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Walking After Midnight by Riley Cannon (NC-17)
Fandom: OZ
Pairing: Beecher/Keller
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rileyc
Author Website: none
Why this must be read:
Doing my best to prove that not all Oz fic is dark and depressing, this time I’m reccing one of my all time favorite AUs by one of the best and certainly one of the most prolific Oz writers out there. Rebecca a.k.a. Riley Cannon is the queen of the Oz AU. She has this uncanny knack of capturing the pure essence of Beecher and Keller and transporting them anywhere. In this story, she takes them out for a Halloween adventure that is equal parts funny, creepy and romantic. One of Rebecca’s greatest gifts is her ability to create the perfect setting for whatever story she is telling. Here she weaves a tale so rich with details you’re caught in the web right along with Chris and Toby. I don’t want to give too much away, so I’ll end this with the below snippet.
That still sounded screwy to Chris, but so long as this place had a phone he wasn't complaining. Loud as the music and carrying on was he doubted anyone had heard the bell and was about to give the polished wooden door a sharp knock when it opened up. A guy loomed there in the doorway, about Chris' height but a whole lot scrawnier, decked out in white-tie-and-tails and with what looked like a Mardi Gras stick mask in one hand, a fantastic creation of purple feathers that didn't strike Chris as suiting the guy's sharp and distinctive features.
"Good evening." His soft baritone carried a hint of a British accent, too vague to identify. His gaze passed over Chris, lingering for a moment before fixing upon Toby with a lot more interest than Chris liked. "How may I help you?" He aimed the question exclusively at Toby; Chris may as well have been a shadow.
"Ah," distracted, flustered, Toby acted like he was having a hard time stringing words together - and like he'd forgotten all about Chris as well - "we had a little accident and wondered if we might use your telephone."
The guy smiled, inclined his head slightly. "Of course. Will you come in?" He stood back, holding the door open.
"Thank you." Toby was the first across the threshold, their host crowding him so Toby had to brush against him.
Chris met no such obstacle and shot their host a hard look that warned him to back the hell off Toby. Although he wasn't sure what bugged him more: that the guy was paying Toby so much attention, or that Toby wasn't exactly freezing him out. Not that Chris could blame anyone for looking; even tricked out in his pirate outfit Toby made for a very enticing and tasty vision. No, what stuck in Chris' craw wasn't this guy ogling Toby for all he as worth, but that he came across like he meant to move in and stake a claim and had every right to do so. And, yeah, fat chance of that happening; he knew that. What he didn't get was how come Toby wasn't picking up on the vibes and smacking the guy down. Fleetingly, the idea crossed his mind this might be Toby's idea of payback, give him a taste of what it was like to stand by, teeth gritted, while someone fawned over and eyefucked the man he loved.
But ... no, Toby'd be letting him know if that's what was going on. His lover could be poker-faced enough when it suited him - but this would not be one of those times, Chris knew that in his bones.
"So," Chris cut between Toby and their host as they walked along a carpeted hallway, "I didn't catch your name." Annoyance flared in the hazel eyes that cut his way, but that was fine by him, long as it got the guy's attention off Toby.
Walking After Midnight
If you like the story, please let the author know. Remember this is Oz, so don’t make me shank you.
Pairing: Beecher/Keller
Author on LJ:
rileycAuthor Website: none
Why this must be read:
Doing my best to prove that not all Oz fic is dark and depressing, this time I’m reccing one of my all time favorite AUs by one of the best and certainly one of the most prolific Oz writers out there. Rebecca a.k.a. Riley Cannon is the queen of the Oz AU. She has this uncanny knack of capturing the pure essence of Beecher and Keller and transporting them anywhere. In this story, she takes them out for a Halloween adventure that is equal parts funny, creepy and romantic. One of Rebecca’s greatest gifts is her ability to create the perfect setting for whatever story she is telling. Here she weaves a tale so rich with details you’re caught in the web right along with Chris and Toby. I don’t want to give too much away, so I’ll end this with the below snippet.
That still sounded screwy to Chris, but so long as this place had a phone he wasn't complaining. Loud as the music and carrying on was he doubted anyone had heard the bell and was about to give the polished wooden door a sharp knock when it opened up. A guy loomed there in the doorway, about Chris' height but a whole lot scrawnier, decked out in white-tie-and-tails and with what looked like a Mardi Gras stick mask in one hand, a fantastic creation of purple feathers that didn't strike Chris as suiting the guy's sharp and distinctive features.
"Good evening." His soft baritone carried a hint of a British accent, too vague to identify. His gaze passed over Chris, lingering for a moment before fixing upon Toby with a lot more interest than Chris liked. "How may I help you?" He aimed the question exclusively at Toby; Chris may as well have been a shadow.
"Ah," distracted, flustered, Toby acted like he was having a hard time stringing words together - and like he'd forgotten all about Chris as well - "we had a little accident and wondered if we might use your telephone."
The guy smiled, inclined his head slightly. "Of course. Will you come in?" He stood back, holding the door open.
"Thank you." Toby was the first across the threshold, their host crowding him so Toby had to brush against him.
Chris met no such obstacle and shot their host a hard look that warned him to back the hell off Toby. Although he wasn't sure what bugged him more: that the guy was paying Toby so much attention, or that Toby wasn't exactly freezing him out. Not that Chris could blame anyone for looking; even tricked out in his pirate outfit Toby made for a very enticing and tasty vision. No, what stuck in Chris' craw wasn't this guy ogling Toby for all he as worth, but that he came across like he meant to move in and stake a claim and had every right to do so. And, yeah, fat chance of that happening; he knew that. What he didn't get was how come Toby wasn't picking up on the vibes and smacking the guy down. Fleetingly, the idea crossed his mind this might be Toby's idea of payback, give him a taste of what it was like to stand by, teeth gritted, while someone fawned over and eyefucked the man he loved.
But ... no, Toby'd be letting him know if that's what was going on. His lover could be poker-faced enough when it suited him - but this would not be one of those times, Chris knew that in his bones.
"So," Chris cut between Toby and their host as they walked along a carpeted hallway, "I didn't catch your name." Annoyance flared in the hazel eyes that cut his way, but that was fine by him, long as it got the guy's attention off Toby.
Walking After Midnight
If you like the story, please let the author know. Remember this is Oz, so don’t make me shank you.
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