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So there was a suggestion of drabbles and conversations and one firework name hijacked and another thrust upon me and.. this is kinda what happened. Thanks to byslantedlight for the beta.


Happy Panda Shoots Himself

Past the door hinge, a sliced view of the room, dark but for a puddle of light over the bed. There, two blackened eyes set in an overly pale face topped by dark wavy hair. Bodie - who should be sleeping, not doing whatever it is he's doing.

Blankets, pushed down, give the perfect view. Of fingers skating from nipple to nipple, pinching them into hard pink peaks. A hand flat against a slightly rounded belly, fingertips vanishing beneath the sheet. Of opened mouth and soundless cry. Spasmodic jerk of hips and wet spreading warmth. Of sated smile and sleep.



Title: Happy Panda Shoots Himself
Author: Josey
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit/Hatstand: Yes.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just adore them.



Aerial Display

From base to tip, he licks, as tawny thighs tighten at his shoulders. The last of the autumn sun beats on his back. Hair brushes soft against his palms. If there is a heaven, Bodie's found it. Here in musky scent, with heavy heat on his tongue, with hoarse, wordless sounds above him and insistent, frantic fingers in his hair.

Smiling, he ignores the moans of complaint and lifts his head, squinting to admire the view. Dew topped, dawn blushed pink, a living column twitching in swirling currents of air. He licks his lips, tasting, and breathes in Ray's scent.




Title: Aerial Display
Author: Josey
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit/Hatstand: Yes.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just adore them.

Comments

[faramir-boromir.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm. Have to admire this bit: If there is a heaven, Bodie's found it. Here in musky scent, with heavy heat on his tongue, with hoarse, wordless sounds above him and insistent, frantic fingers in his hair.

Lovely, just lovely!

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Thank you!