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devin_chain) wrote2008-07-16 08:18 pm
devin_chain) wrote2008-07-16 08:18 pm
Drink!
I propose a Ghost Hunters/Ghost Hunters International drinking game. Every time you hear the following, drink:
Did you see/hear that?
What was that?
What the hell was that?
What the fuck was that?
If there's somebody here, would you please give us a sign?
Variations -- Drink when:
They explain EVPs
Donna looks stupid in infrared shots
Jason and Grant have experiences when no one else does
Brian and/or Barry get excited about what they're certain is a ghost
If you watch the show(s), as I obviously do, add your own variations.
Bonus: Chocolate martinis awarded for slashing Jason and Grant.
Did you see/hear that?
What was that?
What the hell was that?
What the fuck was that?
If there's somebody here, would you please give us a sign?
Variations -- Drink when:
They explain EVPs
Donna looks stupid in infrared shots
Jason and Grant have experiences when no one else does
Brian and/or Barry get excited about what they're certain is a ghost
If you watch the show(s), as I obviously do, add your own variations.
Bonus: Chocolate martinis awarded for slashing Jason and Grant.
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"Jesus, Grant," Steve grits, working his hand into a tight grip on Grant's shoulder. His breathing is heavier now and his hips start to jerk a little more, like he can't control them.
Jeez, Grant wants this to last but he knows he's got to hurry. Exhaling, he takes Steve deep again, as deep as he can, but this time he stays down on him, working him with his hand too.
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He hears cabinets opening and shutting somewhere over his shoulder until, with one final slam and a male, "aha!" Grant turns his head and meets the wide-open eyes of a flight attendant clutching several small cans of V8 to his chest. He thinks, "We are so busted."
But - miracle! - the guy smirks, rolls his eyes, and walks back into the aisle, closing the privacy curtain behind him as he goes.
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Steve's hands cradle Grant's head now as he starts to rock into him, gently, and Grant can't hold back his moan because, damn, Steve's fucking his mouth and it's good - so good.
Steve's stuttering breaths let Grant know he's close. Soon enough this will be over. He reaches down and grabs his own dick, rubbing with his thumb and forefinger while Steve's still pushing into him.
"Grant, I'm--"
And Grant grips him tight, letting him know it's okay and as the first hot spurts hit the back of his throat, Grant's coming himself, pushing into his own hand.
When he comes out of the lavatory, Steve's already returned to his seat. Thank God his pants are dark and he can hide a little by pulling his shirttail out.
"Where you been?" Jason asks when he takes his seat.
"Eh, you know," he says, not really looking at Jason. "Steve was a little jumpy, just trying to get him to calm down."
"He okay?"
Grant smiles. "Yeah, I took care of it," he says smoothing his shirt down.
"Good job," Jason says and they bump fists before Jason goes back to his laptop and Grant looks out the window.
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That was so much fun! I haven't written fic in ages, and it's been years, I think, since I fic'd with anyone else.
Grant and Steve was SUCH a good idea. :) You get white chocolate martinis for that one.
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I would never know you'd hadn't written in a while (you should write more). You had me cracking up and I could just see Steve! I don't wander too far from my McShep, so this was definitely new for me, but loads of fun.
I will enjoy my chocolate martini and will never be able to watch Ghost Hunters in the same way again :)
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