Anyway, I've got a few Carter/Luka drabbles to share, some rated G, some rated NC-17, under the cut tag:
Chocolate. Luka couldn't remember a time when he didn't love chocolate. He loved the way it felt in his hands once he had unwrapped it, silky smooth. He loved the way the aroma would fill his senses, making his mouth water before he could even get the treat to his mouth. He loved the dark taste of it, the mysterious mixture of bitterness with a hint of something sweet.
He looked over at John and reached out, his fingers caressing silky smooth skin. John's eyes slowly opened, he smiled, and Luka found himself happily drowning in pools of living chocolate.
Title: Body and Soul
I sucked in my breath as I felt Luka's mouth wrap around my cock, the warmth and tightness nearly making me come right then. Neither of us wanted that, though. The two of us knowing that he wouldn't be satisfied until he'd made me call out his name, my hands clenched in his hair, holding him in place while he milked me dry.
Weakened by my own desires and release, I'd then open myself to him, letting him claim me body and soul. But we both knew I'd have the final power as he yelled my name with his release.
Title: In The Springtime of his Voodoo
Author: Cathy Roberts
"and right there for a minute
I knew you so well" ~ In The Springtime of His Voodoo, by Tori Amos
I liked you once, respected you even. That disappeared one fall night when you walked away from the ER, leaving Abby behind.
And then one day, after lots of talking and a testosterone induced sword fight; we were no longer at odds. And Africa brought us closer. Working together, facing death daily, made me understand you. Your death struck me hard. Maybe it was because it came so closely on the heels of Gamma's death? I couldn't leave your body to rot in the jungle. You deserved so much better than that, and finding you alive made the heartache worthwhile
Title: I Hate You
Author: Cathy Roberts
Word Count: 100 words
"I hate you, you know."
He looked up at hearing those words, half expecting to see a matching emotion in the eyes of the man who'd uttered them.
Instead he saw love and desire, and the memory of the long road that had brought them to where they now were. Mere acquaintances at first, then enemies, then apathy, and now…now there was love. Africa had changed him, changed them.
He smiled, knowing that the love he saw in those eyes was reflected within his own, and he reached to caress the other man's body.
"I know. I hate you, too."
Title: The Ferris Wheel
Word Count: 100
"I think this is the most beautiful view in Chicago."
I turn my head to look at Carter, as he looks out over the Navy Pier and then toward Lake Michigan. My eyes are totally on him as I agree. Stopped at the top of the Ferris wheel, I want to kiss him, but know he's not yet comfortable with being affectionate with me in public.
A thrill runs through me as his hand touches my cheek, his eyes dark and intense as he says he loves me before a million fireworks explode within my heart as our lips meet.