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quigonejinnI have just seen Persuasion. I deeply believe that there ought to be Persuasion-fic.
Hornblower was good at it. If Bush had been the kind of man to put a great deal of thought into this sort of thing, he would have known that Hornblower would be good at it in much the same way that he was good at everything that required skill, application. Practice. They were in the alley behind the Long Rooms; the sky was growing light. Footmen were going around inside the Long Rooms, snuffing out the candles. Bush could see their profiles outlined in the windows -- they were across from the Long Rooms, in the truth of it -- a little light coming into the alleyway, a little light on the skyline, behind the buildings. A little noise on the street as a wagon went by, noise close by as a drunken party came out the back way, laughing and talking, and closer by than all of them was Hornblower, who was not on his knees in order to save his trousers, but down there nonetheless, heels against the wall, letting Bush put his fingers into his hair and pull his head back and forth, back and forth.
One of the departing gentleman turned. He looked directly at Bush standing there. He had a metal-topped cane, silver, probably, carried hat under his arm. He was the most sober out of the bunch, and he looked down, too -- there was no way he could have seen Hornblower because they were situated exactly so that there were some empty barrels in the line of sight. Not gender, not identity, nothing. Hornblower was between the wall and Bush; shadow fell over them both, doubly on Hornblower so that his features were blur even to Bush.
He could be seen, though. Bush knew that he could be seen. There was enough light from the Long Rooms on his face, and the man looked at them for a moment, studied Bush with a completely blank, only slightly curious expression. Bush looked back at him, lifted his chin a little. Tightened the hand he had in Hornblower's hair a little and pulled him down hard. Bush bit his lip, groaned anyways in spite of it.
The man lifted his cane, almost in the way of a salute. Went back on his way with his friends, and when they were back at their rooms, much to Bush's surprise, Hornblower did it for him again.
This time, there was light on both of them, and when Hornblower noticed that Bush was looking, he slowed and changed his approach. He lifted his mouth up, put his lips around the head, and made a show of it -- licking Bush with wide swipes of the tongue. Angling his head sometimes before taking it in with the Bush could see the outline of his cock against the inside of Hornblower's cheek at the same time that he could feel it.
It was strangely awkward afterwards, though. Despite the eagerness that Hornblower had started with, the confidence he had shown when continuing, there was a long silence. Hornblower started to get up and rinse his mouth out, then changed his mind when he was halfway to getting up off his knees. Bush touched his cheek, suggested that if they undressed and lay close together, they might both fit on one of those beds. Hornblower looked at him, was clearly fighting with himself, then smiled and nodded, almost embarrassed by the affection between them.
Bush watched Hornblower undress after that, and he thought of Hornblower's hunger. The poverty of the room, the misery of his situation with that dancing master. The thinness of Hornblower's chest even in his uniform, and how Hornblower taken the whist winnings out of his vest pocket and originally set it on the stand by his bed, then took it off there and put it on the dresser, underneath some brushes and out of sight before he came to Bush again.
Hornblower blew out the candle before coming, shy, to bed, and Bush had a terrible, horrible thought.
"Thank you," he said. "I'll never forget that. But I can't accept it. You know that I couldn't."
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quietcontrary writes amazing blowjobfic. And black_hound points out that Hornblower's natural position is on his knees. nolivingman pointed out, a while back, the ahahahah. AHAHAHAHAA. YOU KNOW. THE PLAUSIBILITY OF THIS WHOLE CRACKTASTIC THING. Though I think she was thinking of him having a more female line of customers. :>
Hornblower was good at it. If Bush had been the kind of man to put a great deal of thought into this sort of thing, he would have known that Hornblower would be good at it in much the same way that he was good at everything that required skill, application. Practice. They were in the alley behind the Long Rooms; the sky was growing light. Footmen were going around inside the Long Rooms, snuffing out the candles. Bush could see their profiles outlined in the windows -- they were across from the Long Rooms, in the truth of it -- a little light coming into the alleyway, a little light on the skyline, behind the buildings. A little noise on the street as a wagon went by, noise close by as a drunken party came out the back way, laughing and talking, and closer by than all of them was Hornblower, who was not on his knees in order to save his trousers, but down there nonetheless, heels against the wall, letting Bush put his fingers into his hair and pull his head back and forth, back and forth.
One of the departing gentleman turned. He looked directly at Bush standing there. He had a metal-topped cane, silver, probably, carried hat under his arm. He was the most sober out of the bunch, and he looked down, too -- there was no way he could have seen Hornblower because they were situated exactly so that there were some empty barrels in the line of sight. Not gender, not identity, nothing. Hornblower was between the wall and Bush; shadow fell over them both, doubly on Hornblower so that his features were blur even to Bush.
He could be seen, though. Bush knew that he could be seen. There was enough light from the Long Rooms on his face, and the man looked at them for a moment, studied Bush with a completely blank, only slightly curious expression. Bush looked back at him, lifted his chin a little. Tightened the hand he had in Hornblower's hair a little and pulled him down hard. Bush bit his lip, groaned anyways in spite of it.
