RPF: Slash Fanfiction 101 -- Lesson 4
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michaelxmahoneTitle: Slash Fanfic 101 - Lesson 4
Author: Me
Pairing: Wentworth/William; Michael/Mahone
Rating: Let's just say M.
Word Count: 1363
A/N: A quick thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pamalax for kicking my ass into gear helping me by suggesting a way to get Went/Bill more comfortable about getting it on. You rock! And feel free to pressure me help me out anytime, because seriously, what you said broke up my writer's block :)
Lesson 1
Lesson 2
Lesson 3
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For a moment, neither man moved, but Wentworth’s mouth felt like it was full of sand. He leaned over, not taking his eyes off Bill‘s, and took two beers off the table. He opened them both, then handed one to his friend. Bill grabbed it and, in about ten seconds, drained half of it.
“So,” Wentworth prodded carefully, “what did you think? Of the stories, I mean?”
“I don’t … I mean … I can’t,” Bill sighed in frustration. “I guess I’m just confused. Alex and Michael? Together. As a couple?”
“Sure,” he shrugged. “Honestly, I’ve never really consciously thought about them in that way, but all you have to do is read through our scripts to understand why others might get that idea. Even if it’s never actually been written that way.”
“Huh?”
“Think about it. Like in Manhunt. Do you remember the notes for that scene when Alex was in Michael‘s apartment for the first time? Or when Alex figured out that the escapees would be going to the cemetery?”
“Sort of,” Bill turned his body so he was facing Wentworth and placed his arm across the back of the couch. “But it was a long time ago, you know?”
“Yes, it was, but there was always one *specific* thing that always stood out to me in those scripts …”
“Intensity. There had to be this raw, unspoken intensity between Alex and Michael.”
“Even when they were apart, that connection *had* to be there,” Wentworth closed his eyes for a moment. “Did you know in that scene from Unearthed, the one with the phone call between them, the director pulled me to the side and told me to talk to you as if I were talking to my lover,” his eyes opened and met Bill’s.
“And I was supposed to react like I was talking to my lover,” Bill’s voice cracked. He paused and cleared his throat. “During Good Fences, in Michael’s new cell, they told me that I should get close enough to you that, if Alex wanted, he could have kissed Michael. That when I leaned in, I should make my hair brush your chin, just like it would if Alex were having sex with Michael. They wanted it to be … almost erotic. I remember them using that exact word to describe it.”
“Sounds to me like the writers of our show might be reading these stories,” he tapped the monitor. “It seems as if they are injecting a little bit of Alex and Michael slash into the mix.”
“Some Alex and Michael what?”
“Slash,” Wentworth explained. “It’s the word that internet people use to define same-sex pairings in fan fiction,” he finished with a smile. Bill stared at him for a second, then burst out laughing. “What?”
“You are such an internet geek, Went!”
“I’m not. Really. I just kept seeing the word ‘slash’ and sort of figured it out. I googled it just to be sure I was right.”
“Well,” Bill continued laughing, “that’s very … Michael of you.”
Wentworth felt himself getting a little irritated with his friend and he knew exactly which button to push to get the man to stop laughing. Reaching out, he stole Bill’s beer and placed it, along with his own, on the table. He narrowed his eyes and made sure the man was paying attention. Then he dropped his gaze to Bill’s crotch and smirked.
“So, what did you think of the stories, Bill? Did you enjoy them?” Wentworth slowly brought his eyes back up and leveled his gaze at Bill. “Oh, wait. I can *see* that you enjoyed them,” he paused and allowed what he’d said to register. “I’d say just about as much as Alex enjoyed pinning Michael to that cell wall. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“I didn’t realize that you’d been paying that much attention during those shoots.”
“I was.”
“Hey Went?” Bill said, challenge apparent in his tone. He cocked his head to the side, the corner of his mouth curling upward in a smirk that matched Wentworth‘s. “I seem to remember someone else enjoying the multiple takes of that scene.”
Wentworth hesitated for only a moment, then he threw himself at Bill. Their lips connected with such force, that Bill’s head snapped back against the sofa. As he climbed on top to straddle the man, Wentworth felt his friend’s body go completely rigid. Ignoring it, he slid his hands up into Bill’s hair and held their mouths together. He didn’t wait for a response before pushing his tongue between Bill’s lips.
The man did not resist for long. One minute, Bill was stiff with tension; the next, his hands were twisting into Wentworth’s t-shirt and he was jerking it up over his head. Then, his hands were at Wentworth’s waist. Bill turned quickly, throwing him to his back and climbing on top of him. He removed his own t-shirt and tossed it to the side. It landed on the table, knocking several bottles over. An open one fell to the floor. Beer splashed everywhere.
“Shit!” Bill shouted and started to get off of Wentworth. “I’m sorry, Went.”
“Leave it,” Wentworth hissed, grabbing him and pulling him back down,” I don’t care.”
Their lips met again. This time, the kiss was rushed; sloppy. Mouth to mouth instead of lip to lip. Impatient. Too much saliva. They broke apart, panting, then tried again. With the same result. Their hands moved over each other’s naked skin. It was awkward. Clumsy. Fumbling.
