FIC: Feel (EM/EB, PG-13), for
50kinkyways
Nov. 15th, 2005 01:00 pmTitle: Feel
Author:
salixbabylon
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 2. Cross-Dressing
Word Count: 302
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes:
heartofslash and I are sharing this at
50kinkyways, each writing one POV -- she's Eric and I'm Ewan. We are further tormenting challenging each other by choosing for the other person what prompt the next part of the fic will be in response to.
As always, no disrespect is meant to either actor and none of this is real.
Feel
Ewan stood in front of the mirror, assessing. Studying the way the green silk complimented him, brought out the color of his eyes, the red in his hair. The way it whispered against his skin, light and cool as air.
He smoothed his hands down the front of the camisole, thumbs dragging over hard nipples, down his stomach. One hand pressed his cock and balls, feeling the way the silk of the tap pants licked his inner thighs. The front pulled up strangely, and if he got any longer or harder, the pants were going to be largely symbolic.
A knock on the door of his hotel room was followed immediately by the sound of it opening and closing, and then suddenly Eric was there, in the mirror behind him. Eyes round, mouth agape, frozen.
Ewan raised his eyebrows in surprise, but after a few long moments of silence, he shifted his expression into something more neutral, almost suppressing his smirk. Eyes and voice dropping, he asked, "Like what you see?:
Eric started, then cleared his throat, emitting a strangled sound rather than a laugh. "Do this often, mate?"
Ewan tried to imagine Eric's perspective, seeing himself this way for the first time: lean hairy legs, lightly muscled arms, and the contrast of the dainty green silk underthings.
He let his head fall to the side and licked his upper lip. "Would you like to find out?"
The front of the tap pants was definitely irrelevant at this point, under Eric's unwavering and hungry focus.
Finally, Ewan turned around. Smiling with the air of a seductress, he held out his hand. "Come feel."
He let his pleasure show as Eric stepped forward. A surprise gift from an old friend, and a new friend to play with – this was a good day.
~end~
Author:
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 2. Cross-Dressing
Word Count: 302
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes:
As always, no disrespect is meant to either actor and none of this is real.
Ewan stood in front of the mirror, assessing. Studying the way the green silk complimented him, brought out the color of his eyes, the red in his hair. The way it whispered against his skin, light and cool as air.
He smoothed his hands down the front of the camisole, thumbs dragging over hard nipples, down his stomach. One hand pressed his cock and balls, feeling the way the silk of the tap pants licked his inner thighs. The front pulled up strangely, and if he got any longer or harder, the pants were going to be largely symbolic.
A knock on the door of his hotel room was followed immediately by the sound of it opening and closing, and then suddenly Eric was there, in the mirror behind him. Eyes round, mouth agape, frozen.
Ewan raised his eyebrows in surprise, but after a few long moments of silence, he shifted his expression into something more neutral, almost suppressing his smirk. Eyes and voice dropping, he asked, "Like what you see?:
Eric started, then cleared his throat, emitting a strangled sound rather than a laugh. "Do this often, mate?"
Ewan tried to imagine Eric's perspective, seeing himself this way for the first time: lean hairy legs, lightly muscled arms, and the contrast of the dainty green silk underthings.
He let his head fall to the side and licked his upper lip. "Would you like to find out?"
The front of the tap pants was definitely irrelevant at this point, under Eric's unwavering and hungry focus.
Finally, Ewan turned around. Smiling with the air of a seductress, he held out his hand. "Come feel."
He let his pleasure show as Eric stepped forward. A surprise gift from an old friend, and a new friend to play with – this was a good day.
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Date: 2005-11-15 10:28 pm (UTC)think I lost consciousness there for a second or two..
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Date: 2005-11-16 12:24 am (UTC)Jen ;->
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Date: 2005-11-16 01:20 am (UTC)Glad you liked!
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Date: 2005-11-16 02:01 am (UTC)Fuck it, I'm commenting. You've set the bar high, my dear. This is going to be one helluva ride!
Ewan... green silk tap pants... Eric's mouth agape... dainty silk underthings...
*checks to see if brain is still functioning*
*can't find a damn thing*
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Date: 2005-11-16 05:06 pm (UTC)I think I saw your brain over here somewhere... It seems to be trying to get into my lingerie drawer...
Can't wait to see what's next, and how this whole thing turns out!
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Date: 2005-11-16 04:22 am (UTC)skhbfkbfdddjgsfd
*pries head from keyboard, allows it to flop backward as I sink to the floor*
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Date: 2005-11-16 05:07 pm (UTC)*Goes to get Eric and asks him to prop you up until you're more under control*
:)
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Date: 2005-11-16 05:07 am (UTC)THUD
*gasp*
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Date: 2005-11-16 05:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-16 06:15 am (UTC)Oh yes...*rowrr*!
Have friended you, hope that's okay!
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Date: 2005-11-16 05:10 pm (UTC)Have friended you back!
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