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crack_van2006-05-31 11:40 am
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Some Methods of Lupine Communication by Glossing (NC17)
Fandom: Callum Keith Rennie/Hugh Dillon RPF
Pairing: CKR/HD
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
glossing
Author's Website: Glossings
Why this must be read: In this story, we have Callum trying to survive at a stuffy theatre festival in Stratford, ON. Instead of sticking around long, he returns to his hotel for porn and a phone call from Hugh. Predictable yes. Hot yes.
If there's a fandom cliché in CKR/HD fic, it's definitely phone sex. Why? Because it's hot and so much of the time, it's not really easy to get the two together in fic if it's set post-Hard Core Logo. So the tried and true cliché of phone sex is brought out. In the case of this fic, it's used beautifully, the phone sex intermingling with the past sex between the two when they are together. It's fun and hot and great to read.
His cell rings as the porn cuts to commercials for escort services and Ashley Madison's elite-discreet adultery service. He fumbles for the thing, buried in his suit jacket.
"What?" His voice is hoarse, thanks to the porn and the lingering annoyance and disuse.
"Yeah, this is Gordon Lightfoot and I just wanted to say you're the finest fake musician I've ever seen since, well, *me*, so I was wondering -"
"Fuck off, H."
Hugh laughs, deep and throaty. "How're you doing?"
"Bored," Callum says, reaching for his pack of cigarettes. "Bored, bored, fucking bored. So bored my nuts're numb. Where are you?"
There's a pause, a slow intake of breath. "Arizona? New Mexico. Some fucking place that's hot."
"Cold here." He lights up and exhales slowly. "Witch's tit and all that."
"Aww," Hugh says, fake sympathy that burns. "But you get to hang with all your pretentious the-uh-tuh buddies, and what's more fun than that?"
"Dunno. Enema? Maybe a root canal." The porn's coming back on, so he raises the volume slightly and gets comfortable. *Yeah*, the blonde from the last scene's gone and now it's a redhead fiddling with her cable box, her robe hanging open. *Nice*.
"Or breaking your arm," Hugh says. "That could be fun."
Some Methods of Lupine Communication
So this is my last rec for the month for this fandom. I hope everyone got a little taste of what's out there in the CKR/HD world. If you're looking for more (and boy is there more!), please check out![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ckr_actorfic. It's a locked comm so a good portion of the fic that exists for these two is under friendslock. Come on over and glut yourself on CKR/HD (and CKR/others) porn! For more Hugh Dillon related stuff, please go to hughdillon. There's tons of great stuff there as well!
Pairing: CKR/HD
Author on LJ:
glossingAuthor's Website: Glossings
Why this must be read: In this story, we have Callum trying to survive at a stuffy theatre festival in Stratford, ON. Instead of sticking around long, he returns to his hotel for porn and a phone call from Hugh. Predictable yes. Hot yes.
If there's a fandom cliché in CKR/HD fic, it's definitely phone sex. Why? Because it's hot and so much of the time, it's not really easy to get the two together in fic if it's set post-Hard Core Logo. So the tried and true cliché of phone sex is brought out. In the case of this fic, it's used beautifully, the phone sex intermingling with the past sex between the two when they are together. It's fun and hot and great to read.
His cell rings as the porn cuts to commercials for escort services and Ashley Madison's elite-discreet adultery service. He fumbles for the thing, buried in his suit jacket.
"What?" His voice is hoarse, thanks to the porn and the lingering annoyance and disuse.
"Yeah, this is Gordon Lightfoot and I just wanted to say you're the finest fake musician I've ever seen since, well, *me*, so I was wondering -"
"Fuck off, H."
Hugh laughs, deep and throaty. "How're you doing?"
"Bored," Callum says, reaching for his pack of cigarettes. "Bored, bored, fucking bored. So bored my nuts're numb. Where are you?"
There's a pause, a slow intake of breath. "Arizona? New Mexico. Some fucking place that's hot."
"Cold here." He lights up and exhales slowly. "Witch's tit and all that."
"Aww," Hugh says, fake sympathy that burns. "But you get to hang with all your pretentious the-uh-tuh buddies, and what's more fun than that?"
"Dunno. Enema? Maybe a root canal." The porn's coming back on, so he raises the volume slightly and gets comfortable. *Yeah*, the blonde from the last scene's gone and now it's a redhead fiddling with her cable box, her robe hanging open. *Nice*.
"Or breaking your arm," Hugh says. "That could be fun."
Some Methods of Lupine Communication
So this is my last rec for the month for this fandom. I hope everyone got a little taste of what's out there in the CKR/HD world. If you're looking for more (and boy is there more!), please check out
ckr_actorfic. It's a locked comm so a good portion of the fic that exists for these two is under friendslock. Come on over and glut yourself on CKR/HD (and CKR/others) porn! For more Hugh Dillon related stuff, please go to hughdillon. There's tons of great stuff there as well!