Inexperience and nerves quickly becoming frustrating obstacles.
Wentworth finally had to pull back when their teeth connected. White spots appeared behind his eyes and pain shot through his entire jaw.
“Fuck,” Bill said then laughed. He sat back on his calves and rubbed the heel of his hand against his jaw line. There was a small spot of blood on his lower lip. His tongue slipped out and swept it away. “You’d think we’ve never done this before.”
“To be fair,” Wentworth reached out with both hands and ran his fingertips over Bill’s muscled stomach. Goosebumps rose beneath his touch. “I’ve never done this with another man before.”
“Me neither.”
“And it’s been a while since I’ve done anything with anyone. I can’t even remember the last time I had a girlfriend. Add that onto all the gay talk …”
“Yeah. And obviously, given my …” Bill trailed off, then glanced down at his left hand. He turned the gold band around with his fingers.
“Could that possibly be our problem?” Wentworth mused out loud as he traced Bill‘s ribs.
“What?”
“My ’questionable’ sexuality and your not-so-questionable marriage?”
“Mmmmm,” Bill said thoughtfully, “maybe.” He slid his hands over Wentworth’s and wove their fingers together. “All I know is that if I leave here without …” he paused, bent forward and brushed a feather-soft kiss across Wentworth’s lips, “… I will regret it.”
Wentworth closed his eyes and sighed.
“Any suggestions on how we can,” he rolled his hips into Bill, “do something about that? I'd hate for you to have any regrets ...”
“Well,” Bill groaned against Wentworth’s throat, “there is one thing …”
“Are you going to share with the class Mr. Fichtner, or keep the secret all to yourself?”
“Oh, I’ll share,” he whispered, punctuating his words by rubbing his ass against Wentworth’s groin. “Michael and Alex should have sex.”
Wentworth’s eyes flew open. He pushed Bill back slightly then propped himself up on his elbows. One eyebrow popped up in question.
“Are you suggesting a little role playing, Bill?”
“Yes, because maybe,” Bill leaned over and placed his hands on Wentworth’s shoulders. He forced him back down, “if we let Alex and Michael take over,” he flicked his tongue across Wentworth’s bottom lip, “we won’t feel so guilty about it.”
“That’s an interesting idea, Bill.” Wentworth grabbed him around his hips, holding him in place, then arched his hips, slamming his rock hard cock against his friend’s ass. “So, Alex …” he drew out the name slowly, coyly “now that you have me here,” Wentworth slipped into Michael’s character so easily that it almost scared him, “what are you planning to do with me?”
~TBC in Lesson 5~
A/N: Please don't kill me for doing another cliffhanger. I promise there will be smut in Lesson 5.
Author: Me
Pairing: Wentworth/William; Michael/Mahone
Rating: Let's just say M.
Word Count: 1363
A/N: A quick thanks to
pamalax for Lesson 1
Lesson 2
Lesson 3
* * * * * * * * * *
For a moment, neither man moved, but Wentworth’s mouth felt like it was full of sand. He leaned over, not taking his eyes off Bill‘s, and took two beers off the table. He opened them both, then handed one to his friend. Bill grabbed it and, in about ten seconds, drained half of it.
“So,” Wentworth prodded carefully, “what did you think? Of the stories, I mean?”
“I don’t … I mean … I can’t,” Bill sighed in frustration. “I guess I’m just confused. Alex and Michael? Together. As a couple?”
“Sure,” he shrugged. “Honestly, I’ve never really consciously thought about them in that way, but all you have to do is read through our scripts to understand why others might get that idea. Even if it’s never actually been written that way.”
“Huh?”
“Think about it. Like in Manhunt. Do you remember the notes for that scene when Alex was in Michael‘s apartment for the first time? Or when Alex figured out that the escapees would be going to the cemetery?”
“Sort of,” Bill turned his body so he was facing Wentworth and placed his arm across the back of the couch. “But it was a long time ago, you know?”
“Yes, it was, but there was always one *specific* thing that always stood out to me in those scripts …”
“Intensity. There had to be this raw, unspoken intensity between Alex and Michael.”
“Even when they were apart, that connection *had* to be there,” Wentworth closed his eyes for a moment. “Did you know in that scene from Unearthed, the one with the phone call between them, the director pulled me to the side and told me to talk to you as if I were talking to my lover,” his eyes opened and met Bill’s.
“And I was supposed to react like I was talking to my lover,” Bill’s voice cracked. He paused and cleared his throat. “During Good Fences, in Michael’s new cell, they told me that I should get close enough to you that, if Alex wanted, he could have kissed Michael. That when I leaned in, I should make my hair brush your chin, just like it would if Alex were having sex with Michael. They wanted it to be … almost erotic. I remember them using that exact word to describe it.”
“Sounds to me like the writers of our show might be reading these stories,” he tapped the monitor. “It seems as if they are injecting a little bit of Alex and Michael slash into the mix.”
“Some Alex and Michael what?”
“Slash,” Wentworth explained. “It’s the word that internet people use to define same-sex pairings in fan fiction,” he finished with a smile. Bill stared at him for a second, then burst out laughing. “What?”
