Die Hard 4 Ficlet Collection (with Fast and Furious)
Back in December, I posted a comment fic meme, and I’m just getting around to putting the results somewhere a little more…well, just more.
I ended up with a few of these drabbly-ficlety things. The last one is a crossover with Fast and Furious. :)
Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you between one and three sentences from that story.
Oh. OH OH OH. The one where Matt joins John in the shower for early morning shenanigans. :D
- severina2001
"Gave you three minutes," McClane growls when Matt steps bleary-eyed and weak-kneed in behind him, "that was eight."
The spray of the shower is a shade too hot on his sleepy skin when John wraps a big, rough palm around the back of his neck to yank him brusquely forward, and Matt expects the kiss to be as crushing as the authoritative grip the other hand takes on his right hip, but suddenly McClane is moving so slow; nuzzling at his nose, just barely grazing their lips maddeningly over each other, nibbling and licking his way painstakingly inside.
McClane smiles against his lips when Matt's body gives a completely involuntary all-over shudder and he sighs like a virgin cheerleader in the back of daddy's Buick, and when he gives up his hold on Matt's hip to catch restrainingly at his wrist when Matt makes his first move for the goods - Matt gets the distinct feeling he's about to be shown what it's like to be kept waiting.
Nowwwww... the one where Matt threatens to cut off all his hair. YES.
- severina2001
“Ow,” Matt complained, not really meaning it, as John twined his fingers into his hair to tug his head to the side and press his lips to Matt’s throat for what had to be enough times tonight to qualify as obsessive.
“This is because I said my hair was driving me nuts and I wanted to shave it off isn’t it,” Matt guessed, and he was beginning to suspect John’s hearty encouragement that he go right ahead and not be self conscious at all about ‘that thing with his head’ was nothing more than another detective Jedi mind trick to scare him into never considering the idea again.
“Right, this obsession can't be healthy for either of us, I should probably go and do it right n-” and as John let him jerk out of his grasp only in favour of tackling him to the bed, pinning his arms above his head and proceeding to do things to him that never failed to make him buck and squirm, Matt made a mental note to use his newfound power only for good - but as often as possible.
Brian and Matt are friendly ex's, Dom and John don't handle this very well. There may have been manhandling involved in their reactions, but no one is telling.
- averzierlia
"Not sure that's the best idea man," Matt responds slowly to the blond beach bimbo's invitation, "Dominic could get, I dunno, jealous or something."
John hates himself a little for the way Matt rubs at his wrist like he can still feel the pressure of John's grip; for the showy, dark purple blotch conspicuously marking the pale skin of his neck, and the ones lower down, where he'd have to get the kid out of those jeans again to see them.
But not as much he hates the way Matt's eyes flick to that mouth when Brian flashes him one of those stupid, perfectly Crest-white grins that says that just might be exactly what the pretty little fucker has in mind.
.
I ended up with a few of these drabbly-ficlety things. The last one is a crossover with Fast and Furious. :)
Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you between one and three sentences from that story.
Oh. OH OH OH. The one where Matt joins John in the shower for early morning shenanigans. :D
- severina2001
"Gave you three minutes," McClane growls when Matt steps bleary-eyed and weak-kneed in behind him, "that was eight."
The spray of the shower is a shade too hot on his sleepy skin when John wraps a big, rough palm around the back of his neck to yank him brusquely forward, and Matt expects the kiss to be as crushing as the authoritative grip the other hand takes on his right hip, but suddenly McClane is moving so slow; nuzzling at his nose, just barely grazing their lips maddeningly over each other, nibbling and licking his way painstakingly inside.
McClane smiles against his lips when Matt's body gives a completely involuntary all-over shudder and he sighs like a virgin cheerleader in the back of daddy's Buick, and when he gives up his hold on Matt's hip to catch restrainingly at his wrist when Matt makes his first move for the goods - Matt gets the distinct feeling he's about to be shown what it's like to be kept waiting.
Nowwwww... the one where Matt threatens to cut off all his hair. YES.
- severina2001
“Ow,” Matt complained, not really meaning it, as John twined his fingers into his hair to tug his head to the side and press his lips to Matt’s throat for what had to be enough times tonight to qualify as obsessive.
“This is because I said my hair was driving me nuts and I wanted to shave it off isn’t it,” Matt guessed, and he was beginning to suspect John’s hearty encouragement that he go right ahead and not be self conscious at all about ‘that thing with his head’ was nothing more than another detective Jedi mind trick to scare him into never considering the idea again.
“Right, this obsession can't be healthy for either of us, I should probably go and do it right n-” and as John let him jerk out of his grasp only in favour of tackling him to the bed, pinning his arms above his head and proceeding to do things to him that never failed to make him buck and squirm, Matt made a mental note to use his newfound power only for good - but as often as possible.
Brian and Matt are friendly ex's, Dom and John don't handle this very well. There may have been manhandling involved in their reactions, but no one is telling.
- averzierlia
"Not sure that's the best idea man," Matt responds slowly to the blond beach bimbo's invitation, "Dominic could get, I dunno, jealous or something."
John hates himself a little for the way Matt rubs at his wrist like he can still feel the pressure of John's grip; for the showy, dark purple blotch conspicuously marking the pale skin of his neck, and the ones lower down, where he'd have to get the kid out of those jeans again to see them.
But not as much he hates the way Matt's eyes flick to that mouth when Brian flashes him one of those stupid, perfectly Crest-white grins that says that just might be exactly what the pretty little fucker has in mind.
.