[ONE-SHOT] Summer Time (Mark/Chris) (ENG)
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sevenswellsTitle: Summer Time
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sevenswells
Beta: Once again,drgaellon saves the day!
Rating: NC-17
Fandom/Pairing: Glee RPS, Mark Salling/Chris Colfer
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Comments: Summer of Fics strikes again! °0° This is not the sequel to Emit Remmus, but in my head they're related, it's supposed to mirror it somehow - at least the title literally does. It was inspired bygwendy1 's epic comment on Emit Remmus, Ella Fitzgerald singing Summertime (she's my favourite singer of all times) and Mark talking about corvids. I saw that video yesterday evening and I found myself strangely turned on by Mark's nerdy talk ("Can I finish? This is ~*really*~ important!" awwww <333 ), plus the temperature last night was like four hundred degrees and I decided I had to find a way to exorcise the heat because I was liquefying. And now I will stop with the RPFs and go back to food porn, sorry about that.
Word count: 687 w.
It's a dream he often has, but he knows it's happened.
They're lying in bed together, naked, Chris's body draped over his, a leg over his thighs, an arm across his chest. Chris's head is half resting on a pillow, half on his bent arm, so that his forearm is up, wrist crooked, and his fingers are lightly brushing Chris's shoulder, round and round in erratic circles.
The place where their skins meet is sticky with sweat, and hot, but neither of them wants to move just yet.
The blinds are shut, but the afternoon glow is nevertheless present in the room, making everything appear somewhat golden, and all around the lines are burnt. Through the still air, he hears Chris's breathing, steady and relaxed, although he knows that Chris is half-awake, half-dozing, just like he is. They can't really sleep, because it's not really time to, even though he would admit he has no precise information about that. The scorching heat doesn't help, either; it's been like this for hours without the slightest alteration in the temperature. It's just been going on and on, and he has no idea how long they've been like this.
Something does change at some point: he hears a caw, outside. Or maybe he's just invented it, in one of the short dreams that creep up on him every time his eyelids flutter closed, and that vanish when he re-emerges from time to time. But this cry, this caw, it breaks their lull.
"A bird," he mumbles. "And a fish."
"What?" Chris whispers in return.
"You're the fish," he insists, words slowly unfurling on his tongue as if he were drunk. "I'm the bird, obviously, 'cos I like them. You're the fish because you're at ease. Always. A social fish."
Chris chuckles very, very softly, and he feels him shifting. Chris places his cheek on his chest and moves his leg away from his thighs. It's suddenly cooler, which is supposed to be fine, but the hot-cold sensation in the few seconds where his body re-adapts isn't comfortable.
"You're not making any sense," Chris says. It's a simple statement, without any derision.
He feels Chris's fingers playing lazily with one nipple, as if Chris just discovered he could occupy himself with it. Then, once again as if the idea has just crossed Chris's mind, Chris's hand goes to grab his cock without further ado, and in very slow strokes starts masturbating him, while Chris's mouth closes on his nipple and sucks gently. It's nice but weird, because he's aroused yet still drowsy. He never knew arousal could also be, well, calm, like that, and it's not the first contradiction Chris magically turns into an accepted fact.
Chris is stroking in a leisurely way, like he has all the time in the world, like there could be no end to this.
"But where would they live?" He asks, his words still hushed, as they often are in suffocating afternoons like these.
"Who, my love?" Still moving his hand, Chris stops sucking on his nipple and Chris's chin goes to rest on his chest.
"The bird. And the fish."
"Tell me."
Chris never stops stroking, never steps up the rhythm, which couldn't possibly slow down any further.
"It's this quote," he continues. "They may love each other, but..."
He's a little surprised to feel the orgasm build up in his stomach, steadily.
"But?"
"But where would they build a home to-gether?"
Pleasure hits him in the middle of the word "together," so it comes out cut in half by a small gasp. Chris still doesn't stop and milks the last thread of come out of his cock. When it's over, Chris's hand just stays there around his softening shaft. It was not a devastating orgasm, only a sweet, pleasant one. His muscles merely feel a little bit heavier than before, his head a little lighter.
Then he hears Chris telling him in a murmur, "You already know the answer to that, though, don't you?"
