Well, I didn't end up being able to finish the fic before my Sunday posting day ended, so the entry for the full story won't appear on my LJ for another week (and Jesus, this has turned into the longest smut fic I have ever written...). However, I will offer you here this snippet of the fic (worksafe) for you to enjoy while you wait for me to polish it off (going to sleep on the draft and look it over tomorrow). Then I'll e-mail the full thing to you before I post it anywhere else, so you can enjoy it when you have some time (and no one is looking over your shoulder...). ^_^
Snippet from fic to be titled, Sober:
Kei'd said, "Let's do it again sometime," and when Kanji remembered watching the slim figure wave dismissively at him as he departed, he replayed those words in his mind over and over again. That didn't mean Kei'd had any intention of returning. Why would an adult as attractive as Kei seek out pleasure with a loudmouth high school student? It was ridiculous to think that he'd want to have anything to do with Kanji again, and Kanji knew it. He knew it, but for some reason that knowledge was painful. It was silly to get lost in the memory of a drunken night of sex; he knew that, too.
He was sure this was just some teenage sexual frustration and the feeling would pass with time. Maybe he should find a girlfriend? He knew he liked girls, even if he was comfortable sleeping with men, too. Boys his age were supposed to date, right? It wasn't that he wasn't popular with the girls in his class, either. He just hadn't ever paid them that much mind before. He was always so busy with work or practicing his magic tricks after school and never hung out with anyone. Perhaps all he needed was the attentions of his peers and things would go back to "normal" inside him.
Resolved to accept the next invitation to a group date from his friends, Kanji turned his attention finally towards his apartment door. Immediately he halted, dropping his keys to the floor. Leaning against the wall aside the door, arms crossed with one foot drawn up and resting on the wall, was the object of his thoughts.
Dun dun dun! What will happen next? Stay tuned! ^_^
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Date: 2008-09-01 04:09 am (UTC)Snippet from fic to be titled, Sober:
Kei'd said, "Let's do it again sometime," and when Kanji remembered watching the slim figure wave dismissively at him as he departed, he replayed those words in his mind over and over again. That didn't mean Kei'd had any intention of returning. Why would an adult as attractive as Kei seek out pleasure with a loudmouth high school student? It was ridiculous to think that he'd want to have anything to do with Kanji again, and Kanji knew it. He knew it, but for some reason that knowledge was painful. It was silly to get lost in the memory of a drunken night of sex; he knew that, too.
He was sure this was just some teenage sexual frustration and the feeling would pass with time. Maybe he should find a girlfriend? He knew he liked girls, even if he was comfortable sleeping with men, too. Boys his age were supposed to date, right? It wasn't that he wasn't popular with the girls in his class, either. He just hadn't ever paid them that much mind before. He was always so busy with work or practicing his magic tricks after school and never hung out with anyone. Perhaps all he needed was the attentions of his peers and things would go back to "normal" inside him.
Resolved to accept the next invitation to a group date from his friends, Kanji turned his attention finally towards his apartment door. Immediately he halted, dropping his keys to the floor. Leaning against the wall aside the door, arms crossed with one foot drawn up and resting on the wall, was the object of his thoughts.
Dun dun dun! What will happen next? Stay tuned! ^_^