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kisahawklin ([personal profile] kisahawklin) wrote in [community profile] 15_minute_ficlets2012-02-19 05:36 pm

Prompt #116

If you wish to do this as a spontaneous exercise, don't look at the word until you're ready to write (I recommend having Write or Die open in another tab). If you're going to mull over the word and write later, peek away.

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Today's word is: rush

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No Night is Too Long AU, Tim/Ivo -- NC-17: warning for profanity and mature themes

[personal profile] paceisthetrick 2012-02-19 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Completely unedited; read at your own risk. :P


He bicycled across campus to turn in his final paper. He felt carefree, exhilarated, for the first time since his father's death. He had plans to eat out and then hit the clubs with his mates. Emily would doubtless be in tow which posed a small problem as he fully intended to pursue the Chinese first year he had met in the library last night. But his mates would help with Emily. They were accustomed to his infidelities and found the game of luring her away so that he could fuck someone else vastly amusing. Invariably, his announcement that he met someone was greeted with catcalls of "But don't tell Emily!".

It wasn't that he disliked her in any way. She was comfortable, available. The advantage of shagging one's housemate, as he explained to Aaron, was that it required no work. She was always there to "scratch the itch", no matter what time of day or day of the week. It was almost as convenient as masturbation and definitely more fun. On the downside, Emily was clingy and had begun to regard him as her personal property. She had suggested he come home with her over the summer and when he expressed genuine confusion as to why, she had looked at him as if he were daft and told him her parents would like to meet their future son-in-law. At that point he had had to state that this was all news to him as he did not intend to marry anyone and needed to be home to care for his mother and finish closing out his father's affairs over the summer. This had led to tears and he had wondered how on earth he had gotten himself into such a mess just by being nice to her. Honestly it would be easier to be gay. Blokes never had designs on one another.

Grateful that that was past and that term was finally finished, he again turned his thoughts to the cute first year, Janet. He was so caught up in his internal dialogue he narrowly missed the pedestrian who jumped aside to avoid being hit. He immediately stopped and turned to apologize. The man replied that he was unhurt so no harm done. Tim was in the process of apologizing once more and taking his leave of the man when he chanced to glance into his eyes. He paused for a fraction of a second and stared at him. His eyes were mocking. Tim had the uncanny feeling that the stranger had been watching him for some time, listening to him even.

And that he was laughing at him.