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crack_van2005-01-13 09:04 pm
alinewrites.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2005-01-13 09:04 pm
Desperate intent by Waffles (NC-17)
Fandom: Oz
Pairing: Beecher/O'Reilly
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: unknown
Why this must be read: First because it's a lockdown story; not the usual season3 lockdown, but a season one lockdown. Beecher and O'Reily are podmates. It talks about tits, and friendship -or what's called so in Oz, loneliness, desire. I love Beecher in this fic, he's cheeky and needy and hot. And O'Reily's just O'Reily, wonderfully portrayed as the straight Irish guy he is. I can't really believe that Ryan O'Reily has any gay vibe and slashing him is really a problem to me but here... The trick works wonderfully. Plus I love the lively and very good writing.
It's a rather light and funny fic but Oz is all around, trapping the heroes, you can feel it. It's a very good fic.
"Eleven o'clock. Seven more hours." Beecher began to grouse again, drugs worn off, still not sleepy, but nothing else to do but whine about the hour. "Seven more..."
"Oh shut the fuck up, Beecher!" Ryan punched the underside of Toby's mattress as he spoke. "It's no different that yesterday, day before yesterday, and the day before that."
"No kidding, O'Reily. And it'll be the same thing tomorrow and day after that and the day after that..." Beecher's voice trailed off as he realized the absurdity of the conversation. Then silence. Silence.
Minutes going by, bringing and end to yet another day in Em City. Shit, how many more days? Too fuckin' many more.
The silence ate at Beecher. He couldn't sleep, the slight tingle still running through his fingers where they had grazed against O'Reily's making him think of the many times Vern had touched him, made Toby touch him in return. And worse. Degrading him. Beecher wanted to feel someone else, anyone else, as long as it wasn't Vern.
"O'Reily?"
Ryan sighed loud and heavily, seeming to take his time in answering. "_What_?"
"You ever get lonely? Ever miss being held?"
Pairing: Beecher/O'Reilly
Author on LJ: unknown
Author Website: unknown
Why this must be read: First because it's a lockdown story; not the usual season3 lockdown, but a season one lockdown. Beecher and O'Reily are podmates. It talks about tits, and friendship -or what's called so in Oz, loneliness, desire. I love Beecher in this fic, he's cheeky and needy and hot. And O'Reily's just O'Reily, wonderfully portrayed as the straight Irish guy he is. I can't really believe that Ryan O'Reily has any gay vibe and slashing him is really a problem to me but here... The trick works wonderfully. Plus I love the lively and very good writing.
It's a rather light and funny fic but Oz is all around, trapping the heroes, you can feel it. It's a very good fic.
"Eleven o'clock. Seven more hours." Beecher began to grouse again, drugs worn off, still not sleepy, but nothing else to do but whine about the hour. "Seven more..."
"Oh shut the fuck up, Beecher!" Ryan punched the underside of Toby's mattress as he spoke. "It's no different that yesterday, day before yesterday, and the day before that."
"No kidding, O'Reily. And it'll be the same thing tomorrow and day after that and the day after that..." Beecher's voice trailed off as he realized the absurdity of the conversation. Then silence. Silence.
Minutes going by, bringing and end to yet another day in Em City. Shit, how many more days? Too fuckin' many more.
The silence ate at Beecher. He couldn't sleep, the slight tingle still running through his fingers where they had grazed against O'Reily's making him think of the many times Vern had touched him, made Toby touch him in return. And worse. Degrading him. Beecher wanted to feel someone else, anyone else, as long as it wasn't Vern.
"O'Reily?"
Ryan sighed loud and heavily, seeming to take his time in answering. "_What_?"
"You ever get lonely? Ever miss being held?"
What's going to happen next? Go there: desperate intent