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Mini-DVD Meme Rides Again
I was going to stay up till midnight so this would be posted tomorrow, but I'm groggy. Anyway, this is going around, and I thought, why not?
Pick a passage from my stories, up to 500 words, from anything I've written in this journal, and comment to this post with that selection (including a link to the story being excerpted). I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the story, awful puns [perhaps], and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
Like Petra over at Dreamwidth I reserve the right to lie egregiously about anything over 3 years old. My stories are listed by character (and sometimes topic) here: http://rubynye.livejournal.com/tag/
Pick a passage from my stories, up to 500 words, from anything I've written in this journal, and comment to this post with that selection (including a link to the story being excerpted). I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the story, awful puns [perhaps], and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.
Like Petra over at Dreamwidth I reserve the right to lie egregiously about anything over 3 years old. My stories are listed by character (and sometimes topic) here: http://rubynye.livejournal.com/tag/
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Jim doesn't flash his usual grin, the bright cocky charmer that dazzles everyone. He smiles, so sweetly Leonard's heart hurts, and runs his fingers through Leonard's hair, resting their foreheads together a moment. "You're not doing any of the work tonight," he murmurs in a hushed voice like he's saying something else entirely, then leans up over Leonard to reach the top drawer.
Leonard curves his hands to the taut swell of Jim's ass and kisses over the pound of his heart, the rise of his pectoral, the sagittal end of his collarbone, the pulse in his throat. Jim sighs with every kiss as he rummages, and when he rocks back up he tips his face down to kiss Leonard again, tightening his thighs around Leonard's hips. He plants one hand by Leonard's head, shuddering against his mouth, and Leonard hears a hot slippery noise and realizes, with a shiver of his own and a surge in his dick, that Jim's started fingering himself, what Jim intends to do with him.
So when Jim leans up, Leonard gasps out, "More lube?" but Jim just shakes his head, his flanks velvety damp but steady, his breathing easy.
"I got this," Jim tells him, stroking him with slick fingers until his eyes roll back. "I got you." Leonard barely manages to push them open against the weight of pleasure as Jim plants both hands on the mattress and eases back onto him, around him, engulfing him centimeter by centimeter in tight heat. Jim's eyelids are creased shut and trembling, his lower lip outslung as his mouth falls open, and Leonard braces his hands on Jim's hips, hard muscles and harder bones, holds his breath as he watches and feels Jim all around him.
They slap flush, almost a thump, Leonard's balls already tightening; Jim gasps once before he smiles, open and wide, and Leonard bites his lip hard against embarrassing himself and stares up at the splendid architecture of Jim's body, his upcurved dick, the wet gleaming dip between his pecs, his flushed radiant face. "Oh, God, Jim," Leonard starts to babble before he chokes on joy, struggling not to say anything ridiculous, and as Jim rocks up his eyes fall shut on the sight of that smile.
Leonard manages not to embarrass himself, mostly because Jim moves patiently, setting a pace like a steady jog. Mostly Jim takes things fast, noisy and wild, while Leonard grumps after him and does his best to keep up, but right now the room echoes with the slow slide of their bodies and their ragged moans. Every time Leonard catches himself wanting to say more he squeezes Jim's hips instead, and Jim undulates a little harder, a little more forcefully, like he already knows every foolish exclamation spinning in the back of Leonard's mind.
♥♥
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Jim doesn't flash his usual grin, the bright cocky charmer that dazzles everyone. He smiles, so sweetly Leonard's heart hurts, and runs his fingers through Leonard's hair, resting their foreheads together a moment.
Because I couldn't resist, really.
"You're not doing any of the work tonight," he murmurs in a hushed voice like he's saying something else entirely,
Something like "I love you and I'm here for you," just possibly. *snickers authorially*
Leonard curves his hands to the taut swell of Jim's ass and kisses over the pound of his heart, the rise of his pectoral, the sagittal end of his collarbone,
I am the ruins of a premedical student, so I have fun describing Jim's pretty body through a doctor's eyes.
So when Jim leans up, Leonard gasps out, "More lube?" but Jim just shakes his head, his flanks velvety damp but steady, his breathing easy.
I switch my couples all around, but I usually have a 'more lube' and a 'lube, what lube' person.
"I got this," Jim tells him, stroking him with slick fingers until his eyes roll back. "I got you."
My notes for this said "have Jim say 'I love you' as many different ways as he can without those words." Or something like.
"Oh, God, Jim," Leonard starts to babble before he chokes on joy, struggling not to say anything ridiculous, and as Jim rocks up his eyes fall shut on the sight of that smile.
AHAHA oh Bones. He was totally going to start babbling about how much he loves Jim and how much this means to him, if he let himself. It's amusing to remember my glee at making him choke himself.
Leonard manages not to embarrass himself, mostly because Jim moves patiently, setting a pace like a steady jog. Mostly Jim takes things fast, noisy and wild, while Leonard grumps after him and does his best to keep up, but right now the room echoes with the slow slide of their bodies and their ragged moans.
I stole that detail from Sarka, I think. Jim would totally -- well, actually, Jim would try to figure out what the person he's with wants, I think, because like a good cook, a good lover knows different people like different things. But I think his usual inclination is to fast and hard, and here for Leonard's sake he's taking it slow.
Every time Leonard catches himself wanting to say more he squeezes Jim's hips instead, and Jim undulates a little harder, a little more forcefully, like he already knows every foolish exclamation spinning in the back of Leonard's mind.
*beams* I'm still glad I wrote them this story. Thank you for having me revisit it!
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That totally came across. ♥
Jim would totally -- well, actually, Jim would try to figure out what the person he's with wants, I think, because like a good cook, a good lover knows different people like different things. But I think his usual inclination is to fast and hard, and here for Leonard's sake he's taking it slow.
I love this detail.
And I love these two, and you! Thanks for commentating for me. :-)