Brendan & Vincent's Place

Title:Something of and Bird Nests & Bearskins
Rating:nc-17
Word Count:1800
Beta:mischief5
Summary: Vincent plans the perfect vacation getaway. Things don't go quite as expected.
Written as a Christmas gift for neevebrody as posted with her permission.

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Title: Wooing in Style
Author:melagan
Word count: 429
Rating: nc-17 (for language-shame on me)
Beta=mischief5 mistakes=mine


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Author: 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.

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.

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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.

title: Elemental
author: melagan
rating: PG
word count: 500
flashfic challenge prompt: Storm

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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.

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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