Cloud no. 9

[lolitics_meme]

1) All fills for prompts of the earlier prompt posts go in the post the prompt was posted in. No re-posting or splitting up prompts and fills.
2) Self-prompt when you post unprompted fic. (This means posting what the fill is about in a first comment, like a real prompt, and commenting on that with your fill.)
3) Try not to get too srs business.

Comments

[anonymous]

Somebody in an earlier comment said that if they think any permutation within New Labour OT4 actually happened, it'd be Mandelbrown.

So... fic, please. Was it a one-off? Brief affair? Or something even more complex.. (Pre-1994 I'd imagine but feel free to set it in any time you want.)

[anonymous]

That was me XD

I might just fill this *whistles as exams rush by*. I'd love to do Mandelbrown again, but no promises (:

Fill: The End, part 1/3

[anonymous]

Answer: It was something more complex

Fill: The End, part 1/3 - Without formatting fail - please ignore the above part D:

[anonymous]

All the heads in the room turned to the door as it opened and Peter slipped inside, exhausted but looking as smart as always in a perfectly tailored suit. Sarah gave him a grim smile. She was standing over Gordon, holding his shoulder while he slumped unhappily at his desk. Charlie and Ed were loitering nearby, and Sue was scratching a note into the margin of her diary

Fill: The End, part 2/3

[anonymous]

Peter smiled and slid down onto the bed, peeling away his suit jacket and divesting himself of his strawberry jumper and shirt, leaving his tie on the pile of clothing. Gordon watched as he unhesitatingly removed his trousers and underwear, stretching out contentedly on the hotel bed, his thighs slightly parted.

“Once more, for old time’s sake,” he whispered, “don’t worry about being gentle; I’m not made of porcelain any longer. Do what you have to. I want you calm by the time you address the cameras.”

“I’m not going to address the fucking cameras,” Gordon snarled, tearing off his jacket and unbuckling his belt, freeing his half-hard cock and kicking away his trousers and underwear, “I don’t have to resign and I’m not going to bloody well be pushed out by the media.” He furiously dragged Peter to the head of the bed, and Peter closed his eyes, keeping his breaths steady as he felt the heavy weight lower onto his chest, crushing air from his lungs. Strong, saliva-slicked fingers found their way to his entrance and pressed inside

Fill: The End, part 3/3

[anonymous]

“I know.” Gordon said, his broad shoulders crumpling, “It’s so difficult, Peter. Stay with me through this. I can’t do it without you

Re: Fill: The End, part 3/3

[anonymous]

omg ;____; OP here. Shame about the formatting!fail in the first part, I hope people aren't put off by it and read this because omfggg so delicious.

I love the wistful, sad atmosphere towards the end and the rage of the beginning. And Peter being so collected throughout the whole thing and slips back into his professional self when it's all done.

Mmm wish I could write porn this well myself. Thank you so much for filling ♥

Re: Fill: The End, part 3/3

[anonymous]

Oh. Crap. That's what happens when you post late at night, I'd better do that again. Thank you anyway (:

Re: Fill: The End, part 3/3

[anonymous]

God, this is so raw, it's heartbreaking. And that's not even mentioning the hot. <333 A uniquely believable fic with so much tangible emotion and, oh god. *cuddles fic*

Bravo. :)

Re: Fill: The End, part 3/3

[anonymous]

Gahh, thank you so much anon! *hugs wildly* I really can't get to the bottom of their weird, weird relationship, but at least I can make them have sex (: