First Ficlet
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svendra, who asked for Donald + Timmy + vacation + snow + cabin + smushy tomfoolery.
"Oh, honey, you did great," Timmy said for the tenth time. He put his arms around Donald's waist and hugged him tight.
"Please, Timmy, would you just let me get inside." Donald unlocked the door and then twisted from Timmy's grasp, slippery nylon ski jacket making it easy to get away. "Where it's warm? I have snow up my sleeves, down my back, inside my gloves and the sooner I can get these clothes off--"
When Donald turned around Timmy pressed forward, pushing him into the cabin. Donald's nose and cheeks were red from the cold, his eyes crisp and bright and blue. "That is the most important part of the après ski experience," Timmy explained. "Getting your clothes off and snuggling by the fire, perhaps with a cocktail or two?"
"Or ten? Because that's what it will take for me to get the feeling back into my fingers." Donald held up his gloved hands.
Timmy unzipped each glove and plucked them off. Then kissed Donald's icy fingertips. "You get into some dry clothes, and I'll get the fire started, okay?"
Within fifteen minutes Timmy had the fire roaring and a shaker of martinis at the ready. He hummed to himself as he stripped down to his thermal underwear, happy to have this time away with Donald. To be honest, it didn't really matter what they did, whether they skied or spent the entire week sitting by the fire. Just that they were able to get away from it all, no computers, no clients, no senators, no email. And, cell phones turned off--just the two of them, alone in a cabin on the side of the mountain. A chance to rest and unwind.
He was arranging the grapes around the plate of cheese and crackers when Donald came padding out in thick wool socks and sweats with a quilt wrapped tightly around his shoulders. His hair was matted and rumpled from having a ski hat crammed on his head all day and it was an all together charming sight to behold.
"Better?" Timmy asked brightly.
Donald picked up the empty martini glass and held it out.
Timmy gave the shaker another swirl, then filled Donald's glass. "Come on, it was fun, wasn't it? Just a little, maybe? Swooshing down the slopes, gliding across the snow?" He swiveled his hips as he dropped an olive into the glass.
"There was no swooshing, Timothy." Donald sipped his drink. "Just--falling. And sliding. Lots of sliding. On my ass, by the way. All the way down the damned hill. " Donald's voice was weary.
"It just takes practice. Everyone does that the first time." Timmy filled his own glass, added an olive and then led Donald to the couch. "Tomorrow will be better, I promise."
"Only for you, Timmy." Donald sat with a long-suffering sigh.
"I know." Timmy grinned, because it was true. "I appreciate it. I truly do."
Donald put his glass down. "I think it's time you demonstrated just how appreciative you are, Mr. Callahan."
"Oh. Well, let me see." Timmy set his glass down next to Donald's, then leaned in and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to Donald's lips. "How's that?"
"It's a start." Donald still sounded petulant, but one side of his mouth curved up as he spoke. "Did I mention there was snow? Up my sleeves?"
"You poor, poor thing." Timmy cradled Donald's right hand in his, palm up and kissed the delicate, reddened skin of his wrist. Then did the same to his left. "Is that better?"
"A little." Donald nodded. "You know what though? This is going to sound crazy, but I think I even got snow down my pants."
Timmy widened his eyes in mock horror. "No."
"Yes--it was awful, just awful--" Donald leaned back against the arm of the couch and Timmy slid his hands down to Donald's waist, eager to explore.
"I'm sure it was, darling." Timmy pulled at the elastic waistband of Donald's sweatpants, and the was nothing underneath except Donald. "Well, I can see what your problem was, you should have remembered to put on underwear, at least."
Donald laughed. Timmy ducked down to kiss his belly before nuzzling further, taking in the wonderful scent of Donald's sweat and the taste of his skin. "I'll make a skier out of you yet--"
At the sound of a sharp knock at the door he raised his head.
Donald frowned. "You expecting anyone?"
"No."
Immediately tense, Donald rose to his feet, giving Timmy a glimpse of his smooth, pale ass before pulling his sweats up. He headed for the door, and Timmy followed.
"Who is it?" Donald peered out the window. "Oh."
He swung the door open.
"Jon," Timmy said, recognizing Donald's ski instructor. "What can we do for you?"
"You're Donald Strachey, right?" Jon asked, visibly distressed. "The gay detective?"
"Yes," Donald answered with a slow nod.
"I need your help."
Timmy sighed. "Of course you do." He vowed that next year, they were going on vacation far, far away, maybe on the other side of the world, where no one knew who they were. "Come on in. Martini?" He held up the shaker.
svendra, who asked for Donald + Timmy + vacation + snow + cabin + smushy tomfoolery."Oh, honey, you did great," Timmy said for the tenth time. He put his arms around Donald's waist and hugged him tight.
"Please, Timmy, would you just let me get inside." Donald unlocked the door and then twisted from Timmy's grasp, slippery nylon ski jacket making it easy to get away. "Where it's warm? I have snow up my sleeves, down my back, inside my gloves and the sooner I can get these clothes off--"
When Donald turned around Timmy pressed forward, pushing him into the cabin. Donald's nose and cheeks were red from the cold, his eyes crisp and bright and blue. "That is the most important part of the après ski experience," Timmy explained. "Getting your clothes off and snuggling by the fire, perhaps with a cocktail or two?"
"Or ten? Because that's what it will take for me to get the feeling back into my fingers." Donald held up his gloved hands.
Timmy unzipped each glove and plucked them off. Then kissed Donald's icy fingertips. "You get into some dry clothes, and I'll get the fire started, okay?"
