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dethoratsPrompt: Shower
Pairing: Nathan solo, mentions of others
They’re somewhere in the U.S. Middle of the damn country at a baseball stadium in a state that’s probably Kansas or Minnesota or Iowa or something, except that he’s pretty sure Iowa doesn’t have a team. Anyway, they get to use the players’ locker rooms as their dressing rooms and staging area and, with the visiting team’s space too, they opt to split up after the set. More space that way and less time waiting for the showers. Because it’s perfectly fine to hot tub naked with band mates but there’s something pretty gay about showering with them when it would be easy to take turns.
Toki and Skwisgaar will shower together anyway, something about it being common in Euorpe, but it’s mainly because Skwisgaar has three generations of chubby farmwives waiting and Toki has to get a piece of the Swede before he disappears for the evening. Murderface is with them, because Nathan likes LONG showers, and the bassist is taking Toki hunting in the morning and wants to make sure the rhythm guitarist doesn’t forget. That leaves Pickles with Nathan in the other locker room, the drummer even more relaxed than usual. Soemthing about playing the old circuit or maybe it’s just that here he’s the only one without an accent, and Nathan leaves him eagerly collecting bottles from the open bar that’s been set up for them in front of the lockers and humming an old Snakes ‘n’ Barrels song under his breath.
White tile and wooden benches and multiple showerheads meet him as he dumps a towel in a corner and carries shampoo over to one faucet. The water comes out strong and hot and he lets it fall on his face for a while, soaks it up until the noise of it recedes and he can hear Pickles openly singing out in the other room. Staring at the wet tiles, it reminds Nathan suddenly of St. Petersburg and his cock fills at the memory, demands his attention.
One palm on the wall – he needs to touch up his nails with a Sharpie – and the other around his dick, Nathan lets his head fall and he closes his eyes. It’s still vivid in his mind, the one time he let himself be fucked by another man, and for once he doesn’t feel guilty as he relives it, doesn’t need to be quick and silent and fumbling for a tissue in the dark. He still doesn’t know if it was Pickles’ confidence or something else but, like every other time, remembering words whispered into his ear with a tickle of beard against the lobe and recalling just how solid and steady every thrust he’d taken had been does the trick. Nathan stands under the spray for a little while longer, thinks about the mountain of booze and a now-whistling voice. There’s enough, he thinks, to get him to the point of being able to claim drunkenness and Pickles doesn’t have any plans for the night or tomorrow…
And two One Piece drabbles:
Title: Adaptation
Rating: G
Pairing: Vague Shanks/Ben
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Hugs
For the many complications of his recent loss, it’s the one that bothers Shanks the most. A hug means surrounding, means wrapping completely, means encircling and enclosing and enveloping. But his ability has been halved. At best he can offer a friendly squeeze, a snug, but nothing as encompassing as a hug. None of his men are skinny enough, or maybe his arm just isn’t long enough, for him to get his lone arm completely around their shoulders or waists. And even though they’re men and pirates, souls out at sea need comfort and affection sometimes. It’s a lesson he learned from the best, the Pirate King himself, and to be unable to provide captainly hugs really gets to him. It’s Ben, like usual, who provides the answer to his problem.
“What you need,” he says one day when Shanks plops down next to him and mopes aloud about the issue, “is a thinner part to hug. Something still substantial enough to count but not so wide you can’t get completely around it.”
It’s simple and brilliant and Shanks immediately pounces and hugs Ben’s thigh while his first mate laughs and flushes faintly under his tan and suggests maybe someplace easier to reach.
“Like what?” Shanks asks and Ben stands up but leans lower ever so slightly.
“Like a neck,” he says and catches Shanks up in a warm hug, which the captain returns, exuberantly wrapping his arm around Ben’s neck until the older man wheezes out a laugh and sets him down.
“Perhaps with a bit less enthusiasm,” Ben remarks once he’s caught his breath, “but I think you’ve got the idea.”
And Shanks does. It’s still not the same but the close feeling is back and his arm and what’s left of one don’t feel empty any more.
Title: The Difference
Rating: G
Pairing: Faint Robin/Zoro
Word Count: 281
Prompt: Hugs
He’s used to the impossibly tight and squeezing clutches, the ones brought on by panic and fear. Usopp favors clinging to his thigh, cowering behind him and threatening his balance with all the trembles that run through the sniper’s body and pass into his. Chopper prefers to clamp onto his head, often with the unfortunate tendency to cover up the front of his face and block any oncoming danger from his view. Nami, much less often, has used him as a human shield/teddy bear too but at least she’s smart enough to grab his right arm. That way his vision, his balance, and his primary hand remain free.
Luffy favors tight grips too, catching him up for rocketing jumps and leaps and pouncing whenever he’s bored. The shitty chef, for all of his talk about his precious hands, has no hesitation yanking on his shirt or grappling with him as they fight and almost inevitably end up wrestling on the floor. He’s used to rough embraces, to being held in ways that have absolutely nothing to do with affection.
It’s a shock, then, when one afternoon as he’s settling in for a nap two arms grow out of Merry’s railing and reach around his chest and gently squeeze for a few long seconds before they disappear. He looks wildly around for Robin but doesn’t see her and it’s too nice to bother getting up anyway. She catches him again in the corridor after dinner, with her given arms this time, and she laughs at him and tells him she’s not made of glass. Zoro hugs her carefully anyway, because he can and because he knows she too can tell the difference.
