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Human Touch by Ralu (R)
Fandom: OZ
Pairing: Keller/Schillinger, Beecher/Keller
Author on LJ: N/A (but I'm seekng to remedy that!)
Author Website: Author Page at Unit B
Why this must be read:
This fic gives us a look into Keller's early experiences with Schillinger at Lardner (something which really hasn't been explored enough in fic, I feel), cleverly interspersed with present day moments with Beecher. It's an incredibly interesting look into the mind of Chris Keller (who will forever be one of the most fascinating characters on TV), and leaves the reader with so many different things to think about. There are scenes that are handled so deftly by the author that it's truly inspiring to read. Ralu is a fairly new writer to the Oz fandom, but she's already shaping up to be one of the greats. I know ten chapters seems like a lot, but they're actually fairly short chapters, so please give this a try - you won't be disappointed.
*Finally*, Keller thinks, when he feels the other man holding his breath and spasming the moment orgasm kicks in. It doesn't matter Chris ISN'T there yet; it never does to Schillinger. And...it probably is the most appropriate thing, considering. The *right* thing.
Vern slowly lifts himself off the other man's back, roughly stroking Keller's hair for a second. He doesn't tell him anything, he rarely does.
Sex for Schillinger - Chris has grown to believe - is not exactly as NORMAL as the other man likes to let him think. And...that's a weakness; or - at least - that's what Chris thinks.
He turns on his left side and keeps his mouth shut, even though his limbs ache and his wrist seems paralyzed with pain. As he senses Schillinger getting in his own bunk and rapidly falling asleep, Chris starts stroking himself, trying to think of...Kelly, Tessie, fucking Jane Fonda in that movie he got to see just before landing his ass in this hell hole. One by one - images, sounds and scents of different women he's seen, known, kissed or fucked drip through his mind and body like water...and the thing - the ONLY thing - that sticks with him like glue is Schillinger. His presence. His weight on Chris' back; his rough hands. His not-exactly-funny jokes. That fucking voice. The smell of his sweat. The taste of his cum. The feel of his cock ripping through him over and over.
Chris jerks off frantically, almost whispering the names of the women he's always wanted to fuck, the girls he's kissed, held and touched (and loved) - a long, long time ago... It's useless.
Jesus, he was so stupid, so fucking stupid, so... How in God's name did he manage to get himself...
Red-rimmed dark-blue eyes glisten with tears as he comes with Schillinger's hot, all-engulfing breath settling all over his being.
He knows nothing's ever gonna be the same from now on. Just like he knew - or at least, kind of suspected - nothing would be the same the first time he got to taste another man's cum.
He didn't want to - then; he doesn't want to - now, either. But...he did it anyway. He's doing it anyway. For money, for protection, for drugs; for basic fucking human touch. Just to feel - to make himself believe - someone, *someone* gave a shit.
Someone GIVES a shit. About him.
And...he's got another two and a half years of Vern fucking Schillinger.
(--'Yep, this prag business is turning out *beautifully*...'--)
Human Touch - Part 1: Lardner Snapshot
Human Touch - Part 2: Unthinkable Tenderness
Human Touch - Part 3: May All Your Dreams Come True
Human Touch - Part 4: Limbo
Human Touch - Part 5: Blood Clot
Human Touch - Part 6: Give Me All You Have, All You Can't Give
Human Touch - Part 7: Readjusting's a Bitch
Human Touch - Part 8: Piece of Shit
Human Touch - Part 9: Given the Right Amount of Time and Practice
Human Touch - Part 10: Salvation, Motherfucking Grace
Pairing: Keller/Schillinger, Beecher/Keller
Author on LJ: N/A (but I'm seekng to remedy that!)
Author Website: Author Page at Unit B
Why this must be read:
This fic gives us a look into Keller's early experiences with Schillinger at Lardner (something which really hasn't been explored enough in fic, I feel), cleverly interspersed with present day moments with Beecher. It's an incredibly interesting look into the mind of Chris Keller (who will forever be one of the most fascinating characters on TV), and leaves the reader with so many different things to think about. There are scenes that are handled so deftly by the author that it's truly inspiring to read. Ralu is a fairly new writer to the Oz fandom, but she's already shaping up to be one of the greats. I know ten chapters seems like a lot, but they're actually fairly short chapters, so please give this a try - you won't be disappointed.
*Finally*, Keller thinks, when he feels the other man holding his breath and spasming the moment orgasm kicks in. It doesn't matter Chris ISN'T there yet; it never does to Schillinger. And...it probably is the most appropriate thing, considering. The *right* thing.
Vern slowly lifts himself off the other man's back, roughly stroking Keller's hair for a second. He doesn't tell him anything, he rarely does.
Sex for Schillinger - Chris has grown to believe - is not exactly as NORMAL as the other man likes to let him think. And...that's a weakness; or - at least - that's what Chris thinks.
He turns on his left side and keeps his mouth shut, even though his limbs ache and his wrist seems paralyzed with pain. As he senses Schillinger getting in his own bunk and rapidly falling asleep, Chris starts stroking himself, trying to think of...Kelly, Tessie, fucking Jane Fonda in that movie he got to see just before landing his ass in this hell hole. One by one - images, sounds and scents of different women he's seen, known, kissed or fucked drip through his mind and body like water...and the thing - the ONLY thing - that sticks with him like glue is Schillinger. His presence. His weight on Chris' back; his rough hands. His not-exactly-funny jokes. That fucking voice. The smell of his sweat. The taste of his cum. The feel of his cock ripping through him over and over.
Chris jerks off frantically, almost whispering the names of the women he's always wanted to fuck, the girls he's kissed, held and touched (and loved) - a long, long time ago... It's useless.
Jesus, he was so stupid, so fucking stupid, so... How in God's name did he manage to get himself...
Red-rimmed dark-blue eyes glisten with tears as he comes with Schillinger's hot, all-engulfing breath settling all over his being.
He knows nothing's ever gonna be the same from now on. Just like he knew - or at least, kind of suspected - nothing would be the same the first time he got to taste another man's cum.
He didn't want to - then; he doesn't want to - now, either. But...he did it anyway. He's doing it anyway. For money, for protection, for drugs; for basic fucking human touch. Just to feel - to make himself believe - someone, *someone* gave a shit.
Someone GIVES a shit. About him.
And...he's got another two and a half years of Vern fucking Schillinger.
(--'Yep, this prag business is turning out *beautifully*...'--)
Human Touch - Part 1: Lardner Snapshot
Human Touch - Part 2: Unthinkable Tenderness
Human Touch - Part 3: May All Your Dreams Come True
Human Touch - Part 4: Limbo
Human Touch - Part 5: Blood Clot
Human Touch - Part 6: Give Me All You Have, All You Can't Give
Human Touch - Part 7: Readjusting's a Bitch
Human Touch - Part 8: Piece of Shit
Human Touch - Part 9: Given the Right Amount of Time and Practice
Human Touch - Part 10: Salvation, Motherfucking Grace