Slash on a Plane
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sorcyress I'm tired of all this motherfucking slash in my motherfucking journal: Snakes on a Slash
A/N: Oh great and powerful Samual L. Jackson, I beg of thee, please do not kill me or torture me in new and unpleasent ways for the way of potraying you in this peice of turpid shit! I only wrote it as a dare, and know that you, in your infinite greatness, are not the type to be all sexing it up with other men, (not that there's anything wrong with that.) I also know that you are the most badass motherfucker I have ever had the pleasure to watch on the big screen, and that Chuck Norris got nothing on you. Ramen.
Part One: Holding hands during take off
"You ready to go, Sean?" Agent Neville Flynn leaned casually against the wall of the first class lounge of the Honolulu airport, thinking carefully about the upcoming flight. Sean Jones had had the unfortunate luck to witness a murder, which had led him inexplicably into Neville's life. Not that the hardened FBI agent objected --Sean had the surfer boy look down pat, long sinuy muscles, shaggy hair...wait. What was he thinking? Neville was happilly dating his fellow agent and partner, John Sanders. He didn't need to flirt with this pretty boy. Even if Sean was oh so pretty...
"Yeah, I'm good. This'll be cool, I've never flown in first class before!" Sean tried not to let Agent Flynn realize how nervous he really was -any second now he was expecting a bullet to the back of his head. He was lucky he had such a strong FBI agent to look out for him. Not that Sean would ever let the agent know of his secret desire!
"Yeah, just remember what the first thing I said to you was. 'Do as I say, and you live.'" Flynn tried to ignore the part of his brain that was oh so "helpfully" telling him all the ways he could abuse that order. "You do that Sean, and it'll all be good.
"Alright you three, this way please." The stewardess gave the three men a sardonic smile, she was clearly not happy about having the entire first class section commendeered by the FBI. Neville shrugged it off. He was used to being disliked.
While Sean wandered idly around the posh first class quarters, the two agents curled up in the private nook next to the phone. Checking to make sure that Sean's attention was elsewhere, Neville kissed John lightly, running a hand through his best friend and lover's hair. "You ready for this?"
"Yeah, you kidding me Nev?" John gave a lopsided smile, and Neville grinned at the use of his pet name. "We've run a hundread missions together --and we'll run a thousand more. This thing'll be a snap."
"I just got a real bad feeling about all this, that's all. Something about the plane just don't feel right."
"Don't tell me you've got a touch of Aviophobia, Neville. Do you want me to hold your hand during take-off?" John said flirtatiously, and Agent Flynn chuckled.
"You can hold my hand anytime, baby." he said with a wink. "But right now, we've got a job to do."
John looked out over Neville's shoulder to note that Sean was flirting with a pretty blonde stewerdess. "Oh, I think the job can wait another few minutes." he slowly ran his hands up under Neville's shirt, running his fingers lightly along the kevlar armour. "Besides --you never know when a kiss will be your last."
"Don't you think about anything else?" Neville murrmured as his lips met Johns. Yeah, the Sean kid was cute and all, but compared to the finest FBI agent in the field -besides himself, of course- Sean was nothing.
Both men sighed wearily as the captain buzzed onto the intercom, and pulled apart. They carefully went to their seats and strapped in, Neville giving Sean a furitive smile as he passed, and patted him on the shoulder. "Here goes nothing. Just think Sean -five hours in first class, and you're home free!"
"Yeah, I still wish that I was Bali like I had planned for this week." Sean pouted slightly, and Neville found himself wishing that John wasn't sitting on his other side. Those lips were just oh so perfectly kissable.
"Surfing, right? I tried it once --never really got the hang." Sean gasped at Nevilles confession, and squeezed his hand, sending a tingle down Nevilles spine.
"After this is all done, I'll take you surfing somewhere great. LA is actually really great for it, if you can avoid the tourists." Sean dropped his hand guiltily, and fubled about with his seatbelt, as the plane began to taxi down the runway.
"And you know how to do that?"
"Oh yes. I know some very...private surfing spots." Sean flashed a grin as Neville shivered lightly, and the plane was up and away...
That was part one. There will be three or four more parts, that I will write when it's late at night and I've no one to talk to and my brain is filled with stupid ideas. Also, I need to go see the movie again and take notes.
Oh god. How far the mighty fall.
Never let my future publishers/editors see this entry...
~Sor
MOOP!
A/N: Oh great and powerful Samual L. Jackson, I beg of thee, please do not kill me or torture me in new and unpleasent ways for the way of potraying you in this peice of turpid shit! I only wrote it as a dare, and know that you, in your infinite greatness, are not the type to be all sexing it up with other men, (not that there's anything wrong with that.) I also know that you are the most badass motherfucker I have ever had the pleasure to watch on the big screen, and that Chuck Norris got nothing on you. Ramen.