Pairing: Nathan solo, mentions of others
They’re somewhere in the U.S. Middle of the damn country at a baseball stadium in a state that’s probably Kansas or Minnesota or Iowa or something, except that he’s pretty sure Iowa doesn’t have a team. Anyway, they get to use the players’ locker rooms as their dressing rooms and staging area and, with the visiting team’s space too, they opt to split up after the set. More space that way and less time waiting for the showers. Because it’s perfectly fine to hot tub naked with band mates but there’s something pretty gay about showering with them when it would be easy to take turns.
Toki and Skwisgaar will shower together anyway, something about it being common in Euorpe, but it’s mainly because Skwisgaar has three generations of chubby farmwives waiting and Toki has to get a piece of the Swede before he disappears for the evening. Murderface is with them, because Nathan likes LONG showers, and the bassist is taking Toki hunting in the morning and wants to make sure the rhythm guitarist doesn’t forget. That leaves Pickles with Nathan in the other locker room, the drummer even more relaxed than usual. Soemthing about playing the old circuit or maybe it’s just that here he’s the only one without an accent, and Nathan leaves him eagerly collecting bottles from the open bar that’s been set up for them in front of the lockers and humming an old Snakes ‘n’ Barrels song under his breath.
White tile and wooden benches and multiple showerheads meet him as he dumps a towel in a corner and carries shampoo over to one faucet. The water comes out strong and hot and he lets it fall on his face for a while, soaks it up until the noise of it recedes and he can hear Pickles openly singing out in the other room. Staring at the wet tiles, it reminds Nathan suddenly of St. Petersburg and his cock fills at the memory, demands his attention.
One palm on the wall – he needs to touch up his nails with a Sharpie – and the other around his dick, Nathan lets his head fall and he closes his eyes. It’s still vivid in his mind, the one time he let himself be fucked by another man, and for once he doesn’t feel guilty as he relives it, doesn’t need to be quick and silent and fumbling for a tissue in the dark. He still doesn’t know if it was Pickles’ confidence or something else but, like every other time, remembering words whispered into his ear with a tickle of beard against the lobe and recalling just how solid and steady every thrust he’d taken had been does the trick. Nathan stands under the spray for a little while longer, thinks about the mountain of booze and a now-whistling voice. There’s enough, he thinks, to get him to the point of being able to claim drunkenness and Pickles doesn’t have any plans for the night or tomorrow…
And two One Piece drabbles:
Title: Adaptation
Rating: G
Pairing: Vague Shanks/Ben
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Hugs
For the many complications of his recent loss, it’s the one that bothers Shanks the most. A hug means surrounding, means wrapping completely, means encircling and enclosing and enveloping. But his ability has been halved. At best he can offer a friendly squeeze, a snug, but nothing as encompassing as a hug. None of his men are skinny enough, or maybe his arm just isn’t long enough, for him to get his lone arm completely around their shoulders or waists. And even though they’re men and pirates, souls out at sea need comfort and affection sometimes. It’s a lesson he learned from the best, the Pirate King himself, and to be unable to provide captainly hugs really gets to him. It’s Ben, like usual, who provides the answer to his problem.
“What you need,” he says one day when Shanks plops down next to him and mopes aloud about the issue, “is a thinner part to hug. Something still substantial enough to count but not so wide you can’t get completely around it.”
It’s simple and brilliant and Shanks immediately pounces and hugs Ben’s thigh while his first mate laughs and flushes faintly under his tan and suggests maybe someplace easier to reach.
“Like what?” Shanks asks and Ben stands up but leans lower ever so slightly.
“Like a neck,” he says and catches Shanks up in a warm hug, which the captain returns, exuberantly wrapping his arm around Ben’s neck until the older man wheezes out a laugh and sets him down.
“Perhaps with a bit less enthusiasm,” Ben remarks once he’s caught his breath, “but I think you’ve got the idea.”
And Shanks does. It’s still not the same but the close feeling is back and his arm and what’s left of one don’t feel empty any more.
Title: The Difference
Rating: G
Pairing: Faint Robin/Zoro
Word Count: 281
Prompt: Hugs
He’s used to the impossibly tight and squeezing clutches, the ones brought on by panic and fear. Usopp favors clinging to his thigh, cowering behind him and threatening his balance with all the trembles that run through the sniper’s body and pass into his. Chopper prefers to clamp onto his head, often with the unfortunate tendency to cover up the front of his face and block any oncoming danger from his view. Nami, much less often, has used him as a human shield/teddy bear too but at least she’s smart enough to grab his right arm. That way his vision, his balance, and his primary hand remain free.
Luffy favors tight grips too, catching him up for rocketing jumps and leaps and pouncing whenever he’s bored. The shitty chef, for all of his talk about his precious hands, has no hesitation yanking on his shirt or grappling with him as they fight and almost inevitably end up wrestling on the floor. He’s used to rough embraces, to being held in ways that have absolutely nothing to do with affection.
It’s a shock, then, when one afternoon as he’s settling in for a nap two arms grow out of Merry’s railing and reach around his chest and gently squeeze for a few long seconds before they disappear. He looks wildly around for Robin but doesn’t see her and it’s too nice to bother getting up anyway. She catches him again in the corridor after dinner, with her given arms this time, and she laughs at him and tells him she’s not made of glass. Zoro hugs her carefully anyway, because he can and because he knows she too can tell the difference.
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Date: 2009-01-26 06:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-30 10:38 am (UTC)I know that feeling. I am glad you enjoyed it!
Zoro/Robin!
Date: 2009-01-26 08:25 pm (UTC)Re: Zoro/Robin!
Date: 2009-01-30 10:39 am (UTC)