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Pretty Things by Lacy, (NC-17)
Fandom: U2
Pairing: Adam Clayton/Larry Mullen, Jr, implied Bono/Edge
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leici
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u2slash. Please note to join u2slash you must be over eighteen years of age and have your birth year on your LJ profile.
Why this must be read:
If there's one thing U2 has never been shy about, it's frocking up. But did they have to look so damn good doing it? Ahem. So anyway, it stands to reason that a slash fandom with so much drag material sitting around is going to use it. Pretty Things puts it to damn good use indeed. Lacy revels in so much delicious contrast. All that lovely maleness shrouded in female vestments. Larry, the least willing participant in the whole drag escapade, the one who remains most stubbornly male, pink ruffles be damned, taking the "female" role once the seduction begins. Adam, who seems more comfortable as a female than any of them, taking the aggressive role - he is quite harsh with Larry, the sex is nice and rough (if you like that sort of thing), but in another contrast, it also becomes gentle and loving. Rough, obscene, male-sounding words come out of Adam's mouth during the seduction, and the contrast with the elegant drag is delicious. Again, he gentles, both in word and deed, and all those contrasts between the two seem to just smooth out.
"No," Adam replied, actually taking a drag off his cigarette. Larry studied him critically for a second before getting up and heading to the other room to fetch a Guinness for himself. When he returned, Larry sat down closer to the center of the sofa, his body bumping Adam's in the process and knocking ash into Adam's lap.
"Watch it," Adam warned, brushing off his dress.
"What's got you in such a mood?" Larry asked, popping the top off his beer and tossing the cap and bottle opener on the table with a loud clatter. "I thought you liked this getup."
"I do," Adam said calmly, finishing off his smoke and stubbing it out in the ashtray. On the way back, Adam brushed his fingertips over one of Larry's naked kneecaps, trailing along the skin and the edge of frills that landed at Larry's mid thigh. Larry blinked but didn't say anything, just took another drink of his beer. Adam snagged the bottle out of Larry's hands and took a long draught, much to Larry's dismay, and set the beer on the table.
"Hey, if you wanted one, I would have got it for you," Larry said, reaching to reclaim his bottle. Adam intercepted Larry mid reach and held him by the forearm, prompting Larry to turn a very confused, irritated look on Adam. "Let go," he protested.
"Shh," Adam hushed him, waiting until Larry's arm went slack before he released it.
"What the hell-" Larry started, but Adam silenced him by setting his hand on his knee again, this time leaving it, smoothing over the joint with his palm. Larry swallowed. "Adam, don't."
Adam shook his head and let his fingertips slip just barely under the hem of Larry's skirt. Adam's fingers on Larry were doing something odd to him, the feeling of rough calluses against his skin was almost pleasant. He took a long, deep breath and set his jaw. "Adam, stop." He'd tried to sound assertive. It came out far too breathy for that.
"I don't think you mean that," Adam murmured in reply, moving back down to just graze his fingers over the crease on the underside of Larry's knee. And then back up again, higher than before this time. More dangerous. No longer a game.
"Adam, what are you..." Larry's voice dwindled as Adam slid his palm slowly up Larry's thigh, over the ridges of chiseled muscle, past the hem of the skirt Larry wore. Larry inhaled abruptly in a gasp, his lips parting as if to protest, eyes lifting to meet Adam's. The bassist wore a hungry gaze, eyes blinking slowly, so pretty trimmed with dark liner, highlighted with soft sweeps of earthy powder, long lashes lengthened and curled and black. Larry's breath seeped out of his mouth, nearly formed a word, dissolved into a low moan as Adam's fingertips brushed over the crotch of his underwear.
Adam pressed against the flesh beneath Larry's briefs, ran his fingers up over the soft rise of Larry's balls, along the crest of rigid arousal. Larry was already so hard it was difficult to imagine that his earlier protests were more than halfhearted. Adam swallowed, turning his hand to grope lewdly at that hot bulge, casting his eyes down to watch as he played with Larry beneath his skirt. It was so dirty, like he was feeling up a little girl, but even more so because it was Larry, dressed in drag. Larry, heterosexual, masculine, legs spread wide like a whore, eyes closed, whimpering, false hair sticking to the perspiration now beginning to shine on his face.
Adam groaned as his fingers brushed over the tip of Larry's cock, feeling the warm wetness of pre-cum leaking through the fabric of Larry's underwear. Oh, how utterly, infinitely more sexy that Larry was hard and wet at the same time, so like a man and a woman all at once. Adam suddenly had a million images pouring through his lust addled mind, things he'd like to do with Larry in the fashion of a girl. He wanted to tug off Larry's undergarments and touch the delicate flesh below, slick his fingers with the stickiness oozing from Larry's excited male body and press them inside, finger fuck him until he was raw. Then he'd get down on his knees and get beneath those layers of taffeta, go down on Larry both as a male and as a female, suck his cock and lick up inside him in turn.
