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Post Game by Pet (NC-17)
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: Lance/Nick
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
apetslife
Author Website: Bury Me Deep
Why this must be read: Because it's sweet and sensual and scorchingly hot! Through the eyes of a mesmerized Nick Lance is seductive, beautiful, a little smug, and infinitely desirable. A slow-moving and very atmospheric PWP.
Excerpt: Lance still had a grip on his elbow, and two fingertips were resting where the skin was thinnest. It made him shiver, just a bit. Nick contemplated. Was he really this easy, that a soft touch and bright eyes and low voice could turn his head so quickly? The fingers moved, tracing a light path down to his wrist, and back up. Yes. Definitely that easy. He held in a breath, and kept looking at Lance. This was all too strange, and he didn't want to be taken by surprise any more than he had been already. Lance was looking at his own hand, tracing little patterns on Nick's skin, now, seemingly fascinated by his own slow movements. Nick could see the top of his head, where blond tips faded into thick, darker roots. The arch of Lance's patrician nose. Lush lower lip. He wondered what Lance was seeing.
The hand moved up, sliding over the curve of his inner arm and tracing tattoos, the line of his bicep. Lance was completely still, otherwise. Those fingers were making him shake; his whole skin felt too sensitive, little prickles of heat running up and down his body. Under the sleeve of his t-shirt, up to his shoulder, and there was something intimate about having someone touch him under his clothes, even just a sleeve. He took a deep breath, and Lance looked up and met his eyes, and he wondered where this was going. How far, and why, and what the -
Post Game
Pairing: Lance/Nick
Author on LJ:
apetslifeAuthor Website: Bury Me Deep
Why this must be read: Because it's sweet and sensual and scorchingly hot! Through the eyes of a mesmerized Nick Lance is seductive, beautiful, a little smug, and infinitely desirable. A slow-moving and very atmospheric PWP.
Excerpt: Lance still had a grip on his elbow, and two fingertips were resting where the skin was thinnest. It made him shiver, just a bit. Nick contemplated. Was he really this easy, that a soft touch and bright eyes and low voice could turn his head so quickly? The fingers moved, tracing a light path down to his wrist, and back up. Yes. Definitely that easy. He held in a breath, and kept looking at Lance. This was all too strange, and he didn't want to be taken by surprise any more than he had been already. Lance was looking at his own hand, tracing little patterns on Nick's skin, now, seemingly fascinated by his own slow movements. Nick could see the top of his head, where blond tips faded into thick, darker roots. The arch of Lance's patrician nose. Lush lower lip. He wondered what Lance was seeing.
The hand moved up, sliding over the curve of his inner arm and tracing tattoos, the line of his bicep. Lance was completely still, otherwise. Those fingers were making him shake; his whole skin felt too sensitive, little prickles of heat running up and down his body. Under the sleeve of his t-shirt, up to his shoulder, and there was something intimate about having someone touch him under his clothes, even just a sleeve. He took a deep breath, and Lance looked up and met his eyes, and he wondered where this was going. How far, and why, and what the -
Post Game