The Taste of Smoke, by Umbrella_half (R)
Fandom: HARD CORE LOGO
Pairing: Billy/Joe
Length: 700 words
Author on LJ: umbrella_half
Author Website: none
Why this must be read: because umbrella_half has written the most creepy and sensual Hard Core Logo story, ever. And really, creepy and sensual shouldn't go together, but somehow, umbrella_half makes it work.
Billy is hypnotized by this Joe, this new Joe, a Joe with wings and black, black eyes...*shivers*
But then Joe doesn't have smoke-eyes, with the blood-shot whiskey-coke-smoke fire in them. They're just black, this time. Black and vast and metallic, some fucked-up feedback sound. And Joe has wings. Real, honest-to-God (Is God honest? Would you be honest to God?) wings, with white feathers. He smells the same. The ratty sweater and the leather jacket feel the same, smell the same. Warm leather and warmer fabric and sweat and skin and whiskey and smoke. He talks the same shit as ever he did too, winding and weaving and wheezing his way through an idea. He's all flashes of genius and bawdy stories. He uses the words 'cunt' and 'motherfucker' like a priest speaks of the Virgin Mary. And the devil.
The Taste of Smoke.
Pairing: Billy/Joe
Length: 700 words
Author on LJ: umbrella_half
Author Website: none
Why this must be read: because umbrella_half has written the most creepy and sensual Hard Core Logo story, ever. And really, creepy and sensual shouldn't go together, but somehow, umbrella_half makes it work.
Billy is hypnotized by this Joe, this new Joe, a Joe with wings and black, black eyes...*shivers*
But then Joe doesn't have smoke-eyes, with the blood-shot whiskey-coke-smoke fire in them. They're just black, this time. Black and vast and metallic, some fucked-up feedback sound. And Joe has wings. Real, honest-to-God (Is God honest? Would you be honest to God?) wings, with white feathers. He smells the same. The ratty sweater and the leather jacket feel the same, smell the same. Warm leather and warmer fabric and sweat and skin and whiskey and smoke. He talks the same shit as ever he did too, winding and weaving and wheezing his way through an idea. He's all flashes of genius and bawdy stories. He uses the words 'cunt' and 'motherfucker' like a priest speaks of the Virgin Mary. And the devil.
The Taste of Smoke.