poziomeczka: (jbells; jumper exposed; scrunch)
Okay, so I apologise for no fic. I was scribbling it down in the park yesterday (I bumped into my pal, it was very awkward, pretending it was not porn) and it's growing enormous. as in enormous. and i kinda need to weave in porn into channing's crazy inner monologue. like seriously.

also i'm getting increasingly cought up in the indy jones!au, i wanna start outlining it. this will be like, my first thing with actual plot pwoah.

So basically, I will post something later tonight if I get some of my essay done. You know that stuff I have to do to graduate with decent marks. YEAH THAT THING.

Anyway, as I accidentally enlightened [livejournal.com profile] coeurdesoleil in the ways of fic. A rare feat since I'm always the one behind and like people tell me stuff and I'm like WHUT? WHUT?
but encouraged by this rare flash of fic knowledge I decided to pimp some fiction, yo.

do people still say YO?

well, anygays.
YO DAWGS.

STOP WHATEVER YOUSE ARE DOING AND READ!

The Blood Knows The Path by [livejournal.com profile] linaerys is a magnificent story woven and writhing within the whole Eagle universe. There are Romanized slutty Britons, honourable Marcuses and jelaous Escas. A beautiful, beautiful fic.
( Esca is a bad slave. Stephanos and Sassticca, who runs the kitchen, are at pains to make sure he knows this. )

The Kissing Series! I think everyone has read it, but you know. Just in case.
A Thousand and a Hundred More by [livejournal.com profile] carmarthen, where Esca is really rather confused about this whole kissing business: ( Esca is confused by this weird Roman custom of licking people's mouths, and asks Marcus to explain. Demonstrate. Something. )

If It Feels Good Do It by [livejournal.com profile] sineala, man I love this girl's writing, so I strongly, stronly recommend you check oot her other fics. In this one Esca teaches Marcus about the 'best kind of kissing': ( Summary: Esca has kissed people before. Only not on the mouth. )

and then it spurred on another one! by [livejournal.com profile] savvierthanu about another kind of kissing :P ( Kiss Me, Take Me )

The Dagger by [livejournal.com profile] planejane, Marcus may have a tiny peen but Esca knows how to use it.
Fill for a kink meme, and a rather brilliant one too:
( Esca splashes his face with cool water, takes a deep breath and leaves his cell. Since returning south with the Eagle, he has his own room, next to Marcus, in Uncle Aquila's house. )

The Persistence of Memory by [livejournal.com profile] savvierthanu, one of my favourite things I think. And Amnesia!Fic that's just megasweet and painful and hot and you just want to cuddle those boys. More than usual.
( Am I simple? Marcus looks horrified so he amends the question. I mean, was I simple? )

a white collar au! by [livejournal.com profile] addandsubtract, now I haven't seen an episode of white collar in my life, but did not stop me from LOVING this. is superb! superb! and there are two parts :)
( 189 ) && ( 191 )

REMEMBER THAT PORN AU PROMPT I MADE AFTER DISCUSSING IT EXTENSIVELY WITH [livejournal.com profile] vivid_moment?
WELL IT GOT FILLED AND FILLED IN STYLE, AND I CANNOT, I REPEAT, CANNOT; PIMP IT ENOUGH:
( So I could give it up, he murmurs, not looking up from where he's sliding their cocks together.become a bin-man. That'd still get you hot? )

WIPS worth checking oot:
( Bloody Money ) --> Stockholm Syndrome prompt fill

( By the Sword ) ---> insanely awesome gladiator! au, where Marcus is kinda like a teenage girl. in the best way possible.

( Blue For You ) ---> Esca gets an Eagle tattooed onto his back. To, you know, spell it out for Marcus. Or maybe even draw a picture.

EDIT:

FORGOT ABOUT THIS ONE!
( Second Chances )
I read it this morning and well, even though I've seen it around I didn't think I'd like it. It's very good. A tricky task well performed; Marcus is a hitman who's about to commit suicide and Esca's an escort.
AND THIS ONE:
( Something Like A Step-Up AU )
unnervingly intriguing and Marcus's hilarious. Though a little bit dim.

