Stage Fright (by lamardeuse) (E)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: AU (focus on sex work or related areas)
Characters: David Parrish/Evan Lorne, Laura Cadman, Elizabeth Weir, Sam Carter, Kate Heightmeyer, Teyla Emmagan, Lindsey Novak, Katie Brown
Categories: M/M
Words: 15473
Warnings: no AO3 warnings apply
Author on DW:lamardeuse
Author's Website: lamardeuse on AO3
Link: This is part of the Gay Porn for Girls phenomenon back in the day - an LJ comm featuring stories about the studio and its stars. This particular fic bylamardeuse is here: Stage Fright on LJ, and here: Stage Fright on AO3. The sequel is Do What You Want by foxxcub - Do What You Want on LJ.
Why This Must Be Read: This fic features a too-wordly Lorne and a sweetly in love Parrish who wins him over. The whole genre and comm is hot and cracky. Another fun series to which several writers contributed is Hank and the Handyman, featuring John/Rodney. Good clean fun that puts the romantic 'R' back into porn - for girls, and their friends! It's also a genre where the women of SGA run the show and shine in their movie-making roles, which is great.
The third time, they almost made it. Lorne had successfully maneuvered Parrish over to the wide oak desk and had shoved him down on it, and now he was straddling him.
“M-Michael,” Parrish stammered – he had cornered the market on stammering (not to mention blushing and trembling) – “I d-don't think you know what you're doing.”
“Oh, you're wrong, Professor,” Evan said, smirking his very best smirk as he lowered his mouth to Parrish's, “I know exactly what I'm doing.” While Parrish stared up at him with wide, terrified eyes, Lorne caught Parrish's lower lip between his own and tugged at it gently, soothing it with a teasing brush of his tongue. He pulled back briefly to observe his handiwork with characteristic smugness.
Parrish's eyes closed and he groaned helplessly, then he slid one big hand into Lorne's hair and drew him down, bringing their mouths together with something just short of violence.
Holy shit, thought Lindsey. That hadn't been in the script.
She was close enough to pick up Lorne's brief moment of resistance, as though he expected Sam to end the scene, and then he just kind of...well, melted. Lindsey wasn't sure, because she'd seen Evan cocky, arrogant, and aggressive, but she'd never seen him surrender. That sure as hell seemed to be what was happening, though, because Parrish was still holding him in place with that bear paw of his and Lorne was going right with it, draping over Parrish's long body like a blanket and opening his mouth for Parrish's hungry exploration. And a hungry Parrish was another surprise; he'd been so self-conscious and painfully aware of the camera a minute ago, and now he seemed to have completely forgotten it was there.
Rec Category: AU (focus on sex work or related areas)
Characters: David Parrish/Evan Lorne, Laura Cadman, Elizabeth Weir, Sam Carter, Kate Heightmeyer, Teyla Emmagan, Lindsey Novak, Katie Brown
Categories: M/M
Words: 15473
Warnings: no AO3 warnings apply
Author on DW:
lamardeuse Author's Website: lamardeuse on AO3
Link: This is part of the Gay Porn for Girls phenomenon back in the day - an LJ comm featuring stories about the studio and its stars. This particular fic by
lamardeuse is here: Stage Fright on LJ, and here: Stage Fright on AO3. The sequel is Do What You Want by foxxcub - Do What You Want on LJ. Why This Must Be Read: This fic features a too-wordly Lorne and a sweetly in love Parrish who wins him over. The whole genre and comm is hot and cracky. Another fun series to which several writers contributed is Hank and the Handyman, featuring John/Rodney. Good clean fun that puts the romantic 'R' back into porn - for girls, and their friends! It's also a genre where the women of SGA run the show and shine in their movie-making roles, which is great.
The third time, they almost made it. Lorne had successfully maneuvered Parrish over to the wide oak desk and had shoved him down on it, and now he was straddling him.
“M-Michael,” Parrish stammered – he had cornered the market on stammering (not to mention blushing and trembling) – “I d-don't think you know what you're doing.”
“Oh, you're wrong, Professor,” Evan said, smirking his very best smirk as he lowered his mouth to Parrish's, “I know exactly what I'm doing.” While Parrish stared up at him with wide, terrified eyes, Lorne caught Parrish's lower lip between his own and tugged at it gently, soothing it with a teasing brush of his tongue. He pulled back briefly to observe his handiwork with characteristic smugness.
Parrish's eyes closed and he groaned helplessly, then he slid one big hand into Lorne's hair and drew him down, bringing their mouths together with something just short of violence.
Holy shit, thought Lindsey. That hadn't been in the script.
She was close enough to pick up Lorne's brief moment of resistance, as though he expected Sam to end the scene, and then he just kind of...well, melted. Lindsey wasn't sure, because she'd seen Evan cocky, arrogant, and aggressive, but she'd never seen him surrender. That sure as hell seemed to be what was happening, though, because Parrish was still holding him in place with that bear paw of his and Lorne was going right with it, draping over Parrish's long body like a blanket and opening his mouth for Parrish's hungry exploration. And a hungry Parrish was another surprise; he'd been so self-conscious and painfully aware of the camera a minute ago, and now he seemed to have completely forgotten it was there.
