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verushka70) wrote2009-08-19 04:01 pm
verushka70) wrote2009-08-19 04:01 pm
Entry tags:
- ds,
- durham county,
- fic,
- hcl,
- joe/billy,
- mike sweeney,
- rayk,
- slash,
- xover
fic I forgot to put in my LJ: HCL Joe/Billy, Durham County/HCL Mike Sweeney/Billy Tallent
I had this weird feeling there was something in my LJ I forgot to do for like the last few weeks but I couldn't put my finger on what it was. Well, I realized I forgot to put here some snippets I originally wrote for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ds_snippets. (I like to keep my own copies in my own LJS of stuff submitted on other comms.) It's all slash. ETA: When I first posted this, I myself forgot the last two were DC/HCL, not DC/DS. *headdesk* Not firing on all cylinders. And this is BEFORE any Xanax today. *sigh* OTOH, maybe it's just my subconscious telling me to write DC/DS Mike Sweeney/RayK. Like I didn't have enough going on with ficfinishing!
Snippet 1:
Title: Necessary Velocity
Fandom and Pairing: HCL, Joe/Billy
Rating: NC-17
Length: 283 words
Prompt: One hundred-eight – momentum, velocity, gravity, inertia, torsion
Author's notes: Greatly enhanced with beta-ing by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lucifuge_5, rubberbutton, and spuffyduds... and proofreading by M---, non-fandom friend since high school, who would buy gay porn mags and rent gay porn for me when I was underage to buy/rent it myself. Yay. all remaining errors are my own.
Joe is weary tonight, drunk (though he's been drunker and done far worse), and has completely lost momentum. He's up against a wall. This girl is kissing him. Truth? He could take or leave it. She's motivated, though.
Six gigs in five nights – including all the driving. He's too drained to resist the flow of things. Has no coke or speed or caffeine, none of the velocity necessary for his usual belligerence.
The wall vibrates with noise from the band playing downstairs. That's okay. It's all okay. It would also be okay if this girl stopped shoving her tongue in his mouth. But when he's exhausted like this, Joe rolls with just about anything.
Her hands rake down his chest and below; she feels for his cock. It's there, mindlessly responsive. She squeezes and strokes it through his jeans.
He feels someone brush past and opens his eyes.
It's Billy. Their eyes connect in the dim light. Billy's razor-thin smile holds Joe down. Feels like he fights gravity just to touch Billy's sleeve.
Billy leans in. “This girl bothering you?” She jumps, wildly startled.
Inertia has its rewards. Occasionally when Joe is like this, Billy steps up.
She yells at the torsion of her arm by Billy.
“You're not good enough,” he hisses, “to lick his boots.”
She glares at Billy, then takes off. They watch her go. Billy turns back to Joe.
“Jealous?” Joe murmurs, surprised.
“Fuck you.” Billy scowls.
“Lick my boots?” Joe repeats, strangely moved.
Billy shoves him into the nearby bathroom. There, on his knees, he licks way more than Joe's boots.
Joe's hands tremble, unused to holding Billy's face so gently.
Snippet 2:
Title: Zero to Sixty in Half a Sec
Fandom and Pairing: HCL/Durham County, Billy Tallent/Mike Sweeney
Rating: R
Length: 294 words
Prompt: along the brittle treacherous bright streets
of memory comes my heart, singing like
an idiot,whispering like a drunken man
(e.e. cummings)
Author's notes: Greatly assisted by beta-ing bylucifuge_5, rubberbutton, and spuffyduds; and thanks to M---, for proofreading. All remaining errors are my own.
Jenifur, collectively, prefer individual rooms. This suits Billy just fine.
And if he had to be in Vancouver again, it's strangely less distressing at the downtown Days Inn, surrounded by tourists. It's so anti-HCL it's almost funny. Not his old Vancouver, anyway. Wasn't where HCL used to hang.
But the face he sees, when he gets in the elevator late that afternoon, absolutely freaks him out.
It's Joe. But with no hair. Joe. In a suit. With a red fucking tie.
He stumbles against the elevator wall. His heart falls into his guts and stops beating properly.
“Hey, hey” – firm hands grab his upper arms, steady him. “You all right?”
Their eyes meet. In Joe's double's jacket, Billy sees leather. A holster.
He's a fucking cop. With bloodshot eyes in need of sleep. Like Billy's.
“I'm, um, yeah, I'm all right,” Billy stutters.
“Ya sure? Rough night?” the Joe-cop says.
“Know somethin' about 'em, eh?” Billy smiles thinly.
Joe-cop scowls. “What if I do?”His chilling gaze slows Billy's heart down some.
Oh, this is better than Joe. This is zero-to-sixty in half a sec – rage with a reason, Billy senses.
