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rileyc.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2005-08-30 08:49 pm
Remorseless Reality by CatHeights (Rated NC-17)
ETA to correct some major goofs in attribution. Shame-faced apologies to Cat & Rustler for mixing you. :( Thank God ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ultraviolet730 caught it. *phew*
Fandom: Oz
Pairing: B/K
Author on LJ:cheights
Author Website: CatHeight's Lair
Why this must be read: Because it will make you hurt -- but in that really good way the B/K boys have with angst. This is Keller, S5, longing for Toby, and explores the inspiration of a certain line he delivers at one point.
It was written to answer a wish fic for last year'soz_magi challenge, that request being for angsty masturbation, and I think you will agree this comes up aces on delivering.
Keller stepped closer and traced a finger down Beecher's chest, over his stomach, and across his groin. He let his hand rest there, pressing slightly. "I thought I'd fuck you over this nice, solid desk."
Laughter filled the room. "I like the way you think. You know, I've got a couple of open positions in my cabinet. Interested?"
"Depends on what you're offering," Keller said. He moved closer, rubbing against Beecher's thigh.
"The best position. Starting today, you'll be the only one I'll let fuck me over. I'll give you that power."
"I'll keep it," Keller said. He'd always had that power over Beecher, and Beecher over him.
"Good." Beecher kissed him. "Get to work."
"My pleasure." Keller pushed Beecher backward, his hand brushing something velvety. He knotted his fingers in those ridiculously expensive curtains and tugged. The sound of fabric ripping away from curtain rods filled him with satisfaction. "My fucking pleasure."
His words drifted off, and Beecher was gone.
Keller wasn't sure what had woken him, perhaps it had been a hack making his nightly rounds, but whatever it had been was goddamn rude. A bit of thin sheet was clasped in his hand, and he released it with a frown of disgust. He turned onto his side, his semi-hard cock brushing against the rough material that offered little comfort and never fought off the chill.
Find the rest here:
Remorseless Reality
ultraviolet730 caught it. *phew*Fandom: Oz
Pairing: B/K
Author on LJ:
cheightsAuthor Website: CatHeight's Lair
Why this must be read: Because it will make you hurt -- but in that really good way the B/K boys have with angst. This is Keller, S5, longing for Toby, and explores the inspiration of a certain line he delivers at one point.
It was written to answer a wish fic for last year's
oz_magi challenge, that request being for angsty masturbation, and I think you will agree this comes up aces on delivering.Keller stepped closer and traced a finger down Beecher's chest, over his stomach, and across his groin. He let his hand rest there, pressing slightly. "I thought I'd fuck you over this nice, solid desk."
Laughter filled the room. "I like the way you think. You know, I've got a couple of open positions in my cabinet. Interested?"
"Depends on what you're offering," Keller said. He moved closer, rubbing against Beecher's thigh.
"The best position. Starting today, you'll be the only one I'll let fuck me over. I'll give you that power."
"I'll keep it," Keller said. He'd always had that power over Beecher, and Beecher over him.
"Good." Beecher kissed him. "Get to work."
"My pleasure." Keller pushed Beecher backward, his hand brushing something velvety. He knotted his fingers in those ridiculously expensive curtains and tugged. The sound of fabric ripping away from curtain rods filled him with satisfaction. "My fucking pleasure."
His words drifted off, and Beecher was gone.
Keller wasn't sure what had woken him, perhaps it had been a hack making his nightly rounds, but whatever it had been was goddamn rude. A bit of thin sheet was clasped in his hand, and he released it with a frown of disgust. He turned onto his side, his semi-hard cock brushing against the rough material that offered little comfort and never fought off the chill.
Find the rest here:
Remorseless Reality
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Oh, and I loved your requests last week of those two lesser known Oz fics, especially the one where Genevieve watches Toby and Chris. I forgot to say that last week. Or to give that author feedback...
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Glad you're liking the stories, though.