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15_minute_ficWelcome to 2008! I hope everyone had a fantastic festive season and celebrated the new year in style.
Here is your first word for 2008.
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Today's word is: blatant
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Here is your first word for 2008.
Don't look at the word until you are ready to write. When your fifteen minutes are up and you have completed your ficlet, you may either post it as a response here, or post a link to the ficlet in your own journal. If posting on your own journal, please hide the prompt word in some way (ie. under an LJ-cut) in order to avoid spoiling it for others.
Today's word is: blatant
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on 2008-01-07 04:20 am (UTC)Fandom: Fall Out Boy/The Academy Is...
Characters: William Beckett/Patrick Stump
Rating:R
Word Count:220
There was no denying the feeling.
Patrick could feel the sweat beading up on his forehead and his hands were shaking slightly. William was putting his hands on Patrick's hips, pulling him in closer. He was much taller but their bodies fit together perfectly.
Patrick was thinking about Pete and how he would feel if he knew that William Beckett was kissing his neck and letting his hands go where ever they pleased. He also was thinking about what Pete didn't have. He wasn't this small and this, well, pretty. He wasn't famous for his hips and he hadn't been able to get Travis McCoy into bed. If Pete Wentz was the King of Emo Boys, then William Beckett was the emo God.
There was no pretense, no words. Just William taking off his shirt and then dropping to his knees to take off Patrick's pants. It was all hard breathing and semi-darkness, it was the feel of soft skin making contact, finally it was a warm feeling of hot breath and soft lips that made Patrick wish he was sitting down. It was soft sighs at first and then a gasp. Even with his eyes closed, Patrick was seeing stars.
William stood up, never bothering to wipe his mouth. Soft, sweet kisses on Patrick's slightly parted lips would suffice.