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crack_van2004-12-06 06:11 pm
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Above the Dingle Starry, by Hafital (NC-17)
Fandom: HIGHLANDER
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hafital
Author Website: Hafital's Fanfiction Paradise
Why this must be read: There's a lot of post-series 6 falling-in-love/lust fic in HL fandom, but this one gets me every time, because it's a lot more than that. We know Methos and Duncan each have a playful side, but we rarely see them playful together in canon. Which is why this story is such a delight. Methos is wary and evasive and teasing, Duncan is teasing and seductive and a little reckless. Together they're playing off each other in a game that has nothing to do with The Game and yet we're not allowed to forget that it's always there, ready to cut short whatever happiness they happen to find.
And the sex is well-written and hot.
Somewhere between lathering shampoo into his hair and rinsing the soap from his body, the phone rang. This time not only did his stomach drop below his feet, it also did a flip-flop. He turned the water off, pushed the shower door open, reached for the phone and knocked it over in his haste. Ass in the air, hands on the floor, Methos chased after the phone, which slipped from his soapy hands twice before he had a good hold on it and managed to push the "talk" button.
"Pierson," he said, sounding as normal as ever.
"Joe said, and I quote, 'You bring me back a pink teddy bear and I'll disown your ass as my Immortal, got it. And for chrissake stop calling so goddamn early in the morning. Some of us work at night.' Then he hung up. I say we get him a pink teddy bear."
Two things occurred to Methos at the same time. The first was a realization of just how ridiculous he looked at that moment and the second -- Mac was in a playful mood.
"That was rude of him." Methos carefully righted himself, sitting down in the tub.
"I thought so."
"He's the one requesting teddy bears as gifts, after all."
"Exactly."
"He's lucky if he gets anything now."
Silence. Methos froze, extremely aware of his wet bum sitting in a shallow pool of water, soap drying on his naked skin. The showerhead dripped water above him.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
"Methos, are you in the bathroom?"
Oh shit. Methos carefully considered his answer. "Maybe."
Long pause. "Are you...You're not... Are you on the toilet?"
It took a lot of effort on Methos' part not to break down into hysterical giggles. "No."
Another long pause. "Shower?"
Oh damn. Methos swallowed. "Maybe."
In Methos' mind he heard the next question, Mac's voice curling around him. Naked? You're naked when you talk to me? Do you touch yourself, Methos? Are you touching yourself right now?
Methos' hand reached for his cock.
There was only quiet breathing on the other end of the phone. Then, "I may be there earlier than noon."
"Okay."
~~~~~
Above the Dingle Starry
Pairing: Duncan/Methos
Author on LJ:
hafitalAuthor Website: Hafital's Fanfiction Paradise
Why this must be read: There's a lot of post-series 6 falling-in-love/lust fic in HL fandom, but this one gets me every time, because it's a lot more than that. We know Methos and Duncan each have a playful side, but we rarely see them playful together in canon. Which is why this story is such a delight. Methos is wary and evasive and teasing, Duncan is teasing and seductive and a little reckless. Together they're playing off each other in a game that has nothing to do with The Game and yet we're not allowed to forget that it's always there, ready to cut short whatever happiness they happen to find.
And the sex is well-written and hot.
Somewhere between lathering shampoo into his hair and rinsing the soap from his body, the phone rang. This time not only did his stomach drop below his feet, it also did a flip-flop. He turned the water off, pushed the shower door open, reached for the phone and knocked it over in his haste. Ass in the air, hands on the floor, Methos chased after the phone, which slipped from his soapy hands twice before he had a good hold on it and managed to push the "talk" button.
"Pierson," he said, sounding as normal as ever.
"Joe said, and I quote, 'You bring me back a pink teddy bear and I'll disown your ass as my Immortal, got it. And for chrissake stop calling so goddamn early in the morning. Some of us work at night.' Then he hung up. I say we get him a pink teddy bear."
Two things occurred to Methos at the same time. The first was a realization of just how ridiculous he looked at that moment and the second -- Mac was in a playful mood.
"That was rude of him." Methos carefully righted himself, sitting down in the tub.
"I thought so."
"He's the one requesting teddy bears as gifts, after all."
"Exactly."
"He's lucky if he gets anything now."
Silence. Methos froze, extremely aware of his wet bum sitting in a shallow pool of water, soap drying on his naked skin. The showerhead dripped water above him.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
"Methos, are you in the bathroom?"
Oh shit. Methos carefully considered his answer. "Maybe."
Long pause. "Are you...You're not... Are you on the toilet?"
It took a lot of effort on Methos' part not to break down into hysterical giggles. "No."
Another long pause. "Shower?"
Oh damn. Methos swallowed. "Maybe."
In Methos' mind he heard the next question, Mac's voice curling around him. Naked? You're naked when you talk to me? Do you touch yourself, Methos? Are you touching yourself right now?
Methos' hand reached for his cock.
There was only quiet breathing on the other end of the phone. Then, "I may be there earlier than noon."
"Okay."
~~~~~
Above the Dingle Starry
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