He shrugs, leaning against the wall. Looks down at Joe-cop's hand where it still grips his upper arm.
The hand slides slowly off.
“Gave me a start,” Billy mutters, looking back up at Joe-cop. “You look exactly like someone I used to know. Someone dead.”
Joe-cop doesn't look surprised. “Mike Sweeney.” He pauses. “Mean somethin' to you, this guy I look like?”
“Billy Tallent.” He hesitates, playing the game. “What if he did?”
When the elevator door dings, Sweeney grabs Billy by the elbow. “Come with me,” he growls.
Snippet 3:
Title: All Bite
Fandom and Pairing: HCL/Durham County, Billy Tallent/Mike Sweeney
Rating: NC-17
Length: 300 words
Prompt: along the brittle treacherous bright streets
of memory comes my heart, singing like
an idiot,whispering like a drunken man
(e.e. cummings)
Author's notes: I think this snippet can stand alone, but it was originally supposed to be a continuation of Billy/Mike Sweeney in "Zero to Sixty."
Beta-ed bylucifuge_5, rubberbutton, and spuffyduds, and proofreading by M---, and better for it... all remaining errors are my own.
“This isn't very 'to serve and protect' of you,” Billy says, letting Joe's doppelganger steer him along the hotel corridor by the elbow while his heart skips beats.
“Tell you what you can serve,” Mike mutters. He reaches in his suit jacket for his room key. They're at his door; he unlocks it and shoves Billy into the room before following him.
“What the f–”
Billy's protest is silenced by the hard mouth on his, the steely grip – bruises, he knows this from Joe: there'll be bruises – on his upper arms. His mouth is devoured, but suddenly he's thrust away. Mike takes off his jacket, loosens his tie, and shoves Billy down onto the bed.
Billy stares up at him, still in a kind of shock. The irony of Joe's double being a cop – a fucking cop – makes him laugh inside. Mike most definitely isn't Joe – he's scarier. Joe was all bark; only some bite.
Mike is all bite.
He's unbuckling his belt, still wearing the shoulder holster with the gun in it, as Billy looks up at him.
“You in?” Mike snarls, unzipping his fly. Pants drop.
Billy can't speak. He just nods, dazed, feeling drugged, though he's years clean and sober. He has prescription pharmaceuticals now.
Sweeney doesn't pull Billy's head to his cock. He takes it out – already hard – and strokes it.
He should get up, get out of this room, get the fuck away from this obviously crazed Mike motherfucker.
“You want?” There's a slight vibrato to Mike's voice, something a little hurt or lonely or desperate. He slowly stops jacking, uncertain.
Maybe not all bite.
Slow like honey, Billy's hands move to Mike's hips. He bends his head and opens his lips.
ds_snippets. (I like to keep my own copies in my own LJS of stuff submitted on other comms.) It's all slash. ETA: When I first posted this, I myself forgot the last two were DC/HCL, not DC/DS. *headdesk* Not firing on all cylinders. And this is BEFORE any Xanax today. *sigh* OTOH, maybe it's just my subconscious telling me to write DC/DS Mike Sweeney/RayK. Like I didn't have enough going on with ficfinishing!Snippet 1:
Title: Necessary Velocity
Fandom and Pairing: HCL, Joe/Billy
Rating: NC-17
Length: 283 words
Prompt: One hundred-eight – momentum, velocity, gravity, inertia, torsion
Author's notes: Greatly enhanced with beta-ing by
lucifuge_5, rubberbutton, and spuffyduds... and proofreading by M---, non-fandom friend since high school, who would buy gay porn mags and rent gay porn for me when I was underage to buy/rent it myself. Yay. all remaining errors are my own.Joe is weary tonight, drunk (though he's been drunker and done far worse), and has completely lost momentum. He's up against a wall. This girl is kissing him. Truth? He could take or leave it. She's motivated, though.
Six gigs in five nights – including all the driving. He's too drained to resist the flow of things. Has no coke or speed or caffeine, none of the velocity necessary for his usual belligerence.
The wall vibrates with noise from the band playing downstairs. That's okay. It's all okay. It would also be okay if this girl stopped shoving her tongue in his mouth. But when he's exhausted like this, Joe rolls with just about anything.
Her hands rake down his chest and below; she feels for his cock. It's there, mindlessly responsive. She squeezes and strokes it through his jeans.
He feels someone brush past and opens his eyes.
It's Billy. Their eyes connect in the dim light. Billy's razor-thin smile holds Joe down. Feels like he fights gravity just to touch Billy's sleeve.
Billy leans in. “This girl bothering you?” She jumps, wildly startled.
Inertia has its rewards. Occasionally when Joe is like this, Billy steps up.
She yells at the torsion of her arm by Billy.
“You're not good enough,” he hisses, “to lick his boots.”
