Title: One Act, One Guy, One Time
Fandom: The Wire (Herc/Carver)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ficlet set during the Season Three episode All Due Respect
Herc: Anybody I want?
Carver: Anybody.
Herc: I want more than one. I want the Olson Twins.
Carver: You got 'em. Slaves. All they live for is to get you off. But so now who are you gonna do for 'em? One guy, one act, one time.
Herc: Right, and the minute I name a guy, you're gonna be like, "I knew you're a cocksucker from the first time I laid eyes on you. Steve McQueen? Huh, that's your fantasy? You fucking closet case motherfucker."
Carver: Steve McQueen?
Herc: Fuck you. It's a setup.
Carver: Both Olson twins. Ashley. Kate...
Herc: Mary-Kate. And yeah, I admire her body of work.
Carver: They're yours. All you gotta do is name a guy.
Herc: I'm not catching, I'm pitching.
Carver: No problem.
- All Due Respect
“No problem.”
And it wasn’t. Not a problem at all, fuck, he’d love to bottom for this man. But Herc was right, though not a trap, it was more than a game. After months of secretly lusting after him, of having some of the hottest, most graphic, most frustrating dreams of his adult life, Carver wanted some answers. Wanted to know if there was even the slightest chance that Herc would be interested in more than just friendship.
It was ridiculous he knew, to even entertain the idea that Herc would even consider bending him over the nearest flat surface and fucking him into tomorrow or smile at him as Carver dropped to his knees, hands tightening on his shoulders as he took Herc’s cock into his mouth.
He glanced away briefly as he felt his body begin to react, focusing on the street in front of them, barely listening to what Herc was saying, trying to get out of naming the one guy, even willing to do one of the Golden Girls rather than another man.
Damn. Guess he had his answer.
Fandom: The Wire (Herc/Carver)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ficlet set during the Season Three episode All Due Respect
Herc: Anybody I want?
Carver: Anybody.
Herc: I want more than one. I want the Olson Twins.
Carver: You got 'em. Slaves. All they live for is to get you off. But so now who are you gonna do for 'em? One guy, one act, one time.
Herc: Right, and the minute I name a guy, you're gonna be like, "I knew you're a cocksucker from the first time I laid eyes on you. Steve McQueen? Huh, that's your fantasy? You fucking closet case motherfucker."
Carver: Steve McQueen?
Herc: Fuck you. It's a setup.
Carver: Both Olson twins. Ashley. Kate...
Herc: Mary-Kate. And yeah, I admire her body of work.
Carver: They're yours. All you gotta do is name a guy.
Herc: I'm not catching, I'm pitching.
Carver: No problem.
- All Due Respect
“No problem.”
And it wasn’t. Not a problem at all, fuck, he’d love to bottom for this man. But Herc was right, though not a trap, it was more than a game. After months of secretly lusting after him, of having some of the hottest, most graphic, most frustrating dreams of his adult life, Carver wanted some answers. Wanted to know if there was even the slightest chance that Herc would be interested in more than just friendship.
It was ridiculous he knew, to even entertain the idea that Herc would even consider bending him over the nearest flat surface and fucking him into tomorrow or smile at him as Carver dropped to his knees, hands tightening on his shoulders as he took Herc’s cock into his mouth.
He glanced away briefly as he felt his body begin to react, focusing on the street in front of them, barely listening to what Herc was saying, trying to get out of naming the one guy, even willing to do one of the Golden Girls rather than another man.
Damn. Guess he had his answer.
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Date: 2010-06-11 02:56 pm (UTC)Thank you for sharing!