Pretty Things
Pairing: Adam Clayton/Larry Mullen, Jr, implied Bono/Edge
Author on LJ:
leiciAuthor Website:
u2slash. Please note to join u2slash you must be over eighteen years of age and have your birth year on your LJ profile. Why this must be read:
If there's one thing U2 has never been shy about, it's frocking up. But did they have to look so damn good doing it? Ahem. So anyway, it stands to reason that a slash fandom with so much drag material sitting around is going to use it. Pretty Things puts it to damn good use indeed. Lacy revels in so much delicious contrast. All that lovely maleness shrouded in female vestments. Larry, the least willing participant in the whole drag escapade, the one who remains most stubbornly male, pink ruffles be damned, taking the "female" role once the seduction begins. Adam, who seems more comfortable as a female than any of them, taking the aggressive role - he is quite harsh with Larry, the sex is nice and rough (if you like that sort of thing), but in another contrast, it also becomes gentle and loving. Rough, obscene, male-sounding words come out of Adam's mouth during the seduction, and the contrast with the elegant drag is delicious. Again, he gentles, both in word and deed, and all those contrasts between the two seem to just smooth out.
"No," Adam replied, actually taking a drag off his cigarette. Larry studied him critically for a second before getting up and heading to the other room to fetch a Guinness for himself. When he returned, Larry sat down closer to the center of the sofa, his body bumping Adam's in the process and knocking ash into Adam's lap.
"Watch it," Adam warned, brushing off his dress.
"What's got you in such a mood?" Larry asked, popping the top off his beer and tossing the cap and bottle opener on the table with a loud clatter. "I thought you liked this getup."
"I do," Adam said calmly, finishing off his smoke and stubbing it out in the ashtray. On the way back, Adam brushed his fingertips over one of Larry's naked kneecaps, trailing along the skin and the edge of frills that landed at Larry's mid thigh. Larry blinked but didn't say anything, just took another drink of his beer. Adam snagged the bottle out of Larry's hands and took a long draught, much to Larry's dismay, and set the beer on the table.
"Hey, if you wanted one, I would have got it for you," Larry said, reaching to reclaim his bottle. Adam intercepted Larry mid reach and held him by the forearm, prompting Larry to turn a very confused, irritated look on Adam. "Let go," he protested.
"Shh," Adam hushed him, waiting until Larry's arm went slack before he released it.
"What the hell-" Larry started, but Adam silenced him by setting his hand on his knee again, this time leaving it, smoothing over the joint with his palm. Larry swallowed. "Adam, don't."
Adam shook his head and let his fingertips slip just barely under the hem of Larry's skirt. Adam's fingers on Larry were doing something odd to him, the feeling of rough calluses against his skin was almost pleasant. He took a long, deep breath and set his jaw. "Adam, stop." He'd tried to sound assertive. It came out far too breathy for that.
"I don't think you mean that," Adam murmured in reply, moving back down to just graze his fingers over the crease on the underside of Larry's knee. And then back up again, higher than before this time. More dangerous. No longer a game.
"Adam, what are you..." Larry's voice dwindled as Adam slid his palm slowly up Larry's thigh, over the ridges of chiseled muscle, past the hem of the skirt Larry wore. Larry inhaled abruptly in a gasp, his lips parting as if to protest, eyes lifting to meet Adam's. The bassist wore a hungry gaze, eyes blinking slowly, so pretty trimmed with dark liner, highlighted with soft sweeps of earthy powder, long lashes lengthened and curled and black. Larry's breath seeped out of his mouth, nearly formed a word, dissolved into a low moan as Adam's fingertips brushed over the crotch of his underwear.
Adam pressed against the flesh beneath Larry's briefs, ran his fingers up over the soft rise of Larry's balls, along the crest of rigid arousal. Larry was already so hard it was difficult to imagine that his earlier protests were more than halfhearted. Adam swallowed, turning his hand to grope lewdly at that hot bulge, casting his eyes down to watch as he played with Larry beneath his skirt. It was so dirty, like he was feeling up a little girl, but even more so because it was Larry, dressed in drag. Larry, heterosexual, masculine, legs spread wide like a whore, eyes closed, whimpering, false hair sticking to the perspiration now beginning to shine on his face.
Adam groaned as his fingers brushed over the tip of Larry's cock, feeling the warm wetness of pre-cum leaking through the fabric of Larry's underwear. Oh, how utterly, infinitely more sexy that Larry was hard and wet at the same time, so like a man and a woman all at once. Adam suddenly had a million images pouring through his lust addled mind, things he'd like to do with Larry in the fashion of a girl. He wanted to tug off Larry's undergarments and touch the delicate flesh below, slick his fingers with the stickiness oozing from Larry's excited male body and press them inside, finger fuck him until he was raw. Then he'd get down on his knees and get beneath those layers of taffeta, go down on Larry both as a male and as a female, suck his cock and lick up inside him in turn.
Pretty Things