Maanantai - Cupboards&Closets

[flariariia.livejournal.com]

The weekend is over and Monday looms, so no more entries to the Lonely Prompt Challenges. Hope you had loads of fun!

Before you wonder, Maanantai is Monday in Finnish. I'm flariariia, your guest host for this week and I hope I can spice up your week, not only by teaching you weekday names in Finnish, but by supplying you some inspiring themes.

We're starting off with Cupboards&Closets, furniture that can always, always supply premises to some very hot action. Be it sex in confided spaces or revealing their true sexuality, surely our evil minds can figure out ways to put our favourite pairings into the most interesting situations?

Let's remember how to prompt correctly to keep our code monkeys in happier states! One prompt per comment, as many fics as you want to write to in answer to any prompt you like, even your own.

Example:
-Leverage, Hardison/Author's choice, black, jew, gay and proud
-Leverage/Firefly, Parker/Kaylee, stowaway

And it today's prompts don't tickle you, pop over to the Lonely Prompts. There are always some looking for attention.

Comments

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Narnia RPS, William Moseley/Skandar Keynes, 'such a cliché!'


*whistles* Going to hell, going to hell, la-la-la-la-laaaaa! XD

[merihn.livejournal.com]

I LOVE this. Someone needs to get blincolin over here.

♥

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

I'd like to thank you for bullying blincolin into doing this! ♥

[merihn.livejournal.com]

HEE! I did NOT bully! She's a liar. But I am also glad I told her to come over here cos that was AWESOME. (if you want more of them, go and read her fic.

♥

[samescenes.livejournal.com]

I'm going to begin this with an apology. merihn bullied me.

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They’re absolutely, positively, sickly in love – and frankly, it disgusts Skandar.

“Will,” he says, putting on his serious face. “We need to do something about this.”

“What, my love,” Will replies. He notes Skandar’s serious face with no small amount of concern.

“It’s disturbing, is what it is,” Skander tells him.

“Uh-huh,” Will says. “Remember when we talked about how communication is the key to a successful relationship? Think on the notes I gave you.”

“Screw the notes!” Skandar shouts, but is unable to hide a wince at how loud he’s being. His mother would die if she heard the language he just used.

“Skandar, sweetie,” Will starts, but Skandar cuts him off.

“No, Will. No more sweeties. No more honeys. In fact, no more pet names at all. It’s Skandar.”

At Will’s hurt look, Skandar adds, “Skan will do fine.”

“But, hon – Skan – don’t you think we should talk about this?”

“No, I don’t. I’m sick of being perfect. We’re like a Stepford couple. Or we would be, if they put gay people in movies. We’re a cliché, Will. A cliché.”

Will just looks confused, so Skandar skips ahead to the final phase of his plan.

“Here’s what we should do. We should have sex. Loudly.”

Will looks scandalized. “But the neighbours!”

“Let them hear,” Skandar says.

The phone rings three times that night, before one of them thinks to take it off the hook. The first time, Will’s fingering Skandar open, three fingers stretching him wide, Skandar’s knuckles white on the headboard. “Fuck,” Skandar says, and he’s so distracted he can’t even appreciate the first time he’s sworn in his life.

The second time, Skandar’s tongue is in Will’s ass, Will’s mouth wide and gaping as he chokes out Skandar’s name. Will can’t help the way he twists back, so Skander has to spread his fingers over his hips, digging in so sharply Will can’t help but hope there’ll be marks there in the morning, small black fingerprints over newly blemished skin.

The third time, Will’s thrusting so hard the headboard bangs against the wall. They’re both slippery with sweat, Will’s hand almost too tight around Skandar’s dick, but then his fingers skate up around the head, twisting just right, and Skander shakes underneath Will’s body, meeting every thrust, and when he thinks about the noise they’re making he just yells louder, because he could be getting off on knowing there are people on the other side of the wall.

When they wake up in the morning they’re tangled together. Skandar’s cheek is against Will’s chest, his leg tucked in between Will’s so their feet touch.

Will’s blinking down at him, and he has pillow creases in his cheek and his hair is sticking up.

“Want to do that again?” he says.

“Only this time in reverse,” says Skandar.

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

*whimpers*

Yum! Thank you, darling! (Even if you were bullied into it! XD )

♥

[maab-connor.livejournal.com]

ok, hotness!

[merihn.livejournal.com]

JFKLSHDKASLDHA!!! I KNEW you would do a fucking AWESOME job. That was brilliant and I love you forever and ever.

And I did NOT "bully" you! Liar.
♥

[samescenes.livejournal.com]

It is true. I possibly came here because I saw Will/Skandar and lost all sense of reason.

I also totally ignored that this was part of a themed post: closets and cudboards. I swear I didn't know!

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

But it's also 'cupboards and closets' in a kinda metaphorical 'coming out' sort of way, so...you rock! XD

[samescenes.livejournal.com]

Lol, if anyone asked I was gonna make up some bull about the closet being a metaphor for their trapped nature. Or something :/