Within fifteen minutes Timmy had the fire roaring and a shaker of martinis at the ready. He hummed to himself as he stripped down to his thermal underwear, happy to have this time away with Donald. To be honest, it didn't really matter what they did, whether they skied or spent the entire week sitting by the fire. Just that they were able to get away from it all, no computers, no clients, no senators, no email. And, cell phones turned off--just the two of them, alone in a cabin on the side of the mountain. A chance to rest and unwind.
He was arranging the grapes around the plate of cheese and crackers when Donald came padding out in thick wool socks and sweats with a quilt wrapped tightly around his shoulders. His hair was matted and rumpled from having a ski hat crammed on his head all day and it was an all together charming sight to behold.
"Better?" Timmy asked brightly.
Donald picked up the empty martini glass and held it out.
Timmy gave the shaker another swirl, then filled Donald's glass. "Come on, it was fun, wasn't it? Just a little, maybe? Swooshing down the slopes, gliding across the snow?" He swiveled his hips as he dropped an olive into the glass.
"There was no swooshing, Timothy." Donald sipped his drink. "Just--falling. And sliding. Lots of sliding. On my ass, by the way. All the way down the damned hill. " Donald's voice was weary.
"It just takes practice. Everyone does that the first time." Timmy filled his own glass, added an olive and then led Donald to the couch. "Tomorrow will be better, I promise."
"Only for you, Timmy." Donald sat with a long-suffering sigh.
"I know." Timmy grinned, because it was true. "I appreciate it. I truly do."
Donald put his glass down. "I think it's time you demonstrated just how appreciative you are, Mr. Callahan."
"Oh. Well, let me see." Timmy set his glass down next to Donald's, then leaned in and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to Donald's lips. "How's that?"
"It's a start." Donald still sounded petulant, but one side of his mouth curved up as he spoke. "Did I mention there was snow? Up my sleeves?"
"You poor, poor thing." Timmy cradled Donald's right hand in his, palm up and kissed the delicate, reddened skin of his wrist. Then did the same to his left. "Is that better?"
"A little." Donald nodded. "You know what though? This is going to sound crazy, but I think I even got snow down my pants."
Timmy widened his eyes in mock horror. "No."
"Yes--it was awful, just awful--" Donald leaned back against the arm of the couch and Timmy slid his hands down to Donald's waist, eager to explore.
"I'm sure it was, darling." Timmy pulled at the elastic waistband of Donald's sweatpants, and the was nothing underneath except Donald. "Well, I can see what your problem was, you should have remembered to put on underwear, at least."
Donald laughed. Timmy ducked down to kiss his belly before nuzzling further, taking in the wonderful scent of Donald's sweat and the taste of his skin. "I'll make a skier out of you yet--"
At the sound of a sharp knock at the door he raised his head.
Donald frowned. "You expecting anyone?"
"No."
Immediately tense, Donald rose to his feet, giving Timmy a glimpse of his smooth, pale ass before pulling his sweats up. He headed for the door, and Timmy followed.
"Who is it?" Donald peered out the window. "Oh."
He swung the door open.
"Jon," Timmy said, recognizing Donald's ski instructor. "What can we do for you?"
"You're Donald Strachey, right?" Jon asked, visibly distressed. "The gay detective?"
"Yes," Donald answered with a slow nod.
"I need your help."
Timmy sighed. "Of course you do." He vowed that next year, they were going on vacation far, far away, maybe on the other side of the world, where no one knew who they were. "Come on in. Martini?" He held up the shaker.
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Date: 2007-07-29 08:17 pm (UTC)But poor guys, nobody should get interrupted when there's a blowjob in the near future. Especially after such an exhausting day :-)
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Date: 2007-07-30 04:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-29 08:25 pm (UTC)Poor guys, interupted right when it was getting good. I'm sure Donald will have a chance to get nice and warm later. *g*
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Date: 2007-07-30 04:14 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed the ficlet--and I totally agree, Timmy is going to make sure Donald is nice and toasty. *g*
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Date: 2007-07-29 09:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-30 04:15 pm (UTC)He certainly is.
I'm glad you enjoyed it, sweetie!
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Date: 2007-07-31 11:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-29 09:49 pm (UTC)"You know what though? This is going to sound crazy, but I think I even got snow down my pants."
/dies/
I loved this - thank you! :)
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Date: 2007-07-30 04:16 pm (UTC)::smooches::
Donald is just shameless.
Is it time for that new movie yet?
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Date: 2007-07-29 09:58 pm (UTC)That made me crack up. He obviously needs to use an alias when going on vacation.
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Date: 2007-07-30 04:16 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed!
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Date: 2007-07-30 12:15 am (UTC)I love the way they are together, though.
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Date: 2007-07-30 04:17 pm (UTC)I'm having trouble writing them getting down and dirty--I feel like I don't know them well enough. Like it would be impolite or something. *g*
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Date: 2007-07-30 04:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-30 04:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-30 04:52 pm (UTC)Or maybe we just don't know them well enough yet.
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Date: 2007-07-30 05:06 pm (UTC)::ponders::
Ow, that makes my head hurt on a Monday.
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Date: 2007-07-30 05:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-30 05:25 pm (UTC)It's entirely possible. *g* Who can remember that far back?
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Date: 2007-07-30 04:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-30 04:18 pm (UTC)And I'm sure Donald is going to make it up to Timmy. Timmy will insist. *g*
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Date: 2007-07-31 10:29 pm (UTC)The files are too big for me to upload on my site (around 700 MB each) but I'd be happy to burn them to CD and mail them to you. Drop me an email at thegrrrl2002 @ gmail.com if you want them!
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