Writing Share/Fave Line/Kiss Tags
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The Beach Episode has slowed a bit as I've reached a potential sex scene and I'm unsure of how explicit I want to make it. In the meantime, I've done some more reading through of the 450k fic I was working on during lockdown and snagging bits I think are good and/or can be repurposed for other fics.
Background here is Telford's POV, longstanding friends-with-benefits arrangement going on with Young. Telford's recruited Rush to the programme and Gloria's still alive. The fave line is bolded and I'm sure you can see why it's my favourite! I love my twisted little guy. 😂
“What are you waiting for?” Young asked, the rough massage he was treating Telford's dick to getting him hard pretty quickly. “Bit awkward.” Telford bit at Young’s neck, pulling his shirt down so he could make marks where no one would see. “I’m not actually going to sleep with him.” The hand stilled and he just about stopped himself from bucking into it. Rewards came to those who waited. Patience was a virtue. All that useless shit. “Why not?” Telford didn’t understand how Young managed to get by thinking solely with his dick without once considering the logic that maybe it wasn't a good idea to alienate the project's lead geek. If he fucked with Rush and it went wrong, then where did that leave him? He’d have practically handed the reigns to Jackson with a wrapped invitation. He knew Young wouldn’t accept that answer, but he also knew the alternative one would ruin the mood. It wouldn’t be too hard to get it back though; Young was a slut when it came down to it. Telford didn’t think he’d ever call the man that unless he was really pissed off, but it was nice to think. “His wife’s dying,” he said, trying not to sound as if he cared more about the hand on his groin than Gloria Rush and her untimely demise. “Cancer,” he supplied as the corners of Young’s mouth turned down. “Shit.” It would be much more convenient if she wasn’t dying, though then maybe she wouldn’t support Rush so ardently when it came to moving across the country and taking up with the military. Telford then considered that it would be more convenient if she had already died. “It’s a shame. I think Nick would be good in bed.” It was probably only because Young was so used to him saying wildly inappropriate things that the man didn’t just get out of bed right then and there. He gave Telford an extremely chastising look instead, which didn’t really hit its mark because Telford had never met anyone in his life who could make him feel chastised. “He told me to dress up for him,” he continued, because apparently his mouth didn’t know what was good for it. At least Young was distracted by that. “What?” Telford cleared his throat and attempted to put on a Scottish accent. He’d never tried one before so he imagined it to be rather lacking in quality. “Wear something other than those fucking fatigues. If you own any normal clothes.” Young laughed and the hand still resting on Telford’s crotch gave him a light squeeze. “I’m gonna wear that leather jacket you said makes me look like a porn star.” Young buried his face in Telford’s neck in response, shoulders shaking with mirth. His hand started stroking again which made Telford hum approvingly. “Why, if you’re not gonna sleep with him?” Telford reasoned that saying ‘so when his wife dies I’m ahead of the curve’ would most likely get him kicked out. It would certainly stop Young’s hand from moving. “Doesn’t mean I can’t have fun.” He hooked a hand into Young’s hair and manoeuvred him into kissing range. Young bit at Telford’s tongue. “Poor Rush.” He didn’t sound as if he felt sorry for the mathematician in the slightest.
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