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The "Smut" Series by Grackle (NC-17)
Fandom: OZ
Pairing: Beecher/Keller
Author on LJ: No
Author Website: None
Why this must be read:
I like to think of this series as slice-of-life smut... with a twist. The basic premise is simple: Beecher and Keller having sex in various places in Oz. But, as we know, there's nothing simple about Beecher and Keller... and even in what she calls a PWP, Grackle captures all of the complexities of the relationship between Toby and Chris, and the inherent fucked-up-ness that is so much a part of who (and *where*) they are.
There are five stories in the series and each one is hotter than the last, from the sizzling "Workout," in which they come together (pun intended) in the weight room, to the shower in "Steam," all the way up to "Command," where they make glorious use of Warden Glynn's leather chair. Grackle is an outstanding writer, with a flawless technical style that makes you forget you're reading a story and makes you feel, instead, as if you're a secret observer to the events happening in each scene. At the same time, there's a certain sweetness to all of her Oz stories, a hint of romanticism that might come across as unbelievable in a writer with a less deft hand, but Grackle pulls it off, every time, and makes me believe. And certainly not least by any means, her sex scenes are some of the hottest I've ever read. Ever.
A small sample of what you'll find in "Smut":
Keller slides one hand behind Toby's head and pulls
him forward into a sharp, biting kiss. His other hand reaches
into the neck of Beecher's T-shirt, sliding down to his chest.
He punctuates the kiss with a hard pinch of Toby's nipple.
"Ow! What the fuck was that for?"
"To get you out of your fucking head, that's what. I'm not
interested in listening to you whine about how life in Oz ain't
fucking fair. Is that supposed to be news to me? I've been
sleeping on a filthy concrete floor for five days. I'm cold, I
stink and I'm horny as hell."
Chris thrusts his hand all the way out the bottom of Toby's shirt
to roughly squeeze his cock through his pants. He gives Toby one
last eyefuck before letting go and stepping back under the
shower. He turns his back to Beecher, allowing the hot, steamy
water to cascade down his aching shoulders. "It's your choice,
Beech. You wanna discuss prison conditions in America, go find
Said or some other asshole. You wanna fuck, you know where to
find me."
The "Smut" series:
Workout
Sunlight
Breakfast
Steam
Command
Pairing: Beecher/Keller
Author on LJ: No
Author Website: None
Why this must be read:
I like to think of this series as slice-of-life smut... with a twist. The basic premise is simple: Beecher and Keller having sex in various places in Oz. But, as we know, there's nothing simple about Beecher and Keller... and even in what she calls a PWP, Grackle captures all of the complexities of the relationship between Toby and Chris, and the inherent fucked-up-ness that is so much a part of who (and *where*) they are.
There are five stories in the series and each one is hotter than the last, from the sizzling "Workout," in which they come together (pun intended) in the weight room, to the shower in "Steam," all the way up to "Command," where they make glorious use of Warden Glynn's leather chair. Grackle is an outstanding writer, with a flawless technical style that makes you forget you're reading a story and makes you feel, instead, as if you're a secret observer to the events happening in each scene. At the same time, there's a certain sweetness to all of her Oz stories, a hint of romanticism that might come across as unbelievable in a writer with a less deft hand, but Grackle pulls it off, every time, and makes me believe. And certainly not least by any means, her sex scenes are some of the hottest I've ever read. Ever.
A small sample of what you'll find in "Smut":
Keller slides one hand behind Toby's head and pulls
him forward into a sharp, biting kiss. His other hand reaches
into the neck of Beecher's T-shirt, sliding down to his chest.
He punctuates the kiss with a hard pinch of Toby's nipple.
"Ow! What the fuck was that for?"
"To get you out of your fucking head, that's what. I'm not
interested in listening to you whine about how life in Oz ain't
fucking fair. Is that supposed to be news to me? I've been
sleeping on a filthy concrete floor for five days. I'm cold, I
stink and I'm horny as hell."
Chris thrusts his hand all the way out the bottom of Toby's shirt
to roughly squeeze his cock through his pants. He gives Toby one
last eyefuck before letting go and stepping back under the
shower. He turns his back to Beecher, allowing the hot, steamy
water to cascade down his aching shoulders. "It's your choice,
Beech. You wanna discuss prison conditions in America, go find
Said or some other asshole. You wanna fuck, you know where to
find me."
The "Smut" series:
Workout
Sunlight
Breakfast
Steam
Command
Whew!