horizon_greene: Robert Smith eating an ice cream cone standing next to Simon Gallup (robert simon ice cream)
Title: "Obscure"
Pairing: Robert Smith/Simon Gallup
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2,409
Notes: If you believe (self-described "I only like girls") Billy Corgan, Robert Smith once propositioned him by saying, "That's okay, I'm a girl." Recently, a few of us were discussing the likelihood of Robert ever using that line on Simon. I found it all rather, uh, inspiring.

Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] niennah, once again, for the beta and the encouragement.

And for all of the glances in Robert’s direction and the little touches that Robert had furtively tried to imbue with meaning, Simon had never expressed any attraction to other men and had almost certainly never acted on it. Robert had been watching; he knew. He had only ever seen him with girls. Beautiful girls. It didn’t take a genius to figure out the problem here.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (robert in shadow)
I'm still very emotional about The Cure, several months on. So I wrote a little something, as you do.

Title: "Afterimage"
Pairing: Robert Smith/Simon Gallup
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2,611
Notes: Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] niennah for the beta, and for humoring and encouraging me along the way.

It was all connected, inextricably linked. There would always be the band, them, this—this need to exchange the fading adrenaline of a show for a different kind of rush.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (olympic sid)
Since I last posted, I've been to DC, and San Diego, and a tiny town in southern Arizona called Tubac. I've seen Sidney Crosby score a goal at Verizon Center and watched a ray of sunlight illuminate Buster Posey across Petco Park. Rafa won his 14th slam and I somehow didn't cry. Work has been the best, and the worst, and every possible thing in between.

image via Tumblr

And these two have been very distracting, and very inspirational. And I wrote a little something.

Title: "Articulate"
Pairing: Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4,734
Notes: TW for a physical altercation between two romantic partners.

Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] sophia_helix for the beta, and for asking the right questions.

Posted over here @AO3
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (bye bye bye)
Title: "Static"
Pairing: JC Chasez/Justin Timberlake
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 1,203
Notes: Not much to be had in the way of plot—just a little something that popped into my head as I was driving to Christmas festivities, and then didn't leave. Many thanks to Dinah for the beta and requisite hand-holding. "I can't believe that I am thirty and betaing NSYNC slash for you." Believe it—and thank you again, my dear.
Summary: Absence makes the heart grow fonder—and leads to phone sex, naturally. Set shortly post-hiatus.

Read it @AO3, or click the cut below.

It wasn’t even like they’d been fighting, or anything. It was just the grind of it all, the general weariness and petty disagreements and minor annoyances that were inevitable when every aspect of your life—personal, professional, romantic—was endlessly tangled with someone else’s. )
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (Default)
I rode with my dad on the back of a 1967 Honda 90 motorcycle yesterday, and it was terrifying/amazing. We were cruising along at approximately 10mph on mostly-deserted suburban streets, but I was shaking the entire time. I trusted my dad without question; it was fear of other cars (even though we saw exactly one) that had me all worked up. Still, exhilarating. I had never ridden a motorcycle before!

Meanwhile, since I've owed [livejournal.com profile] thorne_scratch snippets of fic for over a week now, I figured I'd just do the WIP meme again.

WIP meme. )


The Typewriters. Are you guys okay? I get very worried over here.
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (Default)
Eh. I was going to write a big self-involved intro for this, but that seemed ridiculous and...well. Self-involved.

Basically I'm just doing the unfinished fic meme again.

Baseball RPS, NBA RPS, Figure Skating RPS. )

So that's that.

Meanwhile, my photo of the moment:

I've had this open in a tab for at least four days, and I never do that. I just never get around to closing it, somehow <3
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (tim SF)
Title: "Borealis"
Pairing: Barry Zito/Tim Lincecum
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6,037
Summary: An AU in which Tim is a hooker working the streets of Seattle, and Barry is pitching for the Giants, in town for an interleague series against the Mariners. Paths cross.
Warnings: Prostitution, explicit sex, drug use.
Disclaimer: Don't know, not making any money, all of this is utterly fictionalized.
Author's Notes: Many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] grammar_glamour for betaing yet another fic in a fandom that is not her own. Thanks also to [livejournal.com profile] soupypictures for helping to nurture an impulsive idea into something real.

