SLASH...SLASH
by Bast
The popularity of Law & Order male slash has peaked. Outlandish pairs are represented.
I felt sorry for the characters left out of the fun. These are their stories.
(Same old disclaimer--blah blah blah)
The door opened with a bang and Adam Schiff blew in. "Damn New york winters.
Slush everywhere. Can't keep your feet dry."
"Honey, is that you?" Arthur Branch appeared in the doorway to the
kitchen wearing an apron over his $2,000 suit.
"Who else would it be, you moron. Only two of us live here."
Arthur chuckled good naturedly. "Ah, Snookums. Did you have a bad day?"
"Every day's a bad day at my age. What's for dinner?"
"Now, Honey, don't be upset. I jest wanted to try a good ole Southern meal
out on you. I made my specialty--fried chicken, fried eggplant, fried
hushpuppies, and fried green tomatoes. With ice tea."
"What are you trying to do, kill me? Look for a younger lover?"
Arthur looked aghast. "Oh, no, Adam. Never. Never. You're all the
man I want. We can skip dinner if you like and go straight to the
Viagra."
Adam brightened. "Now you're talking."
** ** **
Emil Skoda looked across the room to his patient reclining on the couch.
Even at that distance he felt the heat between them. The man was like
a hot fudge Sundae.
"So, Paul. At what age did you realize you weren't white?" It was hard
to keep his voice from going basso. You could cut the sexual tension
between them with a knife.
Paul Robinette turned his head, looked longingly into his eyes and said:
You mean I'm NOT white?
** ** **
Phil Cerretta was doing what he liked best--singing. He just happened
to be singing in the shower--with Profaci.
"How do you manage to get doughnut crumbs in your chest hair?", he
asked him.
"It takes skill, baby, believe me."
"I don't know why I put up with you", Phil told him.
"Let me remind you," Profaci grinned.
Phil suddenly let out a high note that even HE didn't know he could
reach.
Oh, yeah. Now he remembered.
END
(Note: Sorry for this. It's the result of all the male slash I've
been reading lately).
by Bast
The popularity of Law & Order male slash has peaked. Outlandish pairs are represented.
I felt sorry for the characters left out of the fun. These are their stories.
(Same old disclaimer--blah blah blah)
The door opened with a bang and Adam Schiff blew in. "Damn New york winters.
Slush everywhere. Can't keep your feet dry."
"Honey, is that you?" Arthur Branch appeared in the doorway to the
kitchen wearing an apron over his $2,000 suit.
"Who else would it be, you moron. Only two of us live here."
Arthur chuckled good naturedly. "Ah, Snookums. Did you have a bad day?"
"Every day's a bad day at my age. What's for dinner?"
"Now, Honey, don't be upset. I jest wanted to try a good ole Southern meal
out on you. I made my specialty--fried chicken, fried eggplant, fried
hushpuppies, and fried green tomatoes. With ice tea."
"What are you trying to do, kill me? Look for a younger lover?"
Arthur looked aghast. "Oh, no, Adam. Never. Never. You're all the
man I want. We can skip dinner if you like and go straight to the
Viagra."
Adam brightened. "Now you're talking."
** ** **
Emil Skoda looked across the room to his patient reclining on the couch.
Even at that distance he felt the heat between them. The man was like
a hot fudge Sundae.
"So, Paul. At what age did you realize you weren't white?" It was hard
to keep his voice from going basso. You could cut the sexual tension
between them with a knife.
Paul Robinette turned his head, looked longingly into his eyes and said:
You mean I'm NOT white?
** ** **
Phil Cerretta was doing what he liked best--singing. He just happened
to be singing in the shower--with Profaci.
"How do you manage to get doughnut crumbs in your chest hair?", he
asked him.
"It takes skill, baby, believe me."
"I don't know why I put up with you", Phil told him.
"Let me remind you," Profaci grinned.
Phil suddenly let out a high note that even HE didn't know he could
reach.
Oh, yeah. Now he remembered.
END
(Note: Sorry for this. It's the result of all the male slash I've
been reading lately).