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perpetual_motionTitle: All of our Adventures Together
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Crossing Jordan
Pairing: Woody/Nigel
Rating: R
Summary: The men together in eight drabbles.
Dis: Not mine. NBC’s. I’m making no money from this.
Author’s Notes: Drabbles! For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
julianlee, miriam_heddy, and the other boys and girls who enjoy the fandom so much.
All of our Adventures Together
By Perpetual Motion
“I’m going to shoot my eye out.”
“You are not.” Woody stepped behind Nigel and positioned his arms. “Elbows locked. Eyes on the target.”
“I’m going to shoot my eye out.”
“If you do, it’s not from lack of better advice.” Woody pressed his toe against Nigel’s heel. “Spread your legs a little.”
“Why, Detective Hoyt-“
“Do not finish that sentence, or I’ll make *sure* you shoot your eye out.”
“Spoilsport.”
“Perv. Fire the gun.”
Nigel fired with his elbows locked and almost hit the target. “We may need the broad side of a barn.”
“I know a good one in Wisconsin.”
*
“Mom, Dad, this is Nigel.” Woody watched his parents try not to look shocked. Nigel’s ‘Nuke the New Kids’ T-shirt probably wasn’t helping.
Nigel gave his ‘innocent’ smile. “Nice to meet you.”
Mr. Hoyt recovered first. “You, too. You’re an ME, right?”
“Yeah, I’m incognito today.”
Woody snorted. “Don’t buy it; his work clothes are just as bad.”
“We can’t all look suave in suits, Woodrow.”
“You wear a suit; I’ll salsa in the morgue with you.”
“Don’t take that bet,” Mrs. Hoyt smiled at Nigel. “He’s got no rhythm.”
Nigel gave Woody a look. “Are you *sure* you’re gay?”
“Last I checked.”
*
“You have got to be kidding.”
“There are four hundred men here; they won’t all be watching.”
“I don’t feel like getting mocked by anyone who *is* watching.”
Nigel licked Woody’s ear. “Please.”
“No.”
“I’ll owe you.”
Woody’s thighs clenched involuntarily. Nigel always paid his debts in very interesting ways. “Promise.”
“My word as a queer and a gentleman.”
“One out of two isn’t bad.” Woody let himself be pulled up from the table and to the dance floor. He laced his fingers with Nigel’s when they curled around his hips and let Nigel lead him to the beat.
*
“Goddamn dead guys.”
Woody poked Nigel’s ribs. “Get up.”
Nigel yawned. “I’m getting there.” He sat up and reached for his pants. His pager went off again. “I’m *coming*.”
Woody sat up and licked the back of Nigel’s neck. “Not yet.” He fell back against the pillows.
“That’s just *mean*.” Nigel pulled on his shirt and turned around. He moaned at the sight of Woody bare-chested against blue sheets. “Want some company?”
“I’d love some.” Woody spread his legs. Nigel licked his bottom lip. “Shame you have to go.” Woody closed his legs.
Nigel pointed at Woody. “You’ll pay.
*
Nigel’s hand was clammy in Woody’s. Woody wasn’t sure if it was because of the hole in his arm or the fact that they were sitting in a church. “I’m okay, Nigel.”
“Yeah.” Nigel squeezed Woody’s hand and looked up at the ceiling. “I don’t really believe in all this.”
Woody looked around the church. “Thanks for coming with me.”
They sat in silence while Nigel memorized the ceiling pattern and Woody gave silent thanks for near-sighted men with guns and extra-warm Englishmen with comforting hands. “What do you believe in?”
Nigel breathed deep. “Science, punk, and us.’
*
“You two are so adorable.”
Woody raised his eyebrows. “Adorable?”
“That’s Lily’s form of ‘you’re a wonderful couple’. Take the compliment.” Nigel put the pot of stew in the middle of the table and swatted Woody on the butt. “Bowls.”
“Yes, Sir.” Woody mock-saluted and walked into the kitchen.
Lily beamed at Nigel. “You’re domesticated.”
Nigel grinned. “Maybe a little.”
“Maybe a lot.” Woody handed bowls around, licked the first spoon in his hand, and stuck it to Nigel’s nose. “You’re whipped.”
The spoon dangled from Nigel’s nose. “Maybe a lot.”
Lily laughed. “Like I said; you’re a wonderful couple.”
*
“Where is he?”
Jordan kept from grinning by sheer force. “Autopsy two.”
“He was half-dead when we got up this morning. How did he get here?”
“I think he called a cab.” Jordan’s grin escaped.
“Has anyone taken his temperature?”
And widened. “Not yet, but now that you’re here to mother hen-“
“Jordan, go away.”
“See you.”
Woody threw open the door and pointed at Nigel. “You. Bed. Now.”
Nigel looked up from the chest cavity he was searching. “Hold on.” He pulled a large bullet out of soft tissue.
Woody waited until it was in a pan. “Bed. *Now*.”
*
“Feel better?”
Woody moaned a reply and stretched. “You are *brilliant*.”
“Why is it you’re the only one who believes that?”
“Because I’m the only one whose cock you suck.”
“Oh, yes, that.” Nigel pressed his face against Woody’s stomach to hide his smile. Woody talking dirty was such a cheap, wonderful thