kat_lair | Sunday is for procrastination

I have managed to get dressed though. This should be celebrated with a meme, as seen on

trialia's journal...

• Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.
• Upon request, post a random line or two from any of these you choose.

Oh god, this was a thoroughly depressing exercise. I’m pretty sure some of these will never be finished... However, feel free to ask for extracts or any questions about them...

acceptance.docx
adam-tommy breathplay.docx
alex-ryland mr floppy.doc
Almost Always.doc
Almost Never.doc
And Sometimes You Cross It Twice.doc
Bandom airlines.doc
BR - continuation.docx
Care In Holding.doc
Cobra GSF.doc
craig-bruno oh god my morals – part trois.docx
dex-sheppard.docx
fairydust.doc
fruitsalad.doc
george is a rentboy, mitchell is not amused.docx
Happy Birthday pushkin666.doc (for the record, I’m deeply ashamed that this is still on the wip list /o\)
In which Rodney and Radek are witches.doc
it’s not a story, we just made it (up and away).doc
j2.doc
Lost Boys fic.doc
mcbeckfic-picexchange.doc
Nate-Victoria puppyplay.docx
no heaven.docx
no oceans left for scavengers like me.docx
otr fic.doc
Patrick-Pete wrist kink ficlet.doc
Primeval ficlet.doc
sa-drabbles.doc
Taste of maybe - the missing sex scene.doc
The Hour I First Believed.doc
the one where alex and ryland roast gabe.doc
To Cast A Hundred Stones .doc
Totum tibi subdo me.doc
untitled House.doc
Year Abroad.doc
Velvet Revolution.doc
waycest ficlet for laura.docx

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May I see Cobra GSF and the Patrick and Pete wrist kink?

I started writing this as a sequel to a fic by another writer that was then never posted and I think she has left lj/fandom... I still do want to finish this though someday, it's currently sitting at over 3,000 words (though they haven't actually gotten any further than kissing). The whole thing is from Nate's pov as he gets passed around like a party flavour... Um. Here, have a snippet:

Ryland’s hand travels down from Alex’s face; a long casual caress along his side, following the path of Alex’s arm which is still curved around Nate’s waist. He grabs a fistful of Nate’s hoodie and hauls him closer, switching from kissing Alex to kissing Nate so smoothly that Nate doesn’t realise what’s going on until he’s already clutching Ryland’s shoulders for balance, his tongue curling around the sharp taste of something stronger than beer.

Kissing Ryland – no, being kissed by Ryland – is not what Nate would have expected if he’d ever thought about it. This Ryland isn’t easy-going or sarcastic or even friendly. This Ryland licks his way inside Nate’s mouth with single-minded determination, firm and unrelenting and in control. This Ryland takes what he wants.

And Nate. Nate gives it.

He’s surrounded. Overwhelmed. Drowning in sensation. There are hands, more than two, flat against the small of his back, under the clothes, damp stickiness of palms on bare skin, fingertips dipping just below the waist of his jeans, trailing the sensitive skin over ribs, around his bellybutton. Nate presses back, rocks forward, caught between Alex and Ryland, hard muscle and long limbs, clean sweat and faint peppermint of someone’s cologne.

He’s too warm, flushed from head to toe, twisting between the two bodies bracketing him. Ryland’s teeth nick the corner of his lip, deliberate and non-too-gentle, Alex’s mouth sliding over his jaw and cheek, wet and open and close enough that Nate wouldn’t even have to break the kiss with Ryland to be able to—

Ryland does it instead, unwinding Nate’s arms from around his neck, telling Alex to let go, let go, and Nate has five seconds of blind panic, thinking he did something wrong, went too far, stupid, stupid, it was just a joke, before he realises he’s not being pushed away so much as passed on to Gabe.

There's already a snippet in a comment above, but I'll give you another one as well, here:

The first time it happens, Pete is being an ass. This of course is nothing out of the ordinary, but Patrick’s working and Pete’s poking him in the face and that is just not on.

“For fuck’s sake, Pete!” he snaps. “Knock it off!”

“But I’m bored.” Pete grins unrepentantly, his finger already poised over the soft flesh of Patrick’s cheek.

Patrick reaches out without looking, grabs Pete’s hand by the wrist and slams it onto the table top. “Well, go be bored somewhere else,” he says, attention still on the computer screen.

It takes a few seconds for Patrick to realise that he’s still holding Pete’s hand trapped and that Pete’s fallen suspiciously silent. He uncurls his grip slowly, glancing over his shoulder.

Pete is rubbing at his wrist, eyes downcast. “Yeah,” he says, voice surprisingly low. “Yeah, okay.” He gets up and leaves the room.

Patrick blinks, but doesn’t think too much about it.

Sunday is for procrastination

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Cobra GSF

Patrick/Pete wrist kink ficlet