Torrid Tuesdays: Two for the writing...

[thatwasjustadream]

My apologies for accidentally putting Torrid Tuesdays on hold for the month of July. Daily life got hugely labor intensive, but I'm finally surfacing! So with that, I'll offer up two prompts per week for August, for your spicy writing inspiration.

This week, the prompts are:



Sweatpants and messy hair Sunday

Eye-f*cking in public



Good luck and happy writing! :)

Comments

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Horatio sat at the end of the bar enjoying a bourbon on the rocks and people watching.

He was there waiting for his lover to join him hence the people watching.

A tall, dark haired man entered the restaurant causally dressed in a white t-shirt and faded jeans. The sight immediately caught Horatio's eye. He was a sucker for brunettes.

He watched the man stop and briefly survey the place which caused Horatio to smiled. Cautious people were also a turn on of his.

The man caught his eye, smiled and slowly undressed him as he proceeded to join Horatio at the bar.

Horatio had the goodness to blushed and duck his head silently vowing to get revenge when he got his lover alone.

"Miss me, Red?" the question was purred into his ear causing Horatio to shiver.

"Fucking asshole," Horatio muttered before polishing off his drink.

"Love you, too," his lover countered with a wicked grin. "Want to take this elsewhere?"

"Taken up mind reading?"

His lover chuckled before catching hold of Horatio's hand and pulling him toward the door.

Horatio quickly paid his tab and followed his lover out the door.

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

This is great. :) Between this and a song I keep listening to, I think I have an idea of my own now.

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Glad to be inspiring. Thinking of expanding it and post it to AO3.

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

WOOHOO! Go for it. :D

[cmk418]

Very nice!

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.

[thatwasjustadream (from livejournal.com)]

Very well done! So much UST in a few lines, my, my. :)

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I'm happy you liked it. I did expand it a bit because the redhead got chatty. You can find it on AO3.

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

Delaney leaned against the side of the craps table, watching the people crowding around, watching the chick with the dice in her hand. Craps wasn’t her game, it left entirely too much to chance, even as far as gambling went. If she were going to throw her hard-earned money away on a whim, she was going to throw it at something she at least felt like she could control. Something like blackjack or poker.

The bottle blonde blew on the dice, shook them, then tossed. A collective groan rose from everyone present when she didn’t get the roll she needed. Delaney didn’t understand the game one bit, so she had to trust that the crowd was right. Although, judging by the blonde’s anguished face as her chips were swept away, they were – as they say – right on the money.

But she hadn’t stopped by this table to watch some tourist toss their fortune away. No, she’d stopped because of him.

Delaney had noticed him as she was walking past. He’d been hard to miss as tall and lanky as he was, standing just behind the dealer. A shock of dusky hair over dark, piercing eyes. It was like he was searching for something in all this chaos of the casino and, when his eyes had met hers, she felt like he’d been looking for her. Obviously, it wasn’t possible because he didn’t know her, couldn’t know her, and yet, she was drawn to him.

So, she’d stopped, leaned against the faux leather of the table’s padded rail. Not wanting to be obvious, she’d not watched him directly, but once she’d noticed he was openly staring in her direction, thick forearms crossed, biceps bulging under his crisp, white dress shirt, she dropped all pretense and stared right back.

His eyes bore into hers, as if he was searching for the meaning of life in the depths of her soul. It made her stomach heat, and her knees go weak. And when he smiled, she was sure she was going to combust. When he grinned and tipped his head to the side, an invitation if she ever saw one, she may have actually combusted, if only a little.

Biting the inside of her cheek, she smiled back and made her way over to where he stood, waiting. He never took his eyes off her and it was a revelation for Delaney. How, why, she didn’t care. All that mattered was holding this handsome man’s attention for just a bit longer. Through a drink or two, maybe. That would be enough.

What happened next, she thought as he slipped his arm through hers, was a mystery. However, when it came to finding out, she was ready to take a gamble.

[thatwasjustadream (from livejournal.com)]

Woot! Torrid Tuesdays for the words win. :) Glad it inspired, and hope all goes well for Delaney. ;)

[asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I've always loved these prompts. :D

Original Fic - First Weekend of the Season - 346 words

[cmk418]

Catching the scent of a freshly-brewed pot of coffee, Billy walked into the kitchen, scratching his bare chest, clad in a pair of grey sweatpants with splotches of lemon yellow paint down the right leg from when they'd done the sunroom two weeks ago. Half of his hair was matted down, the other half stood straight up.

