dusty (dustandroses) wrote in dustyrydersrecs, @ 2005-10-30 02:47:00 |
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Oz
Fandom: Oz
Title: Scent
Author: ozsaur
Genre: Slash, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, First Time
Pairing: Tobias Beecher/Andy Schillinger
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Consent Issues/Non-Con
Spoilers: Season 3, Episode 5 - US Male
Notes: This is one of my favorite pairings in Oz...as
odd as it seems. He was only on for a short time, but Andy made
quite an impact on me. There's very little fic with him in it, so
I'm always eager to read them when I find them. This one has just
the right amount of disillusioned and bitter Beecher and hurt and
angry, but eager to please young Andy. This fic sends chills up
my spine.
Excerpt:
But the scent was there, milk and sunshine. He yearned for it, craved
the second hand hint of somewhere else, even from this polluted source.
Nuzzling his face into Andy's hair, inhaling long and deep, he
pretended that the scent was a drug hitting his system.
Maybe
it was; he could feel the buzz start in his head, making him feel
light, making his skin tingle. His cock twitched, taking an interest;
the young body clinging to his was pliant, needy.
The tears
made it easy for him to slide his wet thumb across Andy's mouth. Lips
parted, instinctive, like a baby. Toby pushed his thumb inside, knowing
that Andy was too exhausted and too vulnerable to put up a fight. He
pushed down on the velvety slick tongue, wondering if he could leave
his thumbprint behind, marking Andy the way Andy's father had marked
him.
Toby pressed his mouth to Andy's forehead, licked at the
hollow of his temple, tasting salt and skin and something that was so
much like home that he nearly choked on it.
"Suck," he whispered, more harshly than he meant to.
Lips tightened and tongue curled around the shape of his thumb. With a sigh, Andy sucked like a tired child wanting to sleep.
"It's okay. I'll take care of you, baby." Liar, liar.
I rate this fic: Pretty Damn Good