alexdraven: (Drabble)
( Feb. 12th, 2006 01:11 am)

He couldn't get comfortable. It was too quiet, and his old room – his old bed – just didn't seem to fit him any more.  He could make out the familiar shapes in the darkness, the bulk of the wardrobe in the corner, the glint from his desk, where the moonlight caught the computer screen, but the pile of papers on the desk were Seth's, not his, and there was a mound of *stuff* on the chair, which had accumulated on the bed while his bedroom had been being used as a study-come-junk-room for the past three months.  It just felt – off. 

[happy birthday [livejournal.com profile] byrne]

alexdraven: (General writing)
( Jan. 19th, 2006 12:32 am)

"You can't do that!"   Paul hissed desperately. His hand was tight around Cameron's wrist, pressing pale against the tendons, but the older boy didn't drop his arm. He smiled.  He smiled so wide that it stretched his words, rich with something Paul wasn't so sure he wanted to be able to recognise. .

"Oh Paul, I can. You think … tell me. Why not?"   Cameron's chin tipped up to mark the question; a challenge, like they were in a boxing ring, not hiding in the wide open dark of the church.

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alexdraven: (General writing)
( Jan. 19th, 2006 12:32 am)

"You can't do that!"   Paul hissed desperately. His hand was tight around Cameron's wrist, pressing pale against the tendons, but the older boy didn't drop his arm. He smiled.  He smiled so wide that it stretched his words, rich with something Paul wasn't so sure he wanted to be able to recognise. .

"Oh Paul, I can. You think … tell me. Why not?"   Cameron's chin tipped up to mark the question; a challenge, like they were in a boxing ring, not hiding in the wide open dark of the church.

Read more... )

For Halloween, 2005, and for [profile] buhfly's Halloween Challenge
With thanks to [livejournal.com profile] turps33 for sparking off the idea, and [livejournal.com profile] morgaine_x and [livejournal.com profile] asradel for helping it come to pass. All remaining mistakes are, of course, my own.

*****

#1

Every sleepless night Nick waits to take Bell out for their morning run, and every morning he makes himself wait more, until the school rush and the office rush are done. For the first time this year the air is still thick with mist: even at after-nine the far side of the road is grayed-out and the air is cool and wet and heavy. Bell lifts her head and pulls at her harness as they get closer to the park, bouncing on fallen leaves and flicking her ears tracking mist-muffled sounds.

Out on the heath Nick unbuckles her and then chases after, pulling the thick watery air into his lungs and grinning. There’s a time for thinking about everything that’s wrong with his life, but this isn’t it.

***** )
For Halloween, 2005, and for [profile] buhfly's Halloween Challenge
With thanks to [livejournal.com profile] turps33 for sparking off the idea, and [livejournal.com profile] morgaine_x and [livejournal.com profile] asradel for helping it come to pass. All remaining mistakes are, of course, my own.

*****

#1

Every sleepless night Nick waits to take Bell out for their morning run, and every morning he makes himself wait more, until the school rush and the office rush are done. For the first time this year the air is still thick with mist: even at after-nine the far side of the road is grayed-out and the air is cool and wet and heavy. Bell lifts her head and pulls at her harness as they get closer to the park, bouncing on fallen leaves and flicking her ears tracking mist-muffled sounds.

Out on the heath Nick unbuckles her and then chases after, pulling the thick watery air into his lungs and grinning. There’s a time for thinking about everything that’s wrong with his life, but this isn’t it.

***** )
alexdraven: Negative image of a raven in flight with the text Alex Draven (Default)
( Aug. 12th, 2005 12:14 am)
Ben stared at the ceiling and tried, unsuccessfully, to tune out the regular flickering of the neon lights outside his window and the drunken conversations conducted at top volume in the car park below. The club had small laminated notices in the lobby asking their clients to please respect the sleep of the local residents, to leave quietly. They also had signs behind the bar advising the punters that no credit would be offered and that they were only licensed to sell alcohol for consumption on the premises. No one paid any attention to those, either.

read on )
alexdraven: Negative image of a raven in flight with the text Alex Draven (Default)
( Aug. 12th, 2005 12:14 am)
Ben stared at the ceiling and tried, unsuccessfully, to tune out the regular flickering of the neon lights outside his window and the drunken conversations conducted at top volume in the car park below. The club had small laminated notices in the lobby asking their clients to please respect the sleep of the local residents, to leave quietly. They also had signs behind the bar advising the punters that no credit would be offered and that they were only licensed to sell alcohol for consumption on the premises. No one paid any attention to those, either.

read on )
For [livejournal.com profile] tsuki_no_bara, who asked for Collin/Ally, any time before Collin leaves for uni, when they're not arguing about it.- key words: barn, steam. - Colin's story is told in diary format over at [livejournal.com profile] kettle, so it's a little weird writing him third person.

for boys and their dogs )
For [livejournal.com profile] tsuki_no_bara, who asked for Collin/Ally, any time before Collin leaves for uni, when they're not arguing about it.- key words: barn, steam. - Colin's story is told in diary format over at [livejournal.com profile] kettle, so it's a little weird writing him third person.

for boys and their dogs )
Writen for both [livejournal.com profile] xoverau's 'variations on a plot theme' challenge and the [livejournal.com profile] petitte_soeur 'time restrictions' exercise, because the two cross-fertilized in my mind.

As always, comments of any sort are welcomed ;)

Abscond )
Writen for both [livejournal.com profile] xoverau's 'variations on a plot theme' challenge and the [livejournal.com profile] petitte_soeur 'time restrictions' exercise, because the two cross-fertilized in my mind.

As always, comments of any sort are welcomed ;)

Abscond )
For [livejournal.com profile] beginings laundry list challenge - Luke and Walker's story can be found here.

***** ***** ******

Walker loved to dance, and even straight from work, with his uniform t-shirt crammed haphazzardly into his bag and his eyes itching with tiredness and smoke and the brilliant blue flashes of the lights, Luke loved to watch. Except if he stayed propped against the bar much longer he was going to fall asleep standing up. And anyway, Walker swaying and moving like that, pale skin painted with lights and glossed with sweat, was a too good not to appreciate up close and personal. Worth braving the dance floor for, at any rate.

He stepped into the crowd, allowing the music to dictate his pace, the way he twisted and slid to close in on his boy, slipping close into his space, hips already following the trail of Walker's fine backside. He rested his hand on Walker's hip, fingers sticking to damp skin above the waistband. mine. love. gorgeous.. Not even half a beat and they were matched for movement, Walker's weight dropping back a little so he could rest his head briefly against Luke's chest, love you, trust you, thank you, before he turned, slotting their legs together like coming home. The play of their movements, the back and forth, slide and grind, was flattery and promises, affirmation and teasing, want and having.

They were hot and breathless when the set of Walker's shoulders altered, made Luke check and tilt his head. what? Quick tight gestures, unconsciously timed to the bass beat, a thumb point, a lifting move. going to the bar – you need a drink? Luke shook his head slightly, walking his fingers along Walker's sharp collar bone. home? . Walker's gaze flickered over the dance floor, and Luke brazenly leaned a little closer, pressing his thigh up firm against Walker's basket, lewd and to the point. Watching Walker's laugh with all the sound lost to the music was familiar, good. Walker's teeth grazed against his shoulder and stole Luke's breath before his lover took his hand and led him through the crowds. On the edge of the dance floor, they paused, turned, and their kiss was hungry, tongues and teeth, and their fingers lingered as they parted, Walker to the cloakrooms and Luke to find a cab, well-practised teamwork designed to get them alone and together as soon as could be. No need for words.
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