And the dream usually ends with the words, "At the edge of the water."
Author:
sevenswells Beta: Once again,
drgaellon saves the day! Rating: NC-17
Fandom/Pairing: Glee RPS, Mark Salling/Chris Colfer
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Comments: Summer of Fics strikes again! °0° This is not the sequel to Emit Remmus, but in my head they're related, it's supposed to mirror it somehow - at least the title literally does. It was inspired by
gwendy1 's epic comment on Emit Remmus, Ella Fitzgerald singing Summertime (she's my favourite singer of all times) and Mark talking about corvids. I saw that video yesterday evening and I found myself strangely turned on by Mark's nerdy talk ("Can I finish? This is ~*really*~ important!" awwww <333 ), plus the temperature last night was like four hundred degrees and I decided I had to find a way to exorcise the heat because I was liquefying. And now I will stop with the RPFs and go back to food porn, sorry about that.Word count: 687 w.
It's a dream he often has, but he knows it's happened.
They're lying in bed together, naked, Chris's body draped over his, a leg over his thighs, an arm across his chest. Chris's head is half resting on a pillow, half on his bent arm, so that his forearm is up, wrist crooked, and his fingers are lightly brushing Chris's shoulder, round and round in erratic circles.
The place where their skins meet is sticky with sweat, and hot, but neither of them wants to move just yet.
The blinds are shut, but the afternoon glow is nevertheless present in the room, making everything appear somewhat golden, and all around the lines are burnt. Through the still air, he hears Chris's breathing, steady and relaxed, although he knows that Chris is half-awake, half-dozing, just like he is. They can't really sleep, because it's not really time to, even though he would admit he has no precise information about that. The scorching heat doesn't help, either; it's been like this for hours without the slightest alteration in the temperature. It's just been going on and on, and he has no idea how long they've been like this.
Something does change at some point: he hears a caw, outside. Or maybe he's just invented it, in one of the short dreams that creep up on him every time his eyelids flutter closed, and that vanish when he re-emerges from time to time. But this cry, this caw, it breaks their lull.
"A bird," he mumbles. "And a fish."
"What?" Chris whispers in return.
"You're the fish," he insists, words slowly unfurling on his tongue as if he were drunk. "I'm the bird, obviously, 'cos I like them. You're the fish because you're at ease. Always. A social fish."
Chris chuckles very, very softly, and he feels him shifting. Chris places his cheek on his chest and moves his leg away from his thighs. It's suddenly cooler, which is supposed to be fine, but the hot-cold sensation in the few seconds where his body re-adapts isn't comfortable.
"You're not making any sense," Chris says. It's a simple statement, without any derision.
He feels Chris's fingers playing lazily with one nipple, as if Chris just discovered he could occupy himself with it. Then, once again as if the idea has just crossed Chris's mind, Chris's hand goes to grab his cock without further ado, and in very slow strokes starts masturbating him, while Chris's mouth closes on his nipple and sucks gently. It's nice but weird, because he's aroused yet still drowsy. He never knew arousal could also be, well, calm, like that, and it's not the first contradiction Chris magically turns into an accepted fact.
Chris is stroking in a leisurely way, like he has all the time in the world, like there could be no end to this.
"But where would they live?" He asks, his words still hushed, as they often are in suffocating afternoons like these.
"Who, my love?" Still moving his hand, Chris stops sucking on his nipple and Chris's chin goes to rest on his chest.
"The bird. And the fish."
"Tell me."
Chris never stops stroking, never steps up the rhythm, which couldn't possibly slow down any further.
"It's this quote," he continues. "They may love each other, but..."
He's a little surprised to feel the orgasm build up in his stomach, steadily.
"But?"
"But where would they build a home to-gether?"
Pleasure hits him in the middle of the word "together," so it comes out cut in half by a small gasp. Chris still doesn't stop and milks the last thread of come out of his cock. When it's over, Chris's hand just stays there around his softening shaft. It was not a devastating orgasm, only a sweet, pleasant one. His muscles merely feel a little bit heavier than before, his head a little lighter.
Then he hears Chris telling him in a murmur, "You already know the answer to that, though, don't you?"
And the dream usually ends with the words, "At the edge of the water."
