My favorite part is that thing he does with his hand. It’s so intimate and there’s this promise of closeness later after the kid is asleep, totally appropriate for the public venue but showing this deeper affection and attraction. It’s just A+ stuff.
It makes you want to turn off the news. It makes you want to unplug the internet. Or just look at cat GIFs. Believe me, I get it, in the last few weeks, I’ve watched a lot of cats do a lot of weird and interesting things. But we have a job to do and it’ll be good for people and for cats.
Hillary Rodham Clinton, accurately summarizing the entire country’s feelings about the election and reminding us what’s really important. (x)
“I regret nothing. Last night was fantastic. It felt so good to be with you again. If I blush around your mom for a few days, it’s all worth it.”
Zach couldn’t help but respond with a sweet kiss that turned inviting and then heated. And now when he moaned, Chris didn’t hold back at all. Fuck it felt absolutely decadent to have a day to themselves where they could just savor each other. And part of him wanted to take Chris apart right there, but then again, no need to hide behind locked doors.
“Come on,” he whispered. “Let’s go take a shower. There’s no drought, and no one to walk in on us.”
Chris didn’t even answer. He just smiled and grabbed the bottle of lube and walked — a little stiffly, Zach noted with a smile — naked across the hall, giving Zach a gorgeous view. He followed Chris, unable to keep his hands to himself, kissing him languidly as the water warmed. Once the room started filling with steam, they opened the glass door and moved under the water, rotating first so Zach was under the water, then Chris, and finally ending up with Zach pressed against the wall and Chris on his knees and fucking christ it was even better than last night. Chris had two fingers in him, and was swallowing him down with such enthusiasm he was repeatedly hitting the back of Chris’ throat. He was far too close to losing it, and that’s not what he wanted this morning.
“Come here,” he said too softly, tugging at Chris’ hair to make the mind-blowing mouth stop for just a second. Chris looked up, question in his eyes.
“I want you.”
I love it when a beta comment on my chapter is, “You’re killing me.”
As a writer of fanfiction, finding a trustworthy place to put your work matters. I am not just talking about an easy user interface (though AO3 does that) I am talking about a place that allows freedom of expression while allowing readers powerful filtering tools to enable them to find what they desire.
Could it be improved? Yes. Of course. But AO3 truly seems to advocate freedom of expression beyond all else, allowing creative people to explore the vagaries of the human condition while permitting the potential audience to put thorough filters in place.
As a writer I appreciate the opportunity to post my fanfic without censorship or administrative restriction. I appreciate having the autonomy to tag and warn to the best of my ability, and create a more fulfilling, universal platform than any other I have encountered.
I wonder, did it go through Pike’s mind – how Spock and Kirk united would drive the Admiralty up the wall. And then, later, he would be the one to read the reports of these two punks.
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