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crack_van2005-02-19 10:44 am
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Tipping Keller by pirl (rated R)
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oz_magi challenge...
Fandom: Oz
Pairing: Beecher/Keller
Author on LJ: pirl
Author website: no, but a few more fics can be found at Unit B & C5 Fiction
Why this must be read: Because it's a hoot. *g* It's Lockdown fic, daring to suggest that not every single moment in the Pod 'o Love was a smut-filled honeymoon.
Chris sat in the chair, leaning on the legs so the back was resting on the clear glass behind him. He watched Toby sitting on the lower bunk as he picked up another nugget, tossed it into the air, and gave a disappointed huff when it landed on the bunk above him and not in his mouth as planned. Shrugging his shoulders, he threw Chris an apathetic look and dug into his mashed potatoes.
"You always play with your food?" Chris asked, reaching down to his own tray resting on the footlocker beside him and snatching up his milk.
Toby paused, clearly assessing the question before answering. "Only when I'm bored."
Chris' eyebrows flicked up in agreement. He was utterly and thoroughly bored. They'd played chess all morning, but that just lead to Chris sticking his hand down Toby's pants and thus, a knock and a threat from Mineo. He'd tried reading one of Toby's books, but gave it up after the first paragraph for one of his titty mags. He shortly gave that up when he got a good whiff of Toby who was trying to clean his shorts in the sink. He'd even successfully frayed the top of his sock a good inch by pulling on one piece of string for a solid hour before realizing that he was ruining his only pair without holes.
It's short and snarky, and completely spot on. Go, read, comment.
Tipping Keller
oz_magi challenge...Fandom: Oz
Pairing: Beecher/Keller
Author on LJ: pirl
Author website: no, but a few more fics can be found at Unit B & C5 Fiction
Why this must be read: Because it's a hoot. *g* It's Lockdown fic, daring to suggest that not every single moment in the Pod 'o Love was a smut-filled honeymoon.
Chris sat in the chair, leaning on the legs so the back was resting on the clear glass behind him. He watched Toby sitting on the lower bunk as he picked up another nugget, tossed it into the air, and gave a disappointed huff when it landed on the bunk above him and not in his mouth as planned. Shrugging his shoulders, he threw Chris an apathetic look and dug into his mashed potatoes.
"You always play with your food?" Chris asked, reaching down to his own tray resting on the footlocker beside him and snatching up his milk.
Toby paused, clearly assessing the question before answering. "Only when I'm bored."
Chris' eyebrows flicked up in agreement. He was utterly and thoroughly bored. They'd played chess all morning, but that just lead to Chris sticking his hand down Toby's pants and thus, a knock and a threat from Mineo. He'd tried reading one of Toby's books, but gave it up after the first paragraph for one of his titty mags. He shortly gave that up when he got a good whiff of Toby who was trying to clean his shorts in the sink. He'd even successfully frayed the top of his sock a good inch by pulling on one piece of string for a solid hour before realizing that he was ruining his only pair without holes.
It's short and snarky, and completely spot on. Go, read, comment.
Tipping Keller
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