She glares at Billy, then takes off. They watch her go. Billy turns back to Joe.
“Jealous?” Joe murmurs, surprised.
“Fuck you.” Billy scowls.
“Lick my boots?” Joe repeats, strangely moved.
Billy shoves him into the nearby bathroom. There, on his knees, he licks way more than Joe's boots.
Joe's hands tremble, unused to holding Billy's face so gently.
Snippet 2:
Title: Zero to Sixty in Half a Sec
Fandom and Pairing: HCL/Durham County, Billy Tallent/Mike Sweeney
Rating: R
Length: 294 words
Prompt: along the brittle treacherous bright streets
of memory comes my heart, singing like
an idiot,whispering like a drunken man
(e.e. cummings)
Author's notes: Greatly assisted by beta-ing by
lucifuge_5, rubberbutton, and spuffyduds; and thanks to M---, for proofreading. All remaining errors are my own.Jenifur, collectively, prefer individual rooms. This suits Billy just fine.
And if he had to be in Vancouver again, it's strangely less distressing at the downtown Days Inn, surrounded by tourists. It's so anti-HCL it's almost funny. Not his old Vancouver, anyway. Wasn't where HCL used to hang.
But the face he sees, when he gets in the elevator late that afternoon, absolutely freaks him out.
It's Joe. But with no hair. Joe. In a suit. With a red fucking tie.
He stumbles against the elevator wall. His heart falls into his guts and stops beating properly.
“Hey, hey” – firm hands grab his upper arms, steady him. “You all right?”
Their eyes meet. In Joe's double's jacket, Billy sees leather. A holster.
He's a fucking cop. With bloodshot eyes in need of sleep. Like Billy's.
“I'm, um, yeah, I'm all right,” Billy stutters.
“Ya sure? Rough night?” the Joe-cop says.
“Know somethin' about 'em, eh?” Billy smiles thinly.
Joe-cop scowls. “What if I do?”His chilling gaze slows Billy's heart down some.
Oh, this is better than Joe. This is zero-to-sixty in half a sec – rage with a reason, Billy senses.
He shrugs, leaning against the wall. Looks down at Joe-cop's hand where it still grips his upper arm.
The hand slides slowly off.
“Gave me a start,” Billy mutters, looking back up at Joe-cop. “You look exactly like someone I used to know. Someone dead.”
Joe-cop doesn't look surprised. “Mike Sweeney.” He pauses. “Mean somethin' to you, this guy I look like?”
“Billy Tallent.” He hesitates, playing the game. “What if he did?”
When the elevator door dings, Sweeney grabs Billy by the elbow. “Come with me,” he growls.
Snippet 3:
Title: All Bite
Fandom and Pairing: HCL/Durham County, Billy Tallent/Mike Sweeney
Rating: NC-17
Length: 300 words
Prompt: along the brittle treacherous bright streets
of memory comes my heart, singing like
an idiot,whispering like a drunken man
(e.e. cummings)
Author's notes: I think this snippet can stand alone, but it was originally supposed to be a continuation of Billy/Mike Sweeney in "Zero to Sixty."
Beta-ed by
lucifuge_5, rubberbutton, and spuffyduds, and proofreading by M---, and better for it... all remaining errors are my own.“This isn't very 'to serve and protect' of you,” Billy says, letting Joe's doppelganger steer him along the hotel corridor by the elbow while his heart skips beats.
“Tell you what you can serve,” Mike mutters. He reaches in his suit jacket for his room key. They're at his door; he unlocks it and shoves Billy into the room before following him.
“What the f–”
Billy's protest is silenced by the hard mouth on his, the steely grip – bruises, he knows this from Joe: there'll be bruises – on his upper arms. His mouth is devoured, but suddenly he's thrust away. Mike takes off his jacket, loosens his tie, and shoves Billy down onto the bed.
Billy stares up at him, still in a kind of shock. The irony of Joe's double being a cop – a fucking cop – makes him laugh inside. Mike most definitely isn't Joe – he's scarier. Joe was all bark; only some bite.
Mike is all bite.
He's unbuckling his belt, still wearing the shoulder holster with the gun in it, as Billy looks up at him.
“You in?” Mike snarls, unzipping his fly. Pants drop.
Billy can't speak. He just nods, dazed, feeling drugged, though he's years clean and sober. He has prescription pharmaceuticals now.
Sweeney doesn't pull Billy's head to his cock. He takes it out – already hard – and strokes it.
He should get up, get out of this room, get the fuck away from this obviously crazed Mike motherfucker.
“You want?” There's a slight vibrato to Mike's voice, something a little hurt or lonely or desperate. He slowly stops jacking, uncertain.
Maybe not all bite.
Slow like honey, Billy's hands move to Mike's hips. He bends his head and opens his lips.