The man lifted his cane, almost in the way of a salute. Went back on his way with his friends, and when they were back at their rooms, much to Bush's surprise, Hornblower did it for him again.
This time, there was light on both of them, and when Hornblower noticed that Bush was looking, he slowed and changed his approach. He lifted his mouth up, put his lips around the head, and made a show of it -- licking Bush with wide swipes of the tongue. Angling his head sometimes before taking it in with the Bush could see the outline of his cock against the inside of Hornblower's cheek at the same time that he could feel it.
It was strangely awkward afterwards, though. Despite the eagerness that Hornblower had started with, the confidence he had shown when continuing, there was a long silence. Hornblower started to get up and rinse his mouth out, then changed his mind when he was halfway to getting up off his knees. Bush touched his cheek, suggested that if they undressed and lay close together, they might both fit on one of those beds. Hornblower looked at him, was clearly fighting with himself, then smiled and nodded, almost embarrassed by the affection between them.
Bush watched Hornblower undress after that, and he thought of Hornblower's hunger. The poverty of the room, the misery of his situation with that dancing master. The thinness of Hornblower's chest even in his uniform, and how Hornblower taken the whist winnings out of his vest pocket and originally set it on the stand by his bed, then took it off there and put it on the dresser, underneath some brushes and out of sight before he came to Bush again.
Hornblower blew out the candle before coming, shy, to bed, and Bush had a terrible, horrible thought.
"Thank you," he said. "I'll never forget that. But I can't accept it. You know that I couldn't."
quietcontrary writes amazing blowjobfic. And black_hound points out that Hornblower's natural position is on his knees. nolivingman pointed out, a while back, the ahahahah. AHAHAHAHAA. YOU KNOW. THE PLAUSIBILITY OF THIS WHOLE CRACKTASTIC THING. Though I think she was thinking of him having a more female line of customers. :>
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Date: 2006-06-04 05:44 am (UTC)RENTBOY AU. MAKE IT STOP. OW MY HEAD.
Also, isn't Captain Wentworth just the sexiest thing evar?
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Date: 2006-06-04 06:35 pm (UTC)Hornblower as a rentboy just makes me go :D.
Wentworth is fucking fine. And hot. And fine.
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Date: 2006-06-04 08:40 am (UTC)oh my brain. OH my life. It was a gorgeous enough story as it is (the man with the cane! The HH skilfulness!) and then eek, that last line.
Christ. That's today written off, then.
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Date: 2006-06-04 06:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-04 09:56 am (UTC)(I love it.)
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Date: 2006-06-04 06:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-04 12:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-04 05:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-04 06:40 pm (UTC)Yes. Oh man. *_*
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Date: 2006-06-04 07:14 pm (UTC)Hinds as Valmont? OMGOMGOMG.
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Date: 2006-06-04 10:28 pm (UTC)AND YES. I MUST GET MY HANDS ON IT *________________________*
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Date: 2006-06-04 10:34 pm (UTC)http://www.gutenberg.org/etext/105 (if you don't know already that you can get your hands on it that way).
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Date: 2006-06-04 10:35 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-04 10:42 pm (UTC):D :D Navy love! :D
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Date: 2006-06-09 07:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-04 12:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-04 06:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-04 01:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-04 06:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-04 07:07 pm (UTC)I was thinking of Possession by Byatt, a long, powerful narrative, in which modern academics research the lives of Victorian authors through their letters, notes, and works. They end up digging up a lot of forgotten secret that in turn affect their own lives. Good stuff. Or at least the book is, haven't watched the film.
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Date: 2006-06-08 06:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-04 03:03 pm (UTC)*hearts it*
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Date: 2006-06-04 06:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-05 01:15 am (UTC)This is hot and amazing, really.
So much <333333 for you and this.
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Date: 2006-06-10 03:32 pm (UTC)Yes, it's early. Yes, I've had too much blueberry cake. :>
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Date: 2006-06-05 06:47 am (UTC)because it's so cracktastically plausible.
and i i'll second the !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Date: 2006-06-10 03:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-07 07:56 am (UTC)Yayyyyy Persuasion. I'm thinking of that bit where Wentworth goes visiting his old Navy friends, and they all put on their uniforms just to go for a walk to the sea. <33333
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Date: 2006-06-10 03:38 pm (UTC)I love Wentworth so much.
And um. Hooker Hornblower! It's gt a certain ring to it. :D
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Date: 2006-06-08 07:00 pm (UTC)I can't believe I missed this. OMG I think you just killed me, and please *please* write more porn because I already feel the need for more and yes, am addicted you witch :-P
(and get back online in general, cos, y'know missing you and all!)
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Date: 2006-06-10 03:40 pm (UTC)In other words, I <3 you. And yes, I do need to get back into the pr0ning ways.
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Date: 2006-06-10 08:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-10 10:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-06-10 03:42 pm (UTC)<33333333333333333 Pellew. :D
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Date: 2006-08-12 02:52 pm (UTC)