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One Stolen Night by Kristin (NC-17)
Fandom: OZ
Pairing: Beecher/Keller
Author on LJ: ???
Why this must be read: It's hot, desperate, sexy and gut-wrenching.
On the eve of Operation Andy, Toby's gotten a letter informing him that he might lose custody of his kids. So he gets drunk and crawls into Keller's bed - giving them an opportunity that won't come again. One night for Keller to stake his claim, to show Toby how much he loves him and how much Toby needs him. One night for Beecher to take the solace (and the sex) that Keller has been offering for so long, that he's denied them both. And to steel himself for what will follow.
Though it deviates from canon, it is easy to imagine things unfolding this way. The story crystallizes all the passion, pain, power and poignancy of Beecher/Keller. It packs a serious sensual, and emotional, wallop.
The sudden appearance of Chris washed away all thoughts of losing his kids, and left Toby battling a different kind of demon. Pure lust and need for Chris Keller. Yearning for an escape from the pain and horror of Oz. Of life. Of always being alone.
The thought came that none of this was real, a perfectly rational, reasonable thought when coupled with the alcohol that was singing through his veins. With a mood swing that was only possible if you are living on the very edge of sanity, Toby giggled. Maybe this was all a dream. He pushed himself deeper into the cocoon of Chris’s bed, snuggling down as he looked out at Chris, and drank in the sharp-edged profile revealed in the dim light filtering through the glass walls. And you can’t get hurt in your dreams, can you? So why keep fighting this?
It had been inevitable from the moment they met.
"Hi honey, you’re home." Toby snickered. A come-hither look misted across his face as he ran his eyes over Chris, in his usual costume of wifebeater T-shirt and baggy gray pants. "I bin espetin’ you, Lucy." It came out with a hiccuped half-sob.
Chris sat back on his heels, stunned by the words. A playful Toby Beecher? Flirting with him? His stomach fluttered as he tried to interpret the signals radiating from the man lying in the depths of his bunk. Seeing the thin veneer of bravado, the vulnerability beneath the surface of Toby’s game face.
A pulse of longing shot straight through Chris - and settled with a bang in his crotch. To be close to Toby again. To kiss him. To make up for what he’d done. He ignored the little voice warning him that Toby wouldn’t thank him for this in the morning. Fuck tomorrow. This was the chance he’d been waiting for.
It's four parts - three chapters and an epilogue. The archive site is not maintained, but the story is still there. Clicking on the "Continued in next chapter" brings an error message, so I've listed all four URLs:
One Stolen Night, Part One
One Stolen Night, Part Two
One Stolen Night, Part Three
One Stolen Night, Epilogue
Pairing: Beecher/Keller
Author on LJ: ???
Why this must be read: It's hot, desperate, sexy and gut-wrenching.
On the eve of Operation Andy, Toby's gotten a letter informing him that he might lose custody of his kids. So he gets drunk and crawls into Keller's bed - giving them an opportunity that won't come again. One night for Keller to stake his claim, to show Toby how much he loves him and how much Toby needs him. One night for Beecher to take the solace (and the sex) that Keller has been offering for so long, that he's denied them both. And to steel himself for what will follow.
Though it deviates from canon, it is easy to imagine things unfolding this way. The story crystallizes all the passion, pain, power and poignancy of Beecher/Keller. It packs a serious sensual, and emotional, wallop.
The sudden appearance of Chris washed away all thoughts of losing his kids, and left Toby battling a different kind of demon. Pure lust and need for Chris Keller. Yearning for an escape from the pain and horror of Oz. Of life. Of always being alone.
The thought came that none of this was real, a perfectly rational, reasonable thought when coupled with the alcohol that was singing through his veins. With a mood swing that was only possible if you are living on the very edge of sanity, Toby giggled. Maybe this was all a dream. He pushed himself deeper into the cocoon of Chris’s bed, snuggling down as he looked out at Chris, and drank in the sharp-edged profile revealed in the dim light filtering through the glass walls. And you can’t get hurt in your dreams, can you? So why keep fighting this?
It had been inevitable from the moment they met.
"Hi honey, you’re home." Toby snickered. A come-hither look misted across his face as he ran his eyes over Chris, in his usual costume of wifebeater T-shirt and baggy gray pants. "I bin espetin’ you, Lucy." It came out with a hiccuped half-sob.
Chris sat back on his heels, stunned by the words. A playful Toby Beecher? Flirting with him? His stomach fluttered as he tried to interpret the signals radiating from the man lying in the depths of his bunk. Seeing the thin veneer of bravado, the vulnerability beneath the surface of Toby’s game face.
A pulse of longing shot straight through Chris - and settled with a bang in his crotch. To be close to Toby again. To kiss him. To make up for what he’d done. He ignored the little voice warning him that Toby wouldn’t thank him for this in the morning. Fuck tomorrow. This was the chance he’d been waiting for.
It's four parts - three chapters and an epilogue. The archive site is not maintained, but the story is still there. Clicking on the "Continued in next chapter" brings an error message, so I've listed all four URLs:
One Stolen Night, Part One
One Stolen Night, Part Two
One Stolen Night, Part Three
One Stolen Night, Epilogue