“You are such an internet geek, Went!”
“I’m not. Really. I just kept seeing the word ‘slash’ and sort of figured it out. I googled it just to be sure I was right.”
“Well,” Bill continued laughing, “that’s very … Michael of you.”
Wentworth felt himself getting a little irritated with his friend and he knew exactly which button to push to get the man to stop laughing. Reaching out, he stole Bill’s beer and placed it, along with his own, on the table. He narrowed his eyes and made sure the man was paying attention. Then he dropped his gaze to Bill’s crotch and smirked.
“So, what did you think of the stories, Bill? Did you enjoy them?” Wentworth slowly brought his eyes back up and leveled his gaze at Bill. “Oh, wait. I can *see* that you enjoyed them,” he paused and allowed what he’d said to register. “I’d say just about as much as Alex enjoyed pinning Michael to that cell wall. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“I didn’t realize that you’d been paying that much attention during those shoots.”
“I was.”
“Hey Went?” Bill said, challenge apparent in his tone. He cocked his head to the side, the corner of his mouth curling upward in a smirk that matched Wentworth‘s. “I seem to remember someone else enjoying the multiple takes of that scene.”
Wentworth hesitated for only a moment, then he threw himself at Bill. Their lips connected with such force, that Bill’s head snapped back against the sofa. As he climbed on top to straddle the man, Wentworth felt his friend’s body go completely rigid. Ignoring it, he slid his hands up into Bill’s hair and held their mouths together. He didn’t wait for a response before pushing his tongue between Bill’s lips.
The man did not resist for long. One minute, Bill was stiff with tension; the next, his hands were twisting into Wentworth’s t-shirt and he was jerking it up over his head. Then, his hands were at Wentworth’s waist. Bill turned quickly, throwing him to his back and climbing on top of him. He removed his own t-shirt and tossed it to the side. It landed on the table, knocking several bottles over. An open one fell to the floor. Beer splashed everywhere.
“Shit!” Bill shouted and started to get off of Wentworth. “I’m sorry, Went.”
“Leave it,” Wentworth hissed, grabbing him and pulling him back down,” I don’t care.”
Their lips met again. This time, the kiss was rushed; sloppy. Mouth to mouth instead of lip to lip. Impatient. Too much saliva. They broke apart, panting, then tried again. With the same result. Their hands moved over each other’s naked skin. It was awkward. Clumsy. Fumbling.
Inexperience and nerves quickly becoming frustrating obstacles.
Wentworth finally had to pull back when their teeth connected. White spots appeared behind his eyes and pain shot through his entire jaw.
“Fuck,” Bill said then laughed. He sat back on his calves and rubbed the heel of his hand against his jaw line. There was a small spot of blood on his lower lip. His tongue slipped out and swept it away. “You’d think we’ve never done this before.”
“To be fair,” Wentworth reached out with both hands and ran his fingertips over Bill’s muscled stomach. Goosebumps rose beneath his touch. “I’ve never done this with another man before.”
“Me neither.”
“And it’s been a while since I’ve done anything with anyone. I can’t even remember the last time I had a girlfriend. Add that onto all the gay talk …”
“Yeah. And obviously, given my …” Bill trailed off, then glanced down at his left hand. He turned the gold band around with his fingers.
“Could that possibly be our problem?” Wentworth mused out loud as he traced Bill‘s ribs.
“What?”
“My ’questionable’ sexuality and your not-so-questionable marriage?”
“Mmmmm,” Bill said thoughtfully, “maybe.” He slid his hands over Wentworth’s and wove their fingers together. “All I know is that if I leave here without …” he paused, bent forward and brushed a feather-soft kiss across Wentworth’s lips, “… I will regret it.”
Wentworth closed his eyes and sighed.
“Any suggestions on how we can,” he rolled his hips into Bill, “do something about that? I'd hate for you to have any regrets ...”
“Well,” Bill groaned against Wentworth’s throat, “there is one thing …”
“Are you going to share with the class Mr. Fichtner, or keep the secret all to yourself?”
“Oh, I’ll share,” he whispered, punctuating his words by rubbing his ass against Wentworth’s groin. “Michael and Alex should have sex.”
Wentworth’s eyes flew open. He pushed Bill back slightly then propped himself up on his elbows. One eyebrow popped up in question.
“Are you suggesting a little role playing, Bill?”
“Yes, because maybe,” Bill leaned over and placed his hands on Wentworth’s shoulders. He forced him back down, “if we let Alex and Michael take over,” he flicked his tongue across Wentworth’s bottom lip, “we won’t feel so guilty about it.”
“That’s an interesting idea, Bill.” Wentworth grabbed him around his hips, holding him in place, then arched his hips, slamming his rock hard cock against his friend’s ass. “So, Alex …” he drew out the name slowly, coyly “now that you have me here,” Wentworth slipped into Michael’s character so easily that it almost scared him, “what are you planning to do with me?”
~TBC in Lesson 5~
A/N: Please don't kill me for doing another cliffhanger. I promise there will be smut in Lesson 5.
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Date: 2008-01-24 09:40 pm (UTC)