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Chasing Duncan by esjay (NC-17)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lastrega
Author Website: Sword’s Kiss
Why this must be read:
Everything esjay writes is gold. But I chose this particular story because it made me laugh until I had tears running down my eyes, and then it gave me goosebumps because of the smut.
It’s nice to have the tables turned for a change. Because the sex is OMGhawt. And because a flustered Methos is something you never pass on.
Duncan is gay. Methos notices.
MacLeod looked different. That was the first thing that Methos noticed. Perhaps Dawson hadn't been yanking his chain after all. MacLeod had always been the prototypical metrosexual, at least in the years that Methos had known him, but there was something about him now that really screamed, 'Come and get it, boys!' Maybe it was the glint of a gold nipple ring beneath the sheer black shirt he was wearing. Big, brown eyes looked up at him and blinked, slowly.
Methos looked him up and down, took in the whole package (including his package -- nicely framed in denim -- yum) and fell deeply and irretrievably in lust. Lust of the kind where consummation was a definite possibility. Lust of the 'oh baby, have I got something for you' kind. A hunka hunka burning lust. Or something like that.
Methos stopped his train of thought before it derailed him completely.
Whatever the hell it was, it was nothing like the low-level hum of lust that had been sitting somewhere equidistant between Methos' head and toes since the moment he'd met MacLeod. Well, maybe a little like it, but only if a candle was like the surface of the sun. Which led to the question, how had he missed this all along? Had his gaydar gone on vacation sometime in early 1995?
Apparently so.
Chasing Duncan
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Author on LJ:
lastregaAuthor Website: Sword’s Kiss
Why this must be read:
Everything esjay writes is gold. But I chose this particular story because it made me laugh until I had tears running down my eyes, and then it gave me goosebumps because of the smut.
It’s nice to have the tables turned for a change. Because the sex is OMGhawt. And because a flustered Methos is something you never pass on.
Duncan is gay. Methos notices.
MacLeod looked different. That was the first thing that Methos noticed. Perhaps Dawson hadn't been yanking his chain after all. MacLeod had always been the prototypical metrosexual, at least in the years that Methos had known him, but there was something about him now that really screamed, 'Come and get it, boys!' Maybe it was the glint of a gold nipple ring beneath the sheer black shirt he was wearing. Big, brown eyes looked up at him and blinked, slowly.
Methos looked him up and down, took in the whole package (including his package -- nicely framed in denim -- yum) and fell deeply and irretrievably in lust. Lust of the kind where consummation was a definite possibility. Lust of the 'oh baby, have I got something for you' kind. A hunka hunka burning lust. Or something like that.
Methos stopped his train of thought before it derailed him completely.
Whatever the hell it was, it was nothing like the low-level hum of lust that had been sitting somewhere equidistant between Methos' head and toes since the moment he'd met MacLeod. Well, maybe a little like it, but only if a candle was like the surface of the sun. Which led to the question, how had he missed this all along? Had his gaydar gone on vacation sometime in early 1995?
Apparently so.
Chasing Duncan
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*cackles evilly*