Touching

Touching was easy. That’s strange, I guess. I’ve seen how you shy away from contact, how the easy intimacy between strangers–handshakes, hugging, simple kissing on the cheek–fascinates you even as you flee it. Your mother can touch you, but even that is learned, often endured rather than desired. When others try, you hunch and flinch and back away. For me, though, it was simplicity itself. I reached, you reached, and our hands fit together strangely, perfectly. From there it was no distance at all to embraces and walking hand in hand, to your warm solid presence against my side. Continue Reading »

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Drabbles: Other Pairings

Many Partings

Billy/Charlie, 200 words, hard R.

He rocks forward on the balls of his feet, fists clenched in silky straight hair; there are no sounds but hard breath and barely audible swallows, a long soft sigh as he sags back against the concrete wall. A moment later he shivers as cold air ghosts across his privates and hurriedly zips up. Charlie is still kneeling, his forehead pressed to Billy’s jeans. Billy pushes his fingers gently through his hair. “Thank you,” he murmurs, and feels the nod against his thigh. “C’mon, stand up,” he coaxes, but Charlie shakes his head.

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Jamie/Geoffrey drabbles

Lucky

200 words, G.

Jamie searched through every drawer, laying the contents out in neat stacks before sighing and moving on. When I came in and saw the orderly disaster, I shifted the laundry basket on my hip and cleared my throat. He glanced at me and then back into the drawer he was currently dissecting.

“What are you looking for?”

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Various Monaboyd Drabbles

Strip Poker
200 words, PG-13.

“Whose idea was this?” Dom slouches in his chair, glaring at Billy over his cards.

“I believe that would be Elijah.” Who is sprawled half-dressed under the table, crisps in his hair, eyes closed, snoring blissfully. Billy lifts one eyebrow. “And now I believe you’d better show me what you have.” The eyebrow waggles obscenely.

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PIQUED: The Kink List

a. First time.

“I didn’t think it would be so…” Dom stopped, partly to recover his breath, partly to search for the word.

“Good?” Billy licked Dom’s collarbone.

“No. I knew it would be good.”

“Did you?” Billy’s eyes flicked up to Dom’s face, stayed there. “I didn’t. First-time sex… first time with each other and first time with a man…” He made a face, shuddered, laughed. “I thought it might be awful.”
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Now I Know My ABCs

A is for Attitude

“The orientation of an–object relative… to its direction of motion.”

“What?”

“Attitude–that’s–one of its… meanings.”

“So if I do this–” Billy shifts, pulls, pushes— “then have I changed… unh… my attitude?”
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