|dusty (dustandroses) wrote in dustyrydersrecs,|
@ 2005-10-27 22:30:00
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|Entry tags:||angst, author: nicole s, beecher, beecher/o'reily, fandom: oz, film, first time, hurt/comfort, i like this one, nc17, o'reily, slash|
Series: The Palm of God's Hand
Titles: The Palm of God's Hand, The Palm of God's Hand II: Lord of the Dance
Author: Nicole S.
Genre: Slash, Angst, First Time, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Beecher/ O'Reily
Spoilers: Through Season 2, Episode 1, The Tip
Notes: The Palm of God's Hand takes a closer look at the somewhat intimate relationship that Beecher and O'Reily seemed to share during the first Season of the show. Always touching each other, getting high, wrapped around each other, enjoying their time together. Part II deals with the time directly before and during the riot at the end of Season One, and the way that impacted their relationship after the riot.
Having spent close up and personal time with my betas, I kind of wish I could have shared them with Nicole - she tends to switch tenses, and wander a bit on occasion, but it doesn't hurt my enjoyment of her fic. You can feel the way Beecher and O'Reily enjoy themselves together, she captures their fun and exuberance, slipping in and out of intimacy easily with the aid of the drugs - and always in character. It just feels right.
When he got out of the hole, he went right back to hanging with him and snorting tits. Snorting with Beecher, hugging Beecher, spinning around in circles with Beecher. There was always contact, that arm around him, "Hey man, wanna get high?" Elation when he said yes, disappointment when he said no.
This particular time, he said yes. They held on to each other tight, mostly to keep from falling over, but somehow it was more than that. Beecher's hand came up to caress Ryan's back, his thumb rubbing against his shoulderblade. Ryan's arm was around Beecher's shoulder's squeezing the one under his hand.
Ryan moved away slightly, not wanting to encourage any further contact, then slid down the wall to sit on the floor. Beecher followed to sit beside him, their thighs rubbing together as they snorted another hit. Suddenly the whole length of their legs were pressing together. Ryan could feel his cock harden between his legs and shifted slightly to accommodate the growing member. It didn't help. He moved his knees up to his chest and spread his legs, which gave him some relief.
He noticed Beecher was giggling again, then his forehead was digging
into his shoulder. Ryan moved his hand up to move his head away;
but found himself stroking Beecher's hair instead, marveling at the softness
of it. Beecher leaned into his touch; his eyes closed as Ryan moved
his hand down to the nape of his neck. Beecher then sat up and looked
him in the eye, a silly grin on his face.
I rate this fic: I Like This One