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Candy by Creed Cascade (PG13)
Hi, I'm DC and I know I'm a few days behind here (Just back from WriterCon) but I'm driving the jeep this month for Tour of Duty. I'll try to keep the casualties to a minimum here.
So here is my first rec and by one of our most popular authors:
Fandom: Tour of Duty
Characters: Zeke/Myron
Length: 626 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
creedcascade
Author Website: Notes from the Underground
Why this is a must read: One of the fascinating things about Myron is his smoking habit. Creed took the simple prompt of "Candy" and came up with this quick and cute after the war fic that addresses Myron's love of cigarettes among other things.
To say that Myron Goldman had an oral fixation was an understatement.
To say that Myron Goldman had an oral fixation was an understatement. Zeke was never one for listening to head shrinks (even if he almost married one), but he still remembered Jennifer joking that Myron had an oral fixation. When Zeke asked what in the hell that meant, she gave him a shadowed look and went off on some explanation about Freud and Myron's obsession with oral stimulation. Zeke couldn't help that he defended his LT, even against his woman. He thought she was bad mouthing the boy, but then she explained it just meant Myron liked to have something in his mouth. Zeke had quickly changed the subject because from intimate experience, he knew that was true.
Myron loved to smoke. He wasn't one of those smokers who lit one and let it burn out in the ashtray or held it endlessly in their fingers. Myron craved to have a cigarette between his lips. Zeke had spent countless hours watching Myron gesture wildly with his hands with a cigarette perched just at the corner of his mouth, ash tail burning impossibly long. The boy (man now, but always a boy to Zeke) would have kept on smoking until his dying day, except a doctor threw a wrench into his plans with one word. Emphysema. Used to Myron's bullshit, the doc had told him in plain words, "Quit smoking, or die."
The first victims of Myron's oral rampage were a succession of pens that were chewed and discarded with the carelessness of a three star general sending troops to slaughter. Zeke had never thought Myron's disposition could get any more volatile than during the war, but that was before he had to live with a Myron denied his nicotine fix. Zeke didn't like to think about the women he had failed in his life, especially in context with Myron, but as Myron kept worrying on his bottom lip until it bled or chewing his nails, he thought back to Jennifer's diagnosis of oral fixation.
Zeke never thought that his salvation lay in a little plastic wrapper. He had only discovered the soothing effects of the peppermint candies accidentally after they went out to a steak house for dinner and Myron managed to bring the poor waitress to tears. Zeke was sure the girl was going to quit or spit in their food, as Myron railed about how his steak was overdone. The ranting had quieted right down once Myron popped an after dinner mint in his mouth. Myron was unaware of Zeke's relief as the older man paid the bill brought over to the table by another waitress who had lost a coin toss. Myron ignored the fact that Zeke tipped generously because he was too occupied sucking on the candy and clicking it against the back of his teeth.
The next morning Zeke went out and purchased a big bag of mints. Like bread crumbs, he left them scattered around the apartment, stashed in the glove box of the car, and always kept a few in his pockets. Without commenting, Myron would grab them, leaving the wrappers wherever he dropped them, and popped the candy into his mouth. The candy pacified Myron's oral fixation nearly as well as the cigarettes.
There was only one other thing that Myron craved more than the cigarettes and was still completely addicted to. Zeke was perfectly willing to enable that other oral addiction, even if it did lead to the occasional chafing and violation of public decency laws. Myron always looked smugly satisfied when Zeke was wrung out and ready to fall over. The damn boy would just get up from his knees, pop a candy in his mouth with a smirk, lick his lips, and start sucking again.
So here is my first rec and by one of our most popular authors:
Fandom: Tour of Duty
Characters: Zeke/Myron
Length: 626 words
Author on LJ:
creedcascadeAuthor Website: Notes from the Underground
Why this is a must read: One of the fascinating things about Myron is his smoking habit. Creed took the simple prompt of "Candy" and came up with this quick and cute after the war fic that addresses Myron's love of cigarettes among other things.
To say that Myron Goldman had an oral fixation was an understatement.
To say that Myron Goldman had an oral fixation was an understatement. Zeke was never one for listening to head shrinks (even if he almost married one), but he still remembered Jennifer joking that Myron had an oral fixation. When Zeke asked what in the hell that meant, she gave him a shadowed look and went off on some explanation about Freud and Myron's obsession with oral stimulation. Zeke couldn't help that he defended his LT, even against his woman. He thought she was bad mouthing the boy, but then she explained it just meant Myron liked to have something in his mouth. Zeke had quickly changed the subject because from intimate experience, he knew that was true.
Myron loved to smoke. He wasn't one of those smokers who lit one and let it burn out in the ashtray or held it endlessly in their fingers. Myron craved to have a cigarette between his lips. Zeke had spent countless hours watching Myron gesture wildly with his hands with a cigarette perched just at the corner of his mouth, ash tail burning impossibly long. The boy (man now, but always a boy to Zeke) would have kept on smoking until his dying day, except a doctor threw a wrench into his plans with one word. Emphysema. Used to Myron's bullshit, the doc had told him in plain words, "Quit smoking, or die."
The first victims of Myron's oral rampage were a succession of pens that were chewed and discarded with the carelessness of a three star general sending troops to slaughter. Zeke had never thought Myron's disposition could get any more volatile than during the war, but that was before he had to live with a Myron denied his nicotine fix. Zeke didn't like to think about the women he had failed in his life, especially in context with Myron, but as Myron kept worrying on his bottom lip until it bled or chewing his nails, he thought back to Jennifer's diagnosis of oral fixation.
Zeke never thought that his salvation lay in a little plastic wrapper. He had only discovered the soothing effects of the peppermint candies accidentally after they went out to a steak house for dinner and Myron managed to bring the poor waitress to tears. Zeke was sure the girl was going to quit or spit in their food, as Myron railed about how his steak was overdone. The ranting had quieted right down once Myron popped an after dinner mint in his mouth. Myron was unaware of Zeke's relief as the older man paid the bill brought over to the table by another waitress who had lost a coin toss. Myron ignored the fact that Zeke tipped generously because he was too occupied sucking on the candy and clicking it against the back of his teeth.
The next morning Zeke went out and purchased a big bag of mints. Like bread crumbs, he left them scattered around the apartment, stashed in the glove box of the car, and always kept a few in his pockets. Without commenting, Myron would grab them, leaving the wrappers wherever he dropped them, and popped the candy into his mouth. The candy pacified Myron's oral fixation nearly as well as the cigarettes.
There was only one other thing that Myron craved more than the cigarettes and was still completely addicted to. Zeke was perfectly willing to enable that other oral addiction, even if it did lead to the occasional chafing and violation of public decency laws. Myron always looked smugly satisfied when Zeke was wrung out and ready to fall over. The damn boy would just get up from his knees, pop a candy in his mouth with a smirk, lick his lips, and start sucking again.
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