ext_7701 ([identity profile] marag.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] crack_van2007-11-29 09:08 pm
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Through High Windows by Keelywolfe (NC-17)

Fandom: DC COMICS
Pairing: Connor Hawke (Green Arrow)/Kyle Rayner (Green Lantern)
Author on LJ: [livejournal.com profile] keelywolfe
Author's Website: Keelywolfe's Fanfiction
Why this must be read:

Uh, 'cause it's hot? And we don't have nearly enough Green Arrow/Green Lantern fic, darn it! This is kind of a canon fix, but you don't have to have read Connor's miniseries to appreciate this fic :) (You must love Connor and Kyle. It's like a law or something. They are woobies.)

He wasn't quite sure how this happened, not really.

It wasn't the first time he'd ventured into Kyle's apartment by way of the window or even the fifth time but somewhere along the way of this becoming a pattern, he'd forgotten that other people did things in their bedrooms aside from sleeping and yoga. Sometimes people used those beds for other things or maybe didn't even use the bed at all.

Sometimes people like Kyle might be sprawled on the floor doing…he didn't know. He hadn't looked that long, had only seen blond hair and bare skin before he'd jerked back to lean against the wall on the side of the window.

His own little personal crisis somehow seemed a lot less of the 'midnight conversation' type. He could possibly just forget this whole thing and come see Kyle in the morning. Probably would have left already but there were these little sounds carrying through the barely-opened window, low and base, edged with something like desperation and he should go, should have been gone minutes ago.

That sound, not Kyle and—

(how did he know, how could he imagine Kyle's voice)

Masculine voice, murmured words that Connor couldn't make out, and he had to look. It wasn't wrong, he told himself, he knew so little of passion; it was possible he could mistake it for violence, wasn't it? Could he forgive himself later if Kyle was dying and Connor had been just on the other side of the window, like Alice hiding from the looking glass?

And he looked.


Through High Windows