7:30 (LATE! FUCK! WIRELESS SUCKS!)

Feb 04, 2007 19:42

7:30

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By brooklinegirl
Canadian RPS
Hugh Dillon/Callum Keith Rennie
For superpornsunday!
NC-17
Summary: Hugh's good at the unscripted stuff.

Huge, ginormous thanks to both spacebabe and malnpudl for close, fabulous betas on this!

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verushka70 February 19 2007, 03:48:35 UTC
oh.my.god. Because, like, it isn't pwp. (Not that there's anything wrong with that; that's just one of the many lovable kinds of porning.) And because it isn't superficial. (Not that there's anything wrong with that, either; I've enjoyed totally superficial smut before, and certainly will again.)

And because you just let it --let them-- build, and build, and build until we readers can't stand it... And this sounds like sexual metaphor, but I actually don't mean it that way --even though it could easily work that way, with the level of heat here-- because there is so much more to it than that.

It's squee-squirming intimacy, is what it is, you're in his head telling their story before they ever slip into the secret, might-get-caught, can't-help-themselves heat and desire ...and then separation... and finally their hotter-than-hot coming-back-together with ::sob:: sweet ass foreplay that no one ever thinks to put in before the fucking (I'm as guilty as anyone else, and I know better) and even sweeter (and by that I mean hotter) ( ... )

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desfinado January 26 2012, 07:15:16 UTC
GUHHHH.

Christ, it was good. Put a camera on the two of them, or take it off, it didn't matter. Joe and Billy slid into place so easy, so fucking easy.

THIS. This is what is intriguing me SO MUCH about these two, and I love how you work it in here while still respecting those differences, those distinctions, between their characters and themselves.

"Clever," Callum breathed, one eyebrow going even further up.

"Shut the fuck up, cuntface." Hugh grabbed hold of Callum's hips roughly and turned him over.

He dragged Callum's jeans down his thighs, then pulled them all the way off, holding Callum down as he cursed against the pillows. Dragged those dark blue briefs down and off, too, and then it was just Callum there, face down on the cheap hotel bedspread, the tail of his shirt trailing loosely over his ass. Hugh was pinning him with one hand spread in the center of his back, but Callum wasn't really trying to get away. He was just shifting on the bed there, like he was testing Hugh, and fuck that. OH GOD YES. Fuuuuuuuuuck. Mohawk- ( ... )

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