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katikatTitle: Bells, Music and Happily Ever After
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katikat
Fandom: The Donald Strachey Mysteries
Disclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply here.
Words: 660
Warnings: Sex... and bad humor :D
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Donald thinks he should have expected it. Their first date included a hostage situation after all. First Time Challenge.
Notes: A big thank you goes to my wonderful beta,yami_tai!
Donald thinks he should have expected it. Their first date included a hostage situation after all. In his own defense he has to say that he took all possible precautions… but who could have planned for a fucking hand grenade?
Actually, it all started amazingly well. Candle-lit dinner at home – just to be safe – a bottle of an expensive red wine, the lighting dimmed and soft music… Even now he remembers how perfectly Timmy fit in his arms, like two jigsaw puzzle pieces falling in place…
But then there was the squeal of tires in the street outside and a hand grenade flew in, smashing the window to pieces. He barely had time to throw Timmy behind a couch and cover him with his own body before it went off, making his little house forever uninhabitable.
And then there were the cops and firemen and EMTs and the trip to the ER and Donald was sure that he wouldn't see Timmy again because no one could consider him worth risking their lives for on daily basis.
Amazingly though, Tim was still there when Donald left the emergency room with a bandaged knee and a prescription for good, strong drugs. And as Donald watched Timothy who was sleeping all curled up in one of the waiting room's uncomfortable plastic chairs, face bruised and white shirt all bloody, he realized that he was truly, madly, deeply in love.
In the wee hours of morning, Donald went home with Tim. He tried to tell Timmy that he could take a room in the motel nearby but Timothy only pushed his cracked glasses up and looked at him down his long, aristocratic nose, giving him the patented "you're starting to piss me off" look he did so well.
The sun was just cresting the horizon, all warm and pink and orange, when they made love for the first time. It wasn't fast and dirty, it wasn't in any way like anything he was used to. It was slow and gentle but so hot and deeply satisfying that he feared his bones would melt into happy, sated goo.
And he was sure that they went through a half of the Karma Sutra that day – and a day it was, a whole day, the cops and insurance companies and ringing phones be damned. Donald would have never believed that Timothy Callahan, the anally retentive – for the lack of better words – deeply religious and obsessively polite Tim Callahan would turn into such a… tiger in bed. And an insatiable tiger at that.
But even though they went through so many sexual positions that his head spun just thinking about it and his muscles were screaming abuse, there was one particular that he would never forget, no matter how many times they made love in the years to come. His favorite one…
He would forever remember the look in Tim's eyes, the rapt expression on his face as he straddled Donald's hips and with excruciating slowness impaled himself on his lover's cock, moaning and kneading Donald's chest with his restless hands while Donald held him by his thighs, feeling the muscles tremble under his hands, feeling the tightness, the heat that surrounded his cock as Timothy sank lower and lower, sheathing his lover inside himself. They stared each other in the eyes, never looking away as Timmy rode him slowly; his gentle sighs and moans unfurling something tight in Donald's chest, making butterflies flutter their wings in his stomach and the blood roar in his ears.
And when the glow that made him feel all giddy and seventeen again didn't dissipate even hours later, when they lay on the rumpled sheets facing each other, finally sated, warm and loose-limbed, silly grins on their faces as they pressed closer, their foreheads touching, Donald knew that this was it. This was really IT. The whole fucking nine yards, bells and music and happily ever after.
And that's how it began…
The End
Author:
katikatFandom: The Donald Strachey Mysteries
Disclaimer: All standard disclaimers apply here.
Words: 660
Warnings: Sex... and bad humor :D
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Donald thinks he should have expected it. Their first date included a hostage situation after all. First Time Challenge.
Notes: A big thank you goes to my wonderful beta,
yami_tai!Donald thinks he should have expected it. Their first date included a hostage situation after all. In his own defense he has to say that he took all possible precautions… but who could have planned for a fucking hand grenade?
Actually, it all started amazingly well. Candle-lit dinner at home – just to be safe – a bottle of an expensive red wine, the lighting dimmed and soft music… Even now he remembers how perfectly Timmy fit in his arms, like two jigsaw puzzle pieces falling in place…
But then there was the squeal of tires in the street outside and a hand grenade flew in, smashing the window to pieces. He barely had time to throw Timmy behind a couch and cover him with his own body before it went off, making his little house forever uninhabitable.