Part One: Holding hands during take off
"You ready to go, Sean?" Agent Neville Flynn leaned casually against the wall of the first class lounge of the Honolulu airport, thinking carefully about the upcoming flight. Sean Jones had had the unfortunate luck to witness a murder, which had led him inexplicably into Neville's life. Not that the hardened FBI agent objected --Sean had the surfer boy look down pat, long sinuy muscles, shaggy hair...wait. What was he thinking? Neville was happilly dating his fellow agent and partner, John Sanders. He didn't need to flirt with this pretty boy. Even if Sean was oh so pretty...
"Yeah, I'm good. This'll be cool, I've never flown in first class before!" Sean tried not to let Agent Flynn realize how nervous he really was -any second now he was expecting a bullet to the back of his head. He was lucky he had such a strong FBI agent to look out for him. Not that Sean would ever let the agent know of his secret desire!
"Yeah, just remember what the first thing I said to you was. 'Do as I say, and you live.'" Flynn tried to ignore the part of his brain that was oh so "helpfully" telling him all the ways he could abuse that order. "You do that Sean, and it'll all be good.
"Alright you three, this way please." The stewardess gave the three men a sardonic smile, she was clearly not happy about having the entire first class section commendeered by the FBI. Neville shrugged it off. He was used to being disliked.
While Sean wandered idly around the posh first class quarters, the two agents curled up in the private nook next to the phone. Checking to make sure that Sean's attention was elsewhere, Neville kissed John lightly, running a hand through his best friend and lover's hair. "You ready for this?"
"Yeah, you kidding me Nev?" John gave a lopsided smile, and Neville grinned at the use of his pet name. "We've run a hundread missions together --and we'll run a thousand more. This thing'll be a snap."
"I just got a real bad feeling about all this, that's all. Something about the plane just don't feel right."
"Don't tell me you've got a touch of Aviophobia, Neville. Do you want me to hold your hand during take-off?" John said flirtatiously, and Agent Flynn chuckled.
"You can hold my hand anytime, baby." he said with a wink. "But right now, we've got a job to do."
John looked out over Neville's shoulder to note that Sean was flirting with a pretty blonde stewerdess. "Oh, I think the job can wait another few minutes." he slowly ran his hands up under Neville's shirt, running his fingers lightly along the kevlar armour. "Besides --you never know when a kiss will be your last."
"Don't you think about anything else?" Neville murrmured as his lips met Johns. Yeah, the Sean kid was cute and all, but compared to the finest FBI agent in the field -besides himself, of course- Sean was nothing.
Both men sighed wearily as the captain buzzed onto the intercom, and pulled apart. They carefully went to their seats and strapped in, Neville giving Sean a furitive smile as he passed, and patted him on the shoulder. "Here goes nothing. Just think Sean -five hours in first class, and you're home free!"
"Yeah, I still wish that I was Bali like I had planned for this week." Sean pouted slightly, and Neville found himself wishing that John wasn't sitting on his other side. Those lips were just oh so perfectly kissable.
"Surfing, right? I tried it once --never really got the hang." Sean gasped at Nevilles confession, and squeezed his hand, sending a tingle down Nevilles spine.
"After this is all done, I'll take you surfing somewhere great. LA is actually really great for it, if you can avoid the tourists." Sean dropped his hand guiltily, and fubled about with his seatbelt, as the plane began to taxi down the runway.
"And you know how to do that?"
"Oh yes. I know some very...private surfing spots." Sean flashed a grin as Neville shivered lightly, and the plane was up and away...
That was part one. There will be three or four more parts, that I will write when it's late at night and I've no one to talk to and my brain is filled with stupid ideas. Also, I need to go see the movie again and take notes.
Oh god. How far the mighty fall.
Never let my future publishers/editors see this entry...
~Sor
MOOP!
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on 2006-08-21 04:30 am (UTC)Hmm. Now I'm tempted to write snake/lei fluff.
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on 2006-08-21 04:33 am (UTC)DO IT! DOOOOOOO IT!!
~Sor
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on 2006-08-22 03:14 am (UTC)My gay side:
"So kiss me goodbye!
Honey I'm gonna make it out alive!
So kiss me goodbye!
I can see the venom in your eyes!"
My inner filmmaker: Y'know, it's interesting to write sexual fanfiction about this movie, since one of the main "themes" is that snakes = bad and sex = good, and the two are often directly opposed. The snakes tend to have an affinity for biting or slithering around sexual organs, and killing people who are having sex. Hmm.
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on 2006-08-23 04:40 pm (UTC)And I heart that song. Completely campy, I know, but that's totally the kind of song I'm seriously into. Pop/rock.
~Sor