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wl_fanfiction2007-09-22 11:50 pm
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Ficlet: Unease, straight from the tap
Ownership
By: PD
Edited by: Glyph
Rating: R for disturbing as all get out
Pairing: Col/ Jeff
Disclaimer: I wouldn’t be doing this if I owned them
Summary: Jeff is too pretty for anyone else to have
Colin hummed lightly under his breath, a nonsensical tune he’d heard from god knows where, as he chopped the vegetables and tossed them into the stew.
He had a guest over for dinner, and only the best could be served to the boy. Colin chuckled placidly. Boy. It was amazing he still thought of Jeff as a boy, after all they’d shared. The fiery kisses, the passionate screams to heaven late at night. What had they not shared? Colin rolled his eyes, adding beef bouillon cubes to the stew for a stronger flavor before he added strips of meat. Anything to thicken the sauce.
He remembered the first time he’d met Jeff. It was on set, and he wasn’t even scheduled to play with them, yet he’d sat with the guys offstage, messed around and joked. Then his dark hazel eyes, things of beauty, jewels really, met Colin’s from across the room and everything slipped away into silence.
They had wasted no time, swapping a somewhat violent handjob in the bathroom, and Colin honestly thought that was it. Jeff had just wanted to make sure he had friends, after all he’d pretty much fucked everyone drunk one time or no, but he kept coming back to Colin. For a while Colin thought the boy was teasing. Then he realized he fascinated the poor lad the way a photograph of plane wreckage will draw a persons eye before a pretty landscape, their mind desperately trying to protect them while their eyes flew blindly forward, trying to figure it out.
Colin supposed that’s what made him curious about Jeff, past the initial lust. Watching him interact, follow Colin around like a lovesick puppy, adoring him openly, even sneaking kisses during taping. But it didn’t last. Colin was too slow and Greg finally took his place in Jeff’s eyes. Colin’s eyes blazed red every time he thought of Greg touching his Jeff.
Soon, Colin began to want to have Jeff past the simplicity of lovers. Colin wanted to own him.
Colin sighed, jumping as his finger hit the edge of the burner with a curse. He shook himself, giving himself a mental slap. “Stop thinking about such things Mochrie,” Colin said heavily, “he’s with you now after all.” He smiled happily, shutting off the burner and sniffing the warm stew.
Ladling some into a bowl, he quickly fanned it with an oven mitt before heading down, unlocking the door. He could never remember why Jeff wanted to eat down here. Soft, muffled whimpers caressed his ears, making him smile again.
He turned on the dim light to see Jeff huddling on the edge of his bed, clinking the black iron cuffs bolted to the floor, face stained with tears, voice raw from screaming and crying. Colin set the bowl down on the cold concrete floor and reached out, caressing his cheek lovingly.
Jeff cried out, tears coursing down pale cheeks, voice cracking with fresh despair even as he leaned into that touch.
He always did.
He was Colin’s , after all.
By: PD
Edited by: Glyph
Rating: R for disturbing as all get out
Pairing: Col/ Jeff
Disclaimer: I wouldn’t be doing this if I owned them
Summary: Jeff is too pretty for anyone else to have
Colin hummed lightly under his breath, a nonsensical tune he’d heard from god knows where, as he chopped the vegetables and tossed them into the stew.
He had a guest over for dinner, and only the best could be served to the boy. Colin chuckled placidly. Boy. It was amazing he still thought of Jeff as a boy, after all they’d shared. The fiery kisses, the passionate screams to heaven late at night. What had they not shared? Colin rolled his eyes, adding beef bouillon cubes to the stew for a stronger flavor before he added strips of meat. Anything to thicken the sauce.
He remembered the first time he’d met Jeff. It was on set, and he wasn’t even scheduled to play with them, yet he’d sat with the guys offstage, messed around and joked. Then his dark hazel eyes, things of beauty, jewels really, met Colin’s from across the room and everything slipped away into silence.
They had wasted no time, swapping a somewhat violent handjob in the bathroom, and Colin honestly thought that was it. Jeff had just wanted to make sure he had friends, after all he’d pretty much fucked everyone drunk one time or no, but he kept coming back to Colin. For a while Colin thought the boy was teasing. Then he realized he fascinated the poor lad the way a photograph of plane wreckage will draw a persons eye before a pretty landscape, their mind desperately trying to protect them while their eyes flew blindly forward, trying to figure it out.
