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Fastlaneland,
lalala.
Then Other Times
a burble by stungunbilly
Smoke trails spiral towards the sky, rising from the bonfires that are illegal here in the Hollywood Hills. But pretty, Van Strummer-used-to-be-Ray thinks, red and yellow with lots of dangerous shiny sparks. They remind him of the women he has bedded lately; hot and liable to destroy the places where he lives. But pretty.
A low groan threatens to distract him from his fire-watching. Deaq has been making some seriously nasty sounds from behind a twisted oak tree. Hopefully they are the nice kind of nasty, because if Van is expected to rescue his partner the bad guys had better be slow tonight.
He has a very sweet buzz on, and damn blood tests anyway. A senorita named Julia or something like that offered him a tab earlier, and it would have hit the spot nicely. But it's booze or caffeine for the lawman, as his old partner used to say. And ow, that memory [black eyes laughing] is still tender.
Drink to forget, someone or other in some movie said. Luckily Van has a shallow memory for heartache, taught to him young by his father. A little booze for forgetfulness, a smiling woman, a joke with the new [anal freak of a] partner [who does not respect him], and he's good for another day of slavery to a machine that grinds out as many criminals as the streets. With a smile on his face.
Van sighs, and rolls onto his side, away from the darkness, relishing the warmth of the fire on his face. Deaq has begun a sort of sobbing growl that makes the hairs on his arms stand up. He tries not to notice how fucking sexy the man is, but Hayes does not make it easy. Always coming at Van with challenges, no friends rules, stupid boundaries that he's gotta know make Van itch to get close.
With a sharp crack like a rifle shot, a knot on the burning pine log sends sparks swirling through the air. A few land on Van's arm, singeing the hairs. They sting, but he doesn't move until the edge of his sleeve starts to smolder. Even then he hesitates, listening to his partner cry out in ecstasy, tempted to just let himself burn.
~
lalala.
Then Other Times
a burble by stungunbilly
Smoke trails spiral towards the sky, rising from the bonfires that are illegal here in the Hollywood Hills. But pretty, Van Strummer-used-to-be-Ray thinks, red and yellow with lots of dangerous shiny sparks. They remind him of the women he has bedded lately; hot and liable to destroy the places where he lives. But pretty.
A low groan threatens to distract him from his fire-watching. Deaq has been making some seriously nasty sounds from behind a twisted oak tree. Hopefully they are the nice kind of nasty, because if Van is expected to rescue his partner the bad guys had better be slow tonight.
He has a very sweet buzz on, and damn blood tests anyway. A senorita named Julia or something like that offered him a tab earlier, and it would have hit the spot nicely. But it's booze or caffeine for the lawman, as his old partner used to say. And ow, that memory [black eyes laughing] is still tender.
Drink to forget, someone or other in some movie said. Luckily Van has a shallow memory for heartache, taught to him young by his father. A little booze for forgetfulness, a smiling woman, a joke with the new [anal freak of a] partner [who does not respect him], and he's good for another day of slavery to a machine that grinds out as many criminals as the streets. With a smile on his face.
Van sighs, and rolls onto his side, away from the darkness, relishing the warmth of the fire on his face. Deaq has begun a sort of sobbing growl that makes the hairs on his arms stand up. He tries not to notice how fucking sexy the man is, but Hayes does not make it easy. Always coming at Van with challenges, no friends rules, stupid boundaries that he's gotta know make Van itch to get close.
With a sharp crack like a rifle shot, a knot on the burning pine log sends sparks swirling through the air. A few land on Van's arm, singeing the hairs. They sting, but he doesn't move until the edge of his sleeve starts to smolder. Even then he hesitates, listening to his partner cry out in ecstasy, tempted to just let himself burn.
~
