(no subject)

[faithennui.livejournal.com]

Chapter: 1
Fandom: One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
Pairing: Harding/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Somewhat nonconsensual
Summary: There's a new aide at the hospital with his eye on Harding.

Harding was woken up earlier than anyone else. It happened some times. The aides insisted that he looked a little sick and ought to be showered separately so they could check his condition. He assumed they did it to other people sometimes, but he felt sure he got it the most. His fault for what he did with men in the past, he was sure. He sometimes even came with the aides.
He noticed that there was a new aide today. He was bigger and tougher looking than the other three. He stood off to the side as two of his co-workers led Harding to the showers and the other ran off to ask Ratched for lubricant (for the thermometer).
Inside the shower, his t-shirt was pulled over his head and his pajama pants were pulled down. He was waiting to be shoved further into the shower when he heard a violent noise behind him. He turned to see that the aides were having a fight. It was obvious that the new one had started it, since the other three all looked surprised.
"Hey, what gives?" asked Warren.
"I want this one to myself," said the new aide. Harding shuddered, although he thought to himself that he really shouldn't be more bothered by the thought of being property than he was by just being the means to satisfy some animal need.
The three aides paused, considering for a bit, but finally decided that Harding wasn't worth getting their asses kicked over. The three turned to go. The new guy stopped the one who had the lubricant and took it from him.
The new aide walked over to Harding and put a hand on his bottom, without any sign of hesitation or shyness. The touch startled Harding because there as no violence in it. He was reminded of the touch of a lover and the familiarity horrified him. "I'm Jack," the other man said.
"Dale Harding, I'd say it's a pleasure, but..."
Jack laughed and squeezed Harding's ass. "Hey, don't make a fuss, now," he said, "I won you fair and square and wouldn't you rather have just me than those three?"
"I suppose," Harding said uncertainly.
Jack laughed and patted his ass a few times. "That's a good boy."
"I'm not a dog," Harding mumbled.
"I didn't mean to imply that you were," Jack said.
"You speak differently than the other aides," Harding noticed.
"I went to high school," Jack explained. "For two full years. Besides which..." He easily turned Harding around so that he was looking at the back of the man, "I can actually appreciate beauty when I see it."
Harding went speechless at being called beautiful. Jack picked up one of Harding's hands and held it. "Pretty hands," he commented. Harding looked down. His hands always looked impossibly long, delicate and pale, but this one looked even more so being held in one of Jack's bulky, black, callused ones.
Jack dropped Harding's hand and began lubricating the other man's entrance. "You know I never understood what motivates you aides to do this," Harding commented as he tried not to react to the cool feeling of the lubricant being applied by Jack's surprisingly gentle hands. "I mean, I could understand if a fellow patient did it, because they have no other option, but you guys could go out and get a woman if you wanted."
"Well," Jack said as he got his pants off, "I don't know about my co-workers, I think they're just sadistic-" he slid into Harding- "but I know I myself don't want a woman."
Harding gasped both at the words and the feeling of Jack inside him. His heart rushed a little. This was the closest thing Harding had had to a real lover in a long time.
Jack pushed deep inside Harding when he came and the feeling sent Harding over the edge.
"I ought to get to work," Jack told him as he pulled out.
Harding opened his mouth because he wanted to beg Jack to stay. Jack laughed at the expression on Harding's face and gave him a hard spanking. "Who do you belong to?" he asked the much smaller man.
"Er, um, well, I...I belong to you," Harding mumbled. Jack grinned and gave Harding a kiss on the forehead.
"See you later, Mister Harding."

Comments

[framedanddry.livejournal.com]

oh...em...eff...gee.

i think i am in love.

i swear, i wasn't sure there was anyone else in the entire fucking WORLD that wrote cuckoo's nest slash--and then i popped over to the rareslash community looking for something completely different and found this. :)

this is insanely brilliant.
thank you for making my night. :D

[faithennui.livejournal.com]

Aaw, thank you!