[identity profile] melagan.livejournal.com
Title: My Valentine
Rating: PG
Word count: 268
Summary: They each get a special Valentine

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[identity profile] melagan.livejournal.com
Title:Something of and Bird Nests & Bearskins
Word Count:1800
Beta:[livejournal.com profile] mischief5
Summary: Vincent plans the perfect vacation getaway. Things don't go quite as expected.
Written as a Christmas gift for [livejournal.com profile] neevebrody as posted with her permission.

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[identity profile] melagan.livejournal.com
This week it's everyday things. Simple, ordinary things.

word count: 400

Things like a lottery ticket )
[identity profile] melagan.livejournal.com
Title: Wooing in Style
Author:[livejournal.com profile] melagan
Word count: 429
Rating: nc-17 (for language-shame on me)
Beta=[livejournal.com profile] mischief5 mistakes=mine

Wooing in Style )
[identity profile] melagan.livejournal.com
Just had to get one more smooch in before Steamy Sunday

Title: Vacationland
Rating: PG
Word count: 235

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[identity profile] melagan.livejournal.com
Author: [livejournal.com profile] melagan
Rating: R (for language)
Word Count:214

Vincent stared down at his hands and tried to steady his breathing. He needed to get back some of his control. Brendan was waiting for him in the living room and probably wondering why Vincent had jumped up and bolted for the kitchen.

Oh, fuck. Vincent’s head thunked against the kitchen cabinet. He was ready for sex with Bren, more than ready. Just thinking about Brendan’s mouth made his cock sit up and take notice. He knew he wasn’t misreading the signals. Brendan wanted this too. Except – Vincent brought his hand up to his chest, protecting its invisible treasure – this was suddenly more than a romp with a casual lover.

Brendan had completely disarmed him when he’d taken Vince’s hand and pressed a warm kiss into the center of it. This wasn’t the gesture of a man looking for a one-night stand. This was so much more than a hard fuck and a morning-after fumble for shoes with an “I’ll call you” promise left in the dust.

He could run or he could take a chance on his heart. He thought about Brendan Dean’s clear green eyes and his courage in laying it all out there, his expression so open, it almost hurt to see.

Vince grinned. He’d always had a thing for bravery.
[identity profile] melagan.livejournal.com
Just a little something that Steamy Sunday's discussion had me thinking about.

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[identity profile] melagan.livejournal.com
He was doing it again, coming up behind him until Brendan could feel Vincent’s breath on the back of his neck. He’d stand there until Brendan was almost twitchy with anticipation. Bren could feel the heat radiate from Vincent’s body, close enough to touch but not touching. It was a tease and a temptation and anybody’s guess who would break first.

Sometimes it was Vince, caressing Bren’s nape with slow warm kisses as he leaned into him. Sometimes Brendan broke first, completely unable to stop himself from turning and pulling Vince into a hot, eager kiss.

It wasn’t a game, not really. It was need and desire. It was coming together after too many hours in the day apart. Maybe some day they’d get to the L word or maybe not. For now, they were speaking the same language and saying all they needed to say.


Ah, the language of love, Brendan and Vincent style. I’m curious of course, how many different ways might they express this feeling they have for each other? I’m thinking, talking about it is a little low on the list.
[identity profile] melagan.livejournal.com
There are just some things I like about this pairing that don't exactly fall into your typical kink category. I'm hoping that this ficlet will inspire you to share some of your thoughts on that.

Word Count:524
Summary:It's good to have a man around.
Thanks go out to [livejournal.com profile] mischief5 for taking a little of her vacation time to look this over.

Manly Things )
[identity profile] melagan.livejournal.com
title: Elemental
author: [livejournal.com profile] melagan
rating: PG
word count: 500
flashfic challenge prompt: Storm

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Suit and tie. Not his style, not at all. Brendan is the suit guy and damn if he doesn’t wear it well. He’s more of a jeans and t-shirt fellow. Barefoot too, when he can get away with it.

But he’d promised Brendan he’d dress up for the occasion, after all it’s not everyday one’s significant other is being awarded a medal for heroism.

Vince adjusted his tie and checked out his reflection in the mirror. The black cloth stretched across his shoulders, tailored to perfection. Funny how all dressed up he looks even more like Brendan. They’ll make a striking couple when they walk into the dining hall together.

Vincent turned to check out the fit of his trousers across his ass. Not quite as spectacular as Bren’s, but he doesn’t think he’ll be getting any complaints tonight.

He just wonders how long it will take Brendan to figure out he isn’t wearing any underwear.


Oh those little surprises we find in reflections.

All kinds.

Found in a mirror, or his eyes. Reflections on a past, the future, or each other.

In honor [livejournal.com profile] cookiemom6067 for giving us of the Man in the Mirror podfic. We're tossing this Saturday open to, you guessed it - reflections.
[identity profile] melagan.livejournal.com
He's never sure how it happens. One minute all is cool and going to plan and the next thing you know Brendan does some innocent little thing that completely derails him.

Tonight Brendan got home before him and started cooking dinner. It's a standard plan. Whoever gets home first, cooks. Vincent tries to get home early if at all possible. He likes to cook and Brendan, well to say he's not a chef would be kind, at least the scrabbled egg, hotdog, and canned pineapple combo had been interesting.

This time it has nothing to do with food. Brendan is stirring some damn thing on the stove, still in his suitcoat and tie. The only concessions to relaxation Bren's made is a slightly loosened knot in his tie and his naked feet.

Vincent has to sit, staring as Bren moves around the kitchen innocently flashing bare ankles at him. Ankles that Vincent knows exactly how they taste from the kisses he's lavished on them. He knows how warm they are rubbing up against his calf when they're in bed, and Vincent's intimately aware of how they look in heels.

Vince doesn't really care what Brendan cooks right now, just as long as it's fast. He'll help. Least he can do is pour some wine and he will... just as soon as he can stand.
[identity profile] melagan.livejournal.com
You didn't think I would leave these two and a bowl of frosting in the same room and not do something with it did you? *g*

This goes along with the previous post

Frosted )
[identity profile] melagan.livejournal.com
I just found out I have to work tomorrow, without computer access *gasp*

It’s my turn around. And I’ve gotten all domestic. Sort of.
So - here's my early contribution to Sinful Saturday.
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[identity profile] melagan.livejournal.com
Something a little different for today. [livejournal.com profile] neevebrody says she's game and I'm up for it so--

Comment to this post with a prompt for our lovely boys. Give [livejournal.com profile] neevebrody and I a couple of
words or three and we gals will try to see what we can come up with for a drabblet to fulfill your wishes.

And should a prompt entice you to write, by all means jump on in!


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