For Ple...
Ripper's eyes glazed over with darkest magicks (tm) and he rolled over in bed, finding Ethan's naked body under the sheets. The bedsit stank of incense and pot and Cream blared on the turntable. Ethan's eyes flickered open as he felt a hand grasping his cock.
"Rupert," he looked into his friend's eyes, grinning widely, "I've got something for you."
"Whaizzit," Giles said, his voice slurred and suppressing a snigger.
"I've been in touch with dark forces, Ripper. Coursing through me and they've left a little giftee." Ethan pinched at his nipple until a clear drop welled up. "Taste it."
Rupert lowered his head onto Ethan's pale, narrow chest and sucked at his nipple. And groaned with pleasure. "Tequila! Blue agave."
I would comment on the fic, but I read the pairing SA wrote about and went suddenly blind. So sorry.
Hec, dear friend and (clearing throat) imusic critic, isn't the band CreAm and the magazine from "Almost Famous", CreEM. Think so.
And um, all that happened, and that's what I was thinking about?! I'm truly too mundane to live.
No, you're right. I'll go change it.
Hey, I beat the Music Geek. Not too hard though.
But seriously, that's where my porn goes all to hell. Little niggling details ruin the mood and then I'm all "But the university locks the music rooms at night, don't they?" Mood over.
The one here. I haven't dared open your e-mail. I'm steeling myself.
Hey! Hey hey hey! It's just Good Will Hunting slash. Ple liked it.
And the email contains no Narnia slash. That comes later.
Yeah! I liked it!
(Considers the fact that bunny basket includes Joyce/Snyder/Holland.)
But I suppose I'm not one to ask if something is tasteful.