Simone barked out a laugh when she turned around and saw him. “I know it's supposed to be a day of rest, hon, but you might be carrying it a bit too far.”

“Don't mock the Sunday gear.”

“I take it, that this isn't the Sunday we find religion.”

“Not unless that religion is football.”

“You hate football.”

“Not necessarily true. I don't like football, but I do respect the first weekend of the season. And the Super Bowl. Other than that, they're all steroid-infested creeps that can go to hell.”

“Well, as long as we're clear,” she said, grinning at him.

He walked over to the refrigerator and took out a carton of eggs. “Omelets?”

“Sounds good.” She poured Billy a cup of coffee and took a seat at the kitchen table. She watched him carefully assemble and cook the omelets, singing along with a song on the radio.

When he'd finished, he set their plates on the table in front of them. As she ate her breakfast, Simone kept stealing glances his way, resisting the urge to either fix his hair or mess it up even more.

“So we're watching football today?”

“Nope.” His foot grazed her calf beneath the table. “I was thinking maybe we could play a little two-handed touch.”

“And what would my two hands be touching?”

“Me.”

“Maybe I'd prefer you tackle me into our bed.”

“Now, you're talking.”

She stood up from the table and gave into temptation. Reaching over, she ruffled his hair and then took off running. He gave chase and tackled her as promised.

They had to respect the first weekend of the season, after all.

RE: Original Fic - First Weekend of the Season - 346 words

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Nice. Yes, you must respect the first weekend of the season...lol

Re: Original Fic - First Weekend of the Season - 346 words

[cmk418]

That's about the only time I watch football, the first week and the Super Bowl. Watching might not be the operative word though because usually most weeks I'll curl up on the couch and then take a nice nap to the broadcast. Fun times.

Glad you liked it!

RE: Re: Original Fic - First Weekend of the Season - 346 words

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

That's when I watch it for the most part.

You're welcome.

RE: Original Fic - First Weekend of the Season - 346 words

[thatwasjustadream (from livejournal.com)]

Nice! Excellent use of the happily rumpled Sunday morning prompt. :)

Re: Original Fic - First Weekend of the Season - 346 words

[cmk418]

Thank you! I enjoyed writing this.

[sharpiesgal.livejournal.com]

Dino yawned and stretched as the smell of fresh brewed coffee tickled his nose. He threw back the sheet that barely kept him decent with a soft chuckle.

He and Terry had barely entered the condo the night before before they started to get reacquainted after three months apart. He figured their clothing was probably scattered between the livingroom and the bedroom.

This thought pulled another chuckle from the redhead as he got out of bed and pulled on the pair of sweat pants Terry had left out for him.

He ran his fingers through his already rumpled hair briefly noting that it was time for a trim. He wandered into the bathroom to take a wizz and splash some water on his face in a poor attempt to fully wake up.

Looking at his reflection, he muttered, "Fuck it," and wandered out to the kitchen for a strong cup of coffee. It was Sunday and he had nowhere to be.

"Jesus, mate," Terry softly exclaimed when he saw him. "You look like you went three rounds with a bloody roo."

"No shit, asshole," Dino tossed back with a grin. Not surprised to see his lover dressed and ready for the day. "Since you are the bloody roo in question."

"Yeah, about that," Terry mumbled with a sheepish grin. He might have gotten little carried away the night before, but then he hadn't seen his lover in several months.

Dino chuckled. He loved Terry's enthusiasm in the bedroom. He had a few bite marks and bruises in obvious places, but he gave as good as he got. "Now be a dear and fix me a cup."

"Do it yourself," Terry countered stepping away from the coffee maker.

"I will," Dino muttered as he grabbed a mug from the coffee cup tree and poured the black elixir into it. "Now, that you stopped guarding it like it was Fort Knox."

Terry snickered.

Dino flipped him off before wandering onto the back deck to watch the ocean waves kiss the shore firmly clutching his coffee cup to his bare chest.

Terry shook his head. He had missed the annoying bastard, but he would let the redhead enjoy his coffee as he made them breakfast.