There’s a helicopter flying out over the water, lights flashing. He wonders if it’s the Coast Guard, or maybe Airlift. His old apartment was only a couple of blocks from the hospital and Tim used to hear the helicopter with alarming regularity, someone else’s tragedy flying over his head three or four times a day. It always made him feel inordinately lucky. )
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (black jersey)
When I went to start my car after work this evening, the battery was dead. It's not the first time I've had to call AAA from work, and it's generally a disaster. The parking garage is a maze that's impossible for an outsider to navigate, so I had the battery technician meet me outside of my office building. Except the technicians generally can't figure out my office complex either, so I had to run around calling out random landmarks and confusing the both of us before I was able to flag the guy down. Then, we couldn't even get into the parking garage, because the AAA van was 7ft tall and the parking garage clearance only 6'6". So he parked the van by a dumpster behind the building and lugged all his gear down the stairs, where he jumped my car finally. I drove us back up to the van, parked my own car next to the dumpster, and attempted to reassure my dad over the phone that all was under control as the AAA guy swapped out my dead battery for a new one and an epic monsoon swirled all around us.

While all this was going on, I wrote a tiny fic. A hooker!AU to supplement the as-yet-unfinished hooker!AU; I guess it's a sequel of sorts, and maybe it'll be integrated into the main story eventually, but for now, it is what it is. Just a short little something.

Barry Zito/Tim Lincecum. Rated R-ish. Unbetaed.

237 words )
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (i am music)
Title: "Cherry"
Pairing: Birdman (a.k.a. Baby a.k.a. Bryan Williams)/Lil Wayne (a.k.a. Weezy a.k.a. Dwayne Carter, Jr.)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,434
Warnings: Sex, drugs. Fairly angsty.
Author's Notes: I finally got around to finishing something I started a long time ago. Many, many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] grammar_glamour and [livejournal.com profile] pebblin for the thoughtful beta work; this fic is much improved because of both of you. Special thanks to [livejournal.com profile] grammar_glamour as well, for talking me through the early stages and providing endless motivation. I think this also means you have your half of the bargain to uphold? ;)

I wonder about Heaven, and if I’ll ever make it there, if things go the way some people say. ’Cause it’s one thing to Fear God, but it’s another entirely to obey Him, and I’ve never been very good at that. )


Mar. 15th, 2009 12:23 am
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (believe in now)
Title: Ricochet
Pairing: Kurt Warner/Larry Fitzgerald, Anquan Boldin/Larry Fitzgerald
Fandom: NFL (Arizona Cardinals)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 4073
Warnings: Graphic sex, foul language
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, not making any money, etc. This is all completely fictionalized.
Author's Notes: Thanks, as ever, to [livejournal.com profile] shadow_shimmer for the thoughtful beta. This one definitely needed it, and you were spot-on as always. Also, thanks to [livejournal.com profile] pebblin for being such a patient, tireless sounding board over the last few weeks.

It’s been a while; we haven’t done this since the injury, since it became all about Anquan’s broken face and busted pride and—eventually—his resentment of me. )
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (Default)
Title: "Solstice"
Pairing: Roger Federer/Rafael Nadal
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, not making any money, etc.
Author's Notes: Thanks, as ever, to [livejournal.com profile] shadow_shimmer, for the friendship, the beta, and for being there when all I could talk about was the state of Rafa's knees.

Takes place immediately following the 2007 French Open.


Solstice )


Apr. 30th, 2006 08:13 am
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (3D)
Title: Ephemera
Pairing: Shawn Marion/Boris Diaw (Phoenix Suns)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: The usual. Foul language, explicit sex. Some underage kink, but nothing expressly illegal.
Author's Notes: Thanks, as ever, to [livejournal.com profile] shadow_shimmer, firstly for your valued friendship, and secondly for the faithful beta work, without which this would never have seen the light of day.

Ephemera )
horizon_greene: Robert Smith singing (hurt)
Title: "Remember This Night"
Author: [livejournal.com profile] horizon_greene
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Steve Nash/Tim Duncan
DISCLAIMER: Don't know, don't own, not making any money, etc.
Warnings/Notes: Language, explicit sex. Enormous thanks to [livejournal.com profile] shadow_shimmer for the beta and the encouragement. Without her, you can be assured that this would never, ever have happened ;)

Remember This Night )


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