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crack_van2010-10-20 04:50 pm
mf_luder_xf) wrote in crack_van2010-10-20 04:50 pm
Entry tags:
CW RPF/American Idol RPF (NC-17)
Sorry it's late! I was without internet for a few days.
Title: Look at us we're beautiful
Pairing: Misha Collins/Adam Lambert
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zelda_zee
Author Website: Fic Tag
Why this must be read:
Though the pairing seems a tad cracky at first, the author places them in a plausible situation where the two might meet (we all know Misha has been to Burning Man) and the way the author writes Misha is fascinating. The story itself is smoking (heh, pun not intended) hot and incredibly sexy, while the prose is poetic.
Adam’s watching him, the sharpness in his eyes overwhelming the softness and that look makes something spark in Misha’s belly, kindling low. He stretches, watching Adam watch him, letting him see and decide if he wants. Because Misha wants, with a rush of sudden, ravenous clarity as if someone flicked a switch, turned his body on like a light. He wants this beautiful boy with the painted body and the badass boots. He looks like a fucking rock star, an angel, a satyr, something risky, something unpredictable. He looks like he could fuck Misha into the floor, fuck him all the way into next week. He looks like exactly what Misha needs.
“You’re trouble, aren’t you?” Adam says, his eyes lingering on Misha’s body.
“So I’ve been told,” Misha says, a bit breathlessly.
Look at us we're beautiful
Title: Look at us we're beautiful
Pairing: Misha Collins/Adam Lambert
Author on LJ:
zelda_zee Author Website: Fic Tag
Why this must be read:
Though the pairing seems a tad cracky at first, the author places them in a plausible situation where the two might meet (we all know Misha has been to Burning Man) and the way the author writes Misha is fascinating. The story itself is smoking (heh, pun not intended) hot and incredibly sexy, while the prose is poetic.
Adam’s watching him, the sharpness in his eyes overwhelming the softness and that look makes something spark in Misha’s belly, kindling low. He stretches, watching Adam watch him, letting him see and decide if he wants. Because Misha wants, with a rush of sudden, ravenous clarity as if someone flicked a switch, turned his body on like a light. He wants this beautiful boy with the painted body and the badass boots. He looks like a fucking rock star, an angel, a satyr, something risky, something unpredictable. He looks like he could fuck Misha into the floor, fuck him all the way into next week. He looks like exactly what Misha needs.
“You’re trouble, aren’t you?” Adam says, his eyes lingering on Misha’s body.
“So I’ve been told,” Misha says, a bit breathlessly.
Look at us we're beautiful