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tatkreiswok.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2006-06-05 02:34 pm
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Tan Lines by Deirdre (NC-17)
Like most fandoms, “The Sentinel” is rife with a preponderance of two kinds of slash fic: "first time" fics and "established relationships." I’m going to try and evenly split our time between the two, and do my best to ensure that the smut just keeps on…ah…coming. ;)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pierson
Author Website: Infinite Passions (scroll down the page and click on “Deirdre”)
Why this must be read:
One of the heady delights of reading “first time” stories is seeing how clever an author can be in tumbling our boys into bed. While Deirdre doesn’t get Jim and Blair into bed literally – they never get off the roof in this case – she makes the transition from friends to lovers as easy and as effortless as falling off a log. She dials up Jim’s senses, tunes him into Blair, and before you know it, touching, tasting, sucking, and groping is going on. Turn up the heat with some nude sunbathing, add some slippery sunscreen, and voila! A terrific time is had by all.
What’s so marvelous about Deirdre, and this story in particular, is that she never loses sight of who these two people are as unique individuals and as men. She keeps them true to character, she’s amazingly attuned to Jim’s inner voice, captures Blair's multi-facets brilliantly and subtlety, and most importantly, never feminizes either one of them.
Plus, she’s got quite a way with a blow job, and that’s always a good thing in my book!
Jim stopped at Blair's waist, his hands spanning the narrow width of it, his fingers barely moving over the smooth skin. Just below the sharp jut of hipbones, tan faded into paleness again, a sharp line of demarcation. Jim paused, considering. It was more than just a demarcation between tan and not-tan. If he kept his hands where they were, in the brown area, he and Blair remained simply friends, this spreading of oil on Blair's skin just that, nothing more. If he ventured lower, to smooth over the tender white skin, to knead the round firm ass as every cell within him demanded that he do, then it became more than friendship, a move that could only be construed as belonging to a lover. It was a demarcation of their relationship, that sharp line that ran just below the curve of Blair's waist, and he stroked along it absently with his thumbs as he thought, weighing his options.
Tan Lines
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ:
piersonAuthor Website: Infinite Passions (scroll down the page and click on “Deirdre”)
Why this must be read:
One of the heady delights of reading “first time” stories is seeing how clever an author can be in tumbling our boys into bed. While Deirdre doesn’t get Jim and Blair into bed literally – they never get off the roof in this case – she makes the transition from friends to lovers as easy and as effortless as falling off a log. She dials up Jim’s senses, tunes him into Blair, and before you know it, touching, tasting, sucking, and groping is going on. Turn up the heat with some nude sunbathing, add some slippery sunscreen, and voila! A terrific time is had by all.
What’s so marvelous about Deirdre, and this story in particular, is that she never loses sight of who these two people are as unique individuals and as men. She keeps them true to character, she’s amazingly attuned to Jim’s inner voice, captures Blair's multi-facets brilliantly and subtlety, and most importantly, never feminizes either one of them.
Plus, she’s got quite a way with a blow job, and that’s always a good thing in my book!
Jim stopped at Blair's waist, his hands spanning the narrow width of it, his fingers barely moving over the smooth skin. Just below the sharp jut of hipbones, tan faded into paleness again, a sharp line of demarcation. Jim paused, considering. It was more than just a demarcation between tan and not-tan. If he kept his hands where they were, in the brown area, he and Blair remained simply friends, this spreading of oil on Blair's skin just that, nothing more. If he ventured lower, to smooth over the tender white skin, to knead the round firm ass as every cell within him demanded that he do, then it became more than friendship, a move that could only be construed as belonging to a lover. It was a demarcation of their relationship, that sharp line that ran just below the curve of Blair's waist, and he stroked along it absently with his thumbs as he thought, weighing his options.
Tan Lines