good saturday

[withimpunity]

Trying to exercise the (rusty so rusty omg) writing muscles today. I've nothing else to do and I'm feeling an inkling of creativity, so here goes nothing,

I Can Haz Prompts?

I'm going to start off just trying to drabble, 100-200 words. Just give a pairing and a prompt if you can think of one. Include a photo, a lyrics, whatever you like. I hope I can do this, I really miss writing. :)

Fandoms I can write in: Supernatural¹, Generation Kill, White Collar, Band of Brothers², Life, Jsquared, Joe/Nick.

1 - Just not Dean/Cas. :)

2 - Winters/Nixon is about the only thing I can write, even though I have many other ships. I could even do DLew/RLiv if lean that way.

Comments

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

"14...13...12...11..."

"Aren't you supposed to spend New Year's with the person you want to spend the next year with?" Joe asks, sticking his freezing feet under the covers, warming them up against Nick's. Nick makes a sound in protest, but deals with it. If not, Joe will whine about how he's going to get frostbite and it will all be Nick's fault when he loses A TOE and does Nick want to be responsible for being the one that made Joe lose A TOE? And Nick is just too tired for that shit right now.

"I don't know, Joe." He yawns, curling up against Joe's side, back of his knuckles brushing Joe's ribs between them. "I guess."

"10...9..."

"Good. That's good," Joe grins, nuzzling against the top of Nick's head. He tangles his fingers in Nick's messy curls, soft and still damp from his shower earlier.

"7...6...5...4..."

"That balls hits zero, I'm kissing you. This is your warning," Joe tells him. Nick laughs softly against Joe's chest because duh, Joe kisses him every New Year's Eve, its just what they do. Joe would kiss an T-Rex if you put it near him on New Year's Eve though. Joe just likes to slobber on people.

"2..1...HA-"

"Happy New New, Nick." Joe murmurs and tips Nick's head back. Its not a sloppy, wet dog kind of kiss, with Joe's tongue slip sliding all over his face this year. Its not a peck on the cheek like last year. Its not even a fake make-out kiss where Joe covers Nick's mouth with his hand and pretends to kiss him. No, its a real kiss, Joe's soft lips pressing insistently against his, then Joe's tongue, warm and wet, persuading Nick to part his lips. Nick's mouth falls open more out of shock than anything else, and he kisses Joe back because he feels silly just lying there, letting Joe's lips rub across his. Joe makes this soft sound in the back of his throat whenever their tongues touch for the first time and his fingers twist up in Nick's wifebeater, pulling him closer. Nick's so sleepy and it feels kind of nice, Joe's fingers in his hair, kissing him so soft and gentle, exploring all the little parts of Nick's mouth he's never got to explore before, and that's so Joe, having to know every little bit about him. Nick moans a little when Joe sucks on his bottom lip and laces his fingers around Joe's neck, pulling him in closer. They keep kissing just like that, slow and sweet, tasting each other, mapping out each other's mouths until Nick's mouth feels raw.

When Joe finally pulls away, they're both breathless and panting and pink all over. Nick's a little hard, but when isn't he these days? Its definitely not something new.

"Wow," Nick murmurs, touching the side of his mouth, his lips, wet and kind of tingly where Joe was kissing him.

"I warned you," Joe grins and pulls the covers up, turning out the light next to the bed. "Now go to bed, Nicholas. You haven't slept since last year!

Nick sighs and wraps his arms around Joe under the bed sheets. His brother is a gigantic dork and there is no one else he'd rather spend the next year with either.

[underdelusions.livejournal.com]

NGL, I teared up a little. I don't get to see fic like this very often anymore.

Its not even a fake make-out kiss where Joe covers Nick's mouth with his hand and pretends to kiss him.
May have made my night. Or well, day, since it's 3:17am. That's just - ugh, JOE.

This was just so sweet, and I LOVE that it was slow and gentle. And god, Joe WARNED him, and it was loving and everything it should ever be between them.

THANK YOU. SO MUCH.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

I like my boys best when they just like, don't realize that they're kinda fucked up and what they're doing is wrong, that this is just what they do. And I like my Joe a little sneaky, hehe.

I'm really glad you liked it!