And then there were the cops and firemen and EMTs and the trip to the ER and Donald was sure that he wouldn't see Timmy again because no one could consider him worth risking their lives for on daily basis.
Amazingly though, Tim was still there when Donald left the emergency room with a bandaged knee and a prescription for good, strong drugs. And as Donald watched Timothy who was sleeping all curled up in one of the waiting room's uncomfortable plastic chairs, face bruised and white shirt all bloody, he realized that he was truly, madly, deeply in love.
In the wee hours of morning, Donald went home with Tim. He tried to tell Timmy that he could take a room in the motel nearby but Timothy only pushed his cracked glasses up and looked at him down his long, aristocratic nose, giving him the patented "you're starting to piss me off" look he did so well.
The sun was just cresting the horizon, all warm and pink and orange, when they made love for the first time. It wasn't fast and dirty, it wasn't in any way like anything he was used to. It was slow and gentle but so hot and deeply satisfying that he feared his bones would melt into happy, sated goo.
And he was sure that they went through a half of the Karma Sutra that day – and a day it was, a whole day, the cops and insurance companies and ringing phones be damned. Donald would have never believed that Timothy Callahan, the anally retentive – for the lack of better words – deeply religious and obsessively polite Tim Callahan would turn into such a… tiger in bed. And an insatiable tiger at that.
But even though they went through so many sexual positions that his head spun just thinking about it and his muscles were screaming abuse, there was one particular that he would never forget, no matter how many times they made love in the years to come. His favorite one…
He would forever remember the look in Tim's eyes, the rapt expression on his face as he straddled Donald's hips and with excruciating slowness impaled himself on his lover's cock, moaning and kneading Donald's chest with his restless hands while Donald held him by his thighs, feeling the muscles tremble under his hands, feeling the tightness, the heat that surrounded his cock as Timothy sank lower and lower, sheathing his lover inside himself. They stared each other in the eyes, never looking away as Timmy rode him slowly; his gentle sighs and moans unfurling something tight in Donald's chest, making butterflies flutter their wings in his stomach and the blood roar in his ears.
And when the glow that made him feel all giddy and seventeen again didn't dissipate even hours later, when they lay on the rumpled sheets facing each other, finally sated, warm and loose-limbed, silly grins on their faces as they pressed closer, their foreheads touching, Donald knew that this was it. This was really IT. The whole fucking nine yards, bells and music and happily ever after.
And that's how it began…
The End
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Date: 2007-08-22 12:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-22 07:00 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for your feedback :)
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Date: 2007-08-22 10:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-22 02:15 am (UTC)<3 <3 <3
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Date: 2007-08-22 07:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-22 04:06 pm (UTC)And LOL! Hand grenade, ftw!!
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Date: 2007-08-22 07:03 pm (UTC)Thank you for your review :)
Manbuns ftw!
Date: 2007-08-22 09:50 pm (UTC)The Lady 529
Re: Manbuns ftw!
Date: 2007-08-23 07:19 pm (UTC)These two are just perfect for each other! :D
Re: Manbuns ftw!
Date: 2007-08-23 11:06 pm (UTC)And they are indeed.
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Date: 2007-08-22 11:36 pm (UTC)Oh, I loved that so much. *happy sigh* Especially your descriptions of the beautiful Timmy. ***Timothy only pushed his cracked glasses up and looked at him down his long, aristocratic nose*** and ***the anally retentive – for the lack of better words – deeply religious and obsessively polite Tim Callahan would turn into such a… tiger in bed. And an insatiable tiger at that**** I do love those two boys; the two of them together add up to so much more than an ordinary 1+1!! Thanks for letting us see your version of their first time.
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Date: 2007-08-23 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-24 05:55 am (UTC)"... but Timothy only pushed his cracked glasses up and looked at him down his long, aristocratic nose, giving him the patented "you're starting to piss me off" look he did so well."
Timmy rules!
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Date: 2007-08-24 06:08 pm (UTC)He does, he does, doesn't he? I so hope that there will be more movies this year because Sebastian Spence is awesome in this role!
And I thank you for your review :)
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