereof, as the case may be) despite its pretty bowed-up packaging. So insipid to the palate.
He wonders but briefly, because it is a simple thing to remember how long you would survive without water.
Warm spice, wickedness, sweetness, and clean mint; they all bring color to the palette. Variety.
But... in the end, Dom knows he could live on without them.
Without them he would not thirst.
-End-
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Hah! ...Apparently I'm frightfully clever without meaning to be, no?
Heeeee. *passes you a glass of water* They can get a bit dry. Alas... good intentions gone to hell, dealing out death by way of throat-clogging scones. Sorry 'bout that. ;)
contemplating chapter 5 ?!! *purrtwitchgriggle of excitement* Arewethereyet? Arewethereyet? Arewethereyet? XD
O_O The. Edge. *paawwwsss*
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Owl is typing some of chapter 5 as we speak *g*
*griggles back at you*
Have some more Edge *drools along with you*. The man is teh sex. Along with Billy and Dom of course.
Gahhh, three of 'em *overloads on hotness and spontaneously explodes*
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Chapter five? And we've only been treated to chapter 2? *pouts and kicks at stuff half-heartedly* Heeeee.
*griggles and 'hah-hmmms' contently, if not patiently* =D
*would mention Edge/Bono but instead tiptoes around the "unmentioned" subject winking and giving the thumbs up signs*
"Watching your bright blue eyes... in the freeze frame." *images of Billy in the dark, hunched over, fiddling with the remote, reviewing footage of Dom* O.o Is this a U2 inspired fic I see in the distance maybe? *jabs at it curiously from afar with a pointy stick*
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*uses Edge!porn icon in honour of Babyface*
Mmmm, Billy obsessing over video footage of Dom. Go and write it! Now!
(Notice you have Rush in your interests list. We're going to see them next month on their UK tour. I think they're pretty good - husband is a drummer and thinks Neil Peart is the god of drumming) :)
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*GRAAwwwrRRgghhh-paawwwsss*
Oh! I so should. Throw in a wank and everything. >< *thinks this over seriously* ...Mmm... Wow, TV screen-lit, slightly rumpled, obsessive Billy. O.o Mmmmph.
(Holy. Shit. Really? They're so fucking awesome live. I saw them four times on their Vapor Trails tour. Once in North Carolina, once in Tampa, Miami, and Orlando (Florida not Bloom--HEH) Worth each and every penny. Neil happens to be my favorite too! Not only Teh God of All Things Drum-like, but I think he has such a way with words. *hearts* Sorry, they happen to be my favorite band. *blabs on and on*)
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TV screen-lit, slightly rumpled, obsessive Billy. *wibbles*
Right, U2 slash:
There's a LJ comm
Wild Thoughts Escape (http://wildthoughtsescape.bravepages.com/home.htm) is a general U2 fic archive owned by a friend of mine, and it has a slash section. (The site has a LJ comm as well:
Happy rummaging!
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Right, then. Screen-lit, rumpled, wanking, obsessive!Billy at your service: http://www.livejournal.com/users/corner_shelf/2111.html#cutid1
Consider it a return prezzie for all the lovely U2 slash links! Eh, and sorry. It was meant to be short, but it got away from me a bit, I think. O_o
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A pressie for me? Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!
*squeals excitedly and scurries off to read*
(And don't apologise for it being long - the more the merrier as far as I'm concerned. Whenever I try to write a drabble it turns into a 27 part epic ...)
:D
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A pressie for me? Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!
*griggle*
(And don't apologise for it being long - the more the merrier as far as I'm concerned. Whenever I try to write a drabble it turns into a 27 part epic ...)
Oh, effy! It's usually the other way around for me. I REALLY feel like I'm gonna write something and it comes out like... three paragraphs. XD My muse is a whore. XD