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Date: 2010-06-27 08:42 pm (UTC)JE SUIS SUPER FAN.
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Date: 2010-06-27 08:54 pm (UTC)(Yeah, I still want more of your Puck/Kurt foodie!porn, miss. :P I just found the bonus post!)
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Date: 2010-06-28 02:08 am (UTC)It takes talent to write a relaxing, dreamy sex scene.
Great job-
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Date: 2010-06-28 06:33 am (UTC)PS: I just realized I loved this without seeing the author then saw it was you and went OF COURSE.
I will explain this very shortly but... when I read a good book, like Ursula K. Le Guin or Anne Rice, at the end of the book, I feel like I'm floating and that for a few minutes, sometimes hours, I AM the characters in the book. I see the world through their EYES and think like they think.
This fic has less than 1000 words and yet by the end, I felt underwater, drowsy, with sun over my head even thou its 2 AM and the fan is on. I felt like Mark.
This was really amazing. Thank you.
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Date: 2010-06-28 01:49 pm (UTC)Moment de plat avec des airs de lourdeur, et engourdissement -paisible cependant- ...il fait chaud, hein?
Moi non plus ça ne me donne pas envie de sortir...: j'ai fait un gâteau, tu en veux? =)
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Date: 2010-06-28 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-28 04:54 pm (UTC)(oh god and now as I'm writing theses lines there goes thunder T____T jeezus )
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Date: 2010-06-28 04:58 pm (UTC)I wish I could feel some kind of breeze, too, here. Good god even my eyes are melting.
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Date: 2010-06-28 05:01 pm (UTC)Je vais mourir à Japan Expo T____T
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Date: 2010-06-28 05:07 pm (UTC)Yeah, I still want more of your Puck/Kurt foodie!porn, miss.
God I want to write it too, you have no idea! I really hope I can put up chapter 2 as quick as possible!
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Date: 2010-06-28 05:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-28 05:10 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for such a sweet comment, I'm really really pleased that you liked it! I don't know if I deserve all those compliments, but I sure as hell appreciate it a lot! *hugs*
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Date: 2010-06-28 05:16 pm (UTC)Tain oué il fait chaud! (oh bordel et maintenant v'là l'orage) Quand je pense à ce qui va m'attendre à Japan Expo même mes yeux se mettent à transpirer, sérieux! (...hum, charmant, je sais)
Han, du gâteau! Il est à quoi? Je te l'échange contre du melon stu veux, j'ai des réserves pour jusqu'en 2020! om nom nom nom
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Date: 2010-06-28 06:03 pm (UTC)Eep! :S I would gladly trade you some French heat for our Aussie cold! (But perhaps not the thunder, haha.)
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Date: 2010-06-28 09:37 pm (UTC)Il fait chaud ? :o je vis dans le Sud (dans les Hautes Alpes) et il fait plutôt bon dernièrement XD. Bon, je vis en otarcie depuis quelques jours aussi (je révise mon ami l'oral) et je suis frileuse donc je ne sens pas trop la chaleur. Certes j'ai senti une élévation de la température mais rien de bien drastique ...
*pat pat* courage 8D;
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Date: 2010-06-28 10:23 pm (UTC)For good measure, what he says about the French is hilarious and very true too XD http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OK8uPFwL4Xk
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Date: 2010-06-29 12:51 am (UTC)hey..
...you were the one that drew Sailor!Kurt and Tuxedo!Puck... omg that was sooo cute!!! ahhahah Sorry.. just had a fangirl moment, hahaha!
Wonderful story was wonderful!!
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Date: 2010-06-30 02:02 pm (UTC)And yeah, that was me with the Sailor Moon fanart - still wondering what got into me that day O____o
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Date: 2010-06-30 02:10 pm (UTC)...is it me or is your icon *REALLY* appropriate to comment on an RPS fic? :DDD
Just sayin'...
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Date: 2010-07-24 06:21 am (UTC)You wrote a fanfic that was inspired by my comment! :D I can't stop smiling. This is so awesome and such a great fanfic.
I loved the bird and fish riddle. I just love this so much. I'm bookmarking this!
I am so humbled and flattered that I could inspire you. <3