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crack_van2010-10-25 01:51 pm
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"Interlude For Beauty" by sine_que_non767
Fandom: A Room With a View
Pairing: George Emerson/Freddy Honeychurch
Word count: ~1500
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sine_que_non767
Author website: Fics at Skyehawke
Why this must be read: Much as I like Lucy/George (which is a lot), there is something to be said for the sheer charming cuteness of George/Freddy. This short, steamy piece is both hot and delightfully-written -- do give it a try!
"Come along, old boy - I'm utterly frozen," he murmured. Very slowly, George's hand went to the back of Freddy's neck, felt the little curls there with a thumb. The caress was not rebuffed.
They helped each other undress, sometimes frantic, lust-sped, then George would take a whole minute just to uncover that pale skin with the slow slide open of a button, curl a springy brown hair between his fingers, dapple his thumbs with a whole crop of them between Freddy's thighs and hear his small "Oh." Somehow they got onto the bed, sans most of their clothing - oh, it was so good, George thought.
"Beauty."
He dipped a thumb into the bellybutton and wiggled it.
"No, George, dammit...do something!"
"Joy," he whispered. He bent his head in acknowledgement and licked at the sides of Freddy's cock. Sighs, hard out above him, and a tremble across the stomach. He used plenty of spit and a firm touch - he'd like that, if he were Freddy. He reached down to fondle himself comfortably, glancing up. Freddy's hands were fists in the bedsheets. George smiled, stroked his fingertips over Freddy's knuckles, swallowed him down. The hips thrust suddenly, and he drew back.
Interlude For Beauty
Pairing: George Emerson/Freddy Honeychurch
Word count: ~1500
Author on LJ:
sine_que_non767 Author website: Fics at Skyehawke
Why this must be read: Much as I like Lucy/George (which is a lot), there is something to be said for the sheer charming cuteness of George/Freddy. This short, steamy piece is both hot and delightfully-written -- do give it a try!
"Come along, old boy - I'm utterly frozen," he murmured. Very slowly, George's hand went to the back of Freddy's neck, felt the little curls there with a thumb. The caress was not rebuffed.
They helped each other undress, sometimes frantic, lust-sped, then George would take a whole minute just to uncover that pale skin with the slow slide open of a button, curl a springy brown hair between his fingers, dapple his thumbs with a whole crop of them between Freddy's thighs and hear his small "Oh." Somehow they got onto the bed, sans most of their clothing - oh, it was so good, George thought.
"Beauty."
He dipped a thumb into the bellybutton and wiggled it.
"No, George, dammit...do something!"
"Joy," he whispered. He bent his head in acknowledgement and licked at the sides of Freddy's cock. Sighs, hard out above him, and a tremble across the stomach. He used plenty of spit and a firm touch - he'd like that, if he were Freddy. He reached down to fondle himself comfortably, glancing up. Freddy's hands were fists in the bedsheets. George smiled, stroked his fingertips over Freddy's knuckles, swallowed him down. The hips thrust suddenly, and he drew back.
Interlude For Beauty