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rareslashHi! I'm new to this list and haven't had time to really take a look around, but I thought I'd share this ficlet I wrote to see if there are other people interested in this fandom. It's Intelligence slash, based on a Canadian tv show starring Ian Tracey as crime boss Jimmy Reardon (Tracey used to star on Da Vinci's Inquest and has guest starred on practically every tv show shot in Vancouver from Highlander to Smallville). As fanfiction goes, it doesn't get any rarer, as far as I know, I'm the first to consider the fandom and I'm desperate to find other authors interested in this universe.
Here is the fic:
Pairing: Jimmy Reardon/OMC
Summary: Jimmy enjoys some time off during a business trip to Montreal.
Rating: R
Warnings: Well, slash (have you met me?) obviously, and some completely ignorant assumptions about the English-Canadian organised crime world from a French-Canadian girl who knows everything she knows about the mob from Omerta (Italian mafia, in Montreal, French-Canadian cops who, unlike Mary Spalding, have no interest in politics whatsoever) and Mom Boucher... So, sorry for any misconceptions. Also, some random fixation on Christmas, snow and decorations, probably brought on by the fact that it is now nearly December 14th and there is still no snow in Montreal.
Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Jimmy Reardon, nor would I want to. He does much better on his own, or in the hands of the very capable people at CBC. I only wish they would get the tv movie on DVD so I could understand what the hell is going on in this show! Also, the introduction is now officially longer than the fic!
So, read on!
His hand tightens in soft brown curls, trying uselessly to get the hair away from the pretty face bobbing up and down in his lap. The few times he manages to get to Montreal on business and he always forgets to tell the lady from the escort agency to send a guy who looks at least slightly masculine. He figures if a man specifically asks for a male escort to suck his dick he might be interested in something with more brawn than this fucking elf. Too bad, with his operations growing - not to mention Mary Spalding needily breathing down his neck all the goddamn time - it's been getting increasingly difficult to arrange these little trips this far east.
He sighs and tiredly rubs his eyes, this kid really isn't doing it for him. Too bad he loves the family business - not to mention the lifestyle that comes with it - too much to allow himself what (who) he really wants. But no, it just wouldn't do for the underworld to learn that crime boss Jimmy Reardon is a fag who likes to have big men fuck him. That's intelligence he prefers kept to himself, hence the not-so-frequent trips to Montreal and the escort services. This place is so foreign it might as well be on another planet, little chance of any of his associates to find out about his extra-curricular activities.
He briefly ponders letting the kid go after the blowjob, but decides against it. He has no idea when he'll be in town next, it's entirely plausible Mary and her little hostile takeover will keep him grounded in Vancouver for the better part of the winter. Too bad, he loves to see McGill College street in the snow, a million white Christmas lights lining the avenue. He pulls the boy's long hair until the whore gets the message and lifts huge brown eyes to question him. Jimmy doubts he even understands English, so he jerks his head towards the bedroom on his left as he speaks.
"Let's move this to the bed."
He fucks the lithe body almost absent-mindedly, snowflakes swirling in his mind. Yeah, he'll definitely try to make it back before the city takes the wire cutters to the Christmas lights of McGill College.
The End
Please read and review!
And by the way, the fic is in English even though the title is French (it's an old French-Canadian song, it just popped into my head) so PLEASE someone read it, and tell me you read it!
Here is the fic:
Pairing: Jimmy Reardon/OMC
Summary: Jimmy enjoys some time off during a business trip to Montreal.
Rating: R
Warnings: Well, slash (have you met me?) obviously, and some completely ignorant assumptions about the English-Canadian organised crime world from a French-Canadian girl who knows everything she knows about the mob from Omerta (Italian mafia, in Montreal, French-Canadian cops who, unlike Mary Spalding, have no interest in politics whatsoever) and Mom Boucher... So, sorry for any misconceptions. Also, some random fixation on Christmas, snow and decorations, probably brought on by the fact that it is now nearly December 14th and there is still no snow in Montreal.
Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Jimmy Reardon, nor would I want to. He does much better on his own, or in the hands of the very capable people at CBC. I only wish they would get the tv movie on DVD so I could understand what the hell is going on in this show! Also, the introduction is now officially longer than the fic!
So, read on!
His hand tightens in soft brown curls, trying uselessly to get the hair away from the pretty face bobbing up and down in his lap. The few times he manages to get to Montreal on business and he always forgets to tell the lady from the escort agency to send a guy who looks at least slightly masculine. He figures if a man specifically asks for a male escort to suck his dick he might be interested in something with more brawn than this fucking elf. Too bad, with his operations growing - not to mention Mary Spalding needily breathing down his neck all the goddamn time - it's been getting increasingly difficult to arrange these little trips this far east.
He sighs and tiredly rubs his eyes, this kid really isn't doing it for him. Too bad he loves the family business - not to mention the lifestyle that comes with it - too much to allow himself what (who) he really wants. But no, it just wouldn't do for the underworld to learn that crime boss Jimmy Reardon is a fag who likes to have big men fuck him. That's intelligence he prefers kept to himself, hence the not-so-frequent trips to Montreal and the escort services. This place is so foreign it might as well be on another planet, little chance of any of his associates to find out about his extra-curricular activities.
He briefly ponders letting the kid go after the blowjob, but decides against it. He has no idea when he'll be in town next, it's entirely plausible Mary and her little hostile takeover will keep him grounded in Vancouver for the better part of the winter. Too bad, he loves to see McGill College street in the snow, a million white Christmas lights lining the avenue. He pulls the boy's long hair until the whore gets the message and lifts huge brown eyes to question him. Jimmy doubts he even understands English, so he jerks his head towards the bedroom on his left as he speaks.
"Let's move this to the bed."
He fucks the lithe body almost absent-mindedly, snowflakes swirling in his mind. Yeah, he'll definitely try to make it back before the city takes the wire cutters to the Christmas lights of McGill College.
The End
Please read and review!
And by the way, the fic is in English even though the title is French (it's an old French-Canadian song, it just popped into my head) so PLEASE someone read it, and tell me you read it!
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Date: 2006-12-21 04:13 pm (UTC)I'm also more of fanvid person and I've been thinking about doing a Jimmy-heavy vid, but I've yet to find a song that fits. I haven't actually written slashfic before, so maybe that's why I'm a little nervous. I've written some original stuff, but never fanfic. I'm always afraid I won't get the characters right. But Intelligence makes it so tempting. (Damn you, Ian Tracey!) I'm sure I'll change my mind when I rewatch the series over the holidays.