EDIT NUMBER TWO!
GEEZUS. I MIGHT AS WELL MAKE ANOTHER POST.
DUDE'S FEI MADE THIS CHANNING FRECKLES TRIBUTE OVER HEERE:
( see, in that video i didn\'t even realize he was speaking *is shallow* )
poziomeczka: (mr.tatum; enjoy the ride)
Title if you have nothing left to burn you have to set yourself on fire
Pairing Channing/Jamie
Fandom The Eagle RPS (don't even start me)
Rating through the roof (NC-17)
Warnings SEMI-PUBLIC SEX (AGAIN!!), Jamie's very FIERCE?
Disclaimer LIES LIES!! I own nothing. If I did. I'd be sending you movies instead of fic.
DEDICATED TO ALL OF YOU. YOUSE KNOW WHO YOUSE ARE!!



He should have noticed it earlier, Channing berates himself with that slim, slight part of his brain that still has the remains of blood in it. He should have noticed he thinks. Admittedly, he has never been particularly sharp in those matters as Jenna frequently told him. She has never really been the one to hesitate in pointing out when he was being extremely dim about one thing or other. He loved her for that.



It's hard to think with all that glorious bare skin moving before him and his back feels sore and like it might snap if Jamie keeps on going like this. But Channing knows that were he to stop he would probably die from a different affliction altogether.



He should have noticed earlier



But he's so used to being pushed into cubicles, alleyways, walls and not-at-all-as-abandoned-as-they-look hallways, that it's hardly anything out of the ordinary.
He expected as much, and god knowing, knowing that Jamie was about to shove him into the staff bathroom, his hand splayed urgently so urgently over Channing's broad chest, it was enough. Those lust-heavy seconds when he knew that god, god any moment now it was going to happen. Like seeing a train wreck and not being able to look away. The anticipation of it, of that glint in Jamie's cobalt eyes, a glimpse of something predatory and primal, bone-deep ancient and feral. That was enough to make him stiff.



Channing might have made the word up, but he wasn't lying when he told the interviewer that Jamie was a "go'er". He always maneuvered him with startling efficiency, all that compact strength and speed fused in a single-minded purpose; Jamie's quick hands and mouth everywhere on him all at once. And who was Channing to defend himself against that?



He always joked that it was a bit like being manhandled by an extremely crafty otter.
And a rather frisky one too.



There's something about public places, Channing swears---
However, no matter how insistent Jamie is, and well he's pretty insistent, there's always an amused smile or a fondly exasperated eyeroll.



It's different this time somehow, more raw, more violent. It happens so fast that before Channing can question it, much less actually have a say in what is happening to him, Jamie's straddling his lap, Channing's cock buried deep within his arse and oh god it has to hurt him, it has to, and oh god---
He's. He's sleek. He's sleek inside.
He planned this all along, the little bastard.
And just the mental picture of Jamie, in his hotel room, fucking himself open---






Jamie's eyes are hooded and unreadable and he doesn't say a word between his shallow pants.
He has always been a mouthy fuck. His wonderful little mouth running ahead of him, demanding and directing, accent growing thicker as he loses himself, telling Channing to fucking do it already that he needs yes and more and this and don't you dare slow down you son-of-a-bitch---



But not this time. No.



It's tight and so good and Jamie looks magnificent and terrifying, like a sea-storm. He throws his head back, exposing the long column of his throat, his shirt open as his hands palm at the painted wood on the each side of the cubicle. His ribs move under his skin as he viciously slams himself down onto Channing cock.



He looks like some pagan god lost in a ritual to his own worship. Powerless against the frenzy.
Channing's large hands rest tightly on Jamie's hips, thumbs almost meeting and he will never, never get tired of it. Of how small and perfect Jamie is around him, how he could enclose him whole and keep him there. Cocooned in his arms and body.



Jenna's compact and lithe, not unlike Jamie but it's never like this with her. Because it's never a fight. And with Jamie it's always a fight. Always.



It's never certain, for even when it is he'll never know when Jamie will run. And it excites him and scares him and excites him in equal measure.



There's something borderline suicidal about the way Jamie rides him, like he almost wishes he could stab himself through.



And it's so good and it hurts just a little and Channing thinks he could come just from this and his hands move up to caress those ribs and chest and Jamie's skin is smooth and rough and hot all at once and loves it he loves it and then something shifts.



Jamie's got him by the hair, looking straight at him, twisting his neck in a slightly awkward angle and Channing is hit by an odd deja vu from their days on the set. And Jamie looks at him, eyes burning.



"Do. Not. Touch. Me"

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