Free For All Friday
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comment_ficw00t! Better late than never, I always say!
Welcome to another Free for All Friday! You know the rules, be kind and only 3 prompts per fandom, and only 5 prompts (until one of yours is filled, of course).
And if you don't find anything that tickles your fancy, you can always check out our Lonely Prompts. They can always use a bit of love.
Enjoy!
Welcome to another Free for All Friday! You know the rules, be kind and only 3 prompts per fandom, and only 5 prompts (until one of yours is filled, of course).
And if you don't find anything that tickles your fancy, you can always check out our Lonely Prompts. They can always use a bit of love.
Enjoy!
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Date: 2010-01-16 04:33 am (UTC)Filled: Bluffing
Date: 2010-05-23 10:21 am (UTC)The second time Linus asked, they were supposed to be watching a bank, but instead Linus was jacking Rusty off in an alleyway. Mid-act, it had just popped into his mind. It killed the moment. Rusty had glared at him as he buttoned up his pants, "Does he know," he muttered, "Does he know. Of course Danny knows."
The third time Linus was rappelling down and elevator shaft and Rusty poked his head over the edge and threatened to drop him.
The fourth time Rusty was drunk out of his mind and asked if what Linus was really asking for was a threesome, because he happened to know that Danny was not, in fact, up for that sort of thing. Linus had said fuck no and fucked Rusty up against the wall and tried not to think about Rusty's golden hands reaching for Danny after a night of drinking.
The fifth time he asked, because Danny got them separate hotel rooms, and Rusty fucked him into the bed then sat on his chest and regaled him with stories about when he first met Danny. Which hadn't really helped at all.
The sixth time, Rusty gave Linus the evil eye and told him if he ever asked again he'd be cut off. Linus was pretty sure Rusty's libido would win out should such a situation occur, but he didn't want to risk it.
He should've kept asking.
Because then maybe he would've been a bit more prepared when Danny burst into Rusty's hotel room with a gun and only underwear on. Linus, though in the middle of fucking Rusty, had dived off the bed faster than you can say 'that's a gun'. Rusty held up his hands and tried to calm Danny down and reassure him that really, he was ok and not, in fact, being tortured, all with his dick still hard and lube up his ass. Danny had stared at the bed, at Rusty, at the space of air where Linus might have been had his desire for safety not overridden his desire to dive under the blanket. He scratched the back of his head and said, "I-" and stopped and looked uncomfortable some more until Rusty finally said, "You really didn't notice?" And Danny looked even more uncomfortable.
Linus only got to say I told you so three hours later, after Danny and Rusty decided to drink a little and talk things over while watching a soap opera. Linus tried to sneak out early on, but Rusty hooked an arm around his neck and kissed his ear and said, "Well, he knows now."
Re: Filled: Bluffing
Date: 2010-05-23 08:45 pm (UTC)Thank you so much. This is awesome.
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Date: 2010-05-23 09:32 pm (UTC)And yeah, I think Danny's a little more oblivious than he let's on. He definitely only sees what he wants to.
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Date: 2010-01-16 04:51 am (UTC)One for the Team, Esposito/Ryan, PG-13
Date: 2010-03-01 12:20 pm (UTC)“Go long, go long!” Castle calls and throws the mini-football across the office.
Ryan makes a spectacular leap and Castle cheers when he catches the throw, but on the way down something goes wrong. Ryan’s blue eyes go comically wide when he realises what’s about to happen, beside him Esposito’s realised it too, but he doesn’t reach out quickly enough when Ryan’s knee catches on a rolling desk chair and he tips head over heels with a crash to the concrete floor.
“Shit, Ryan!” Esposito shoves the chair aside and kneels beside his partner. He takes his arm and clutches his shoulder, tentative to turn him over. “You all right, bro?”
Castle skids to a stop beside them. “Speak to us, Ryan! I made the throw; I’m still too pretty to be taken in for murder!”
“Ngh… if Beckett asks, this is an old grid iron injury,” Ryan groans tightly and there’s a collective breath of relief when they realise that he’s okay.
In the next moment, Esposito and Castle are doubled over in laughter.
“You should have seen your face when you went down!” Esposito snickers, holding onto Ryan’s arm as he shakes and Ryan’s tight expression of annoyance suggests he isn’t appreciating it.
“That man deserves a drink taking one for the team!” Castle congratulates him and straightens, looking about. “I’ll find your med kit.”
“Just get me off this floor,” Ryan mutters, “Beckett’ll be back any minute.”
Castle holds out a hand to pull him up as Esposito’s arms wind around him, easing his partner into a sitting position. They’ve barely lifted him from the floor when Ryan lets out an aborted shout of agony, knuckles white on Esposito’s sleeve.
“Whoa, easy,” Esposito quickly settles him back down, frowning in real concern.
Ryan’s breathing hard, face pale and sweating, and he can’t seem to let go of Esposito’s arm. His entire body has gone tense. “I don’t think I’m going anywhere, guys.”
“Your back?” Esposito asks and Ryan nods tightly.
“Esposito can kiss it and make it better,” Castle offers and Ryan just grunts while Esposito throws him a look telling him to shut up or be helpful. With a shrug, Castle kneels down again and shuffles close. “Or we can try this tip I learned from a chiropractor I once dated….”
When Beckett steps out of the elevator five minutes later, Ryan’s loud, pained curses make her drop the bag of coffee and donuts. She whips out her piece and runs in to meet whatever threat is causing Ryan to make that noise.
She’s not expecting to see Castle pointing instruction from Ryan’s feet while Esposito does something to his back that makes him jerk, back stiff and finally bowing with relief.
“Ah, Jesus!” Ryan’s head falls back against Esposito’s shoulder, eyes squeezed shut and he heaves deep breaths. “Ha….”
“Hey, it worked!” Castle crows, surprised and delighted.
Beckett raises her hand, but she’s not ready to lower her weapon. “Did I miss something?”
Castle whirls around looking caught out and Beckett purses her lips as he jumps to his feet.
“This better be good, Castle.”
“I was just, we were –“ The writer juts a finger over his shoulder.
“Old grid iron injury,” Esposito fills in, bracing Ryan who’s still boneless against him.
Beckett doesn’t believe him either. She raises an eyebrow at the injured man who’s made no motion to get up off of the floor.
“Ryan?”
Esposito’s hand is rubbing long strokes up and down Ryan’s back and Ryan’s only response has been the occasional wince. When Ryan slowly blinks his eyes open, they don’t quite focus on Beckett.
"Where's the donuts?" He asks.
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