Colin supposed that’s what made him curious about Jeff, past the initial lust. Watching him interact, follow Colin around like a lovesick puppy, adoring him openly, even sneaking kisses during taping. But it didn’t last. Colin was too slow and Greg finally took his place in Jeff’s eyes. Colin’s eyes blazed red every time he thought of Greg touching his Jeff.
Soon, Colin began to want to have Jeff past the simplicity of lovers. Colin wanted to own him.
Colin sighed, jumping as his finger hit the edge of the burner with a curse. He shook himself, giving himself a mental slap. “Stop thinking about such things Mochrie,” Colin said heavily, “he’s with you now after all.” He smiled happily, shutting off the burner and sniffing the warm stew.
Ladling some into a bowl, he quickly fanned it with an oven mitt before heading down, unlocking the door. He could never remember why Jeff wanted to eat down here. Soft, muffled whimpers caressed his ears, making him smile again.
He turned on the dim light to see Jeff huddling on the edge of his bed, clinking the black iron cuffs bolted to the floor, face stained with tears, voice raw from screaming and crying. Colin set the bowl down on the cold concrete floor and reached out, caressing his cheek lovingly.
Jeff cried out, tears coursing down pale cheeks, voice cracking with fresh despair even as he leaned into that touch.
He always did.
He was Colin’s , after all.
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And the ending, wow *shudders* I don't know why Colin is such a great psychopath, but he really is.
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And Colin, well, I'm fascinated by psycho-Colin. I hope you'll feel like writing more weird-Col fics in the future :)
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Love the fic though
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http://community.livejournal.com/wl_fanfiction/359487.html
It should work, cuz it has in the past, but then I'm a little odd so something bizarre might happen to you at 11.11 tonight
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Thanks, im off to have a read *finds glasses and looks thoughtful*
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"They had wasted no time, swapping a somewhat violent handjob in the bathroom, and Colin honestly thought that was it. Jeff had just wanted to make sure he had friends, after all he’d pretty much fucked everyone drunk one time or no, but he kept coming back to Colin."
Colin as top dog? It works - especially with the 'love me, need me' sex. Poor little puppy letting the older dogs top him.
"Jeff cried out, tears coursing down pale cheeks, voice cracking with fresh despair even as he leaned into that touch.
He always did."
Good boy, such a good boy... Shh... Daddy's here now.
(And yes, I would love to see Colin as a heavy in something.)
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There's our Psychopathic Love Machine
N E ways back to this...I love the jealous side of him too. Greg DID steal him away. I know Colin wanted to tame the wild side of Jeff, but Jeff is overwhelming in his youth.
BRILLIANT WRITING as always dear!! This taps that manic vein just nicely! MANY PROPS and GOLD stars!!! I loved everyone's comments as well!!!
Re: There's our Psychopathic Love Machine
You know me, I'm no good with sorrow and mush is too easy, but I tap psychosis quite well. This is your OTP? What a coinkydink, I was thinking of you while I wrote this. Is that bad? I don't think so, but there you go :)
Squee! Now I have enough Props to do my own game!
Re: There's our Psychopathic Love Machine
It is my OTP...I love Col/Jeff and another prop for writing them!! And I must have given you vibies to do so...no matter how sick and twisted it was...YAY for sick and twisted vibies!!!
*and the next game is called props...* PD and Glyph here are your props...you know the rules...etc etc..and so forth....
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Let's hear it for creepy vibes *yay*
Whoo! Totally own that game. Not really, I'm better at Weird Newscasters
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The whole paragraph that starts with "They had wasted no time..." is absolutely gorgeous. And the end is so perfect. I'm going to reiterate what everyone else has been saying, that Colin makes such a great psychopath.
On a vaguely different note, I believe I'm a fan of your writing, though I don't have much time to read lately. I was wondering if I could add you to the archive?
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He does, doesn't he? I should totally ask him about that.
Really? 0_o Archive away! Coolness, we've been archived!
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Thanks!
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Totally creepy... and I mean that in a good way. Nice!!!
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Ah, but if the stew were Jeff, it would require a milder, fruitier wine than Greg would. Greg would require a full-bodied, sharp, red wine with a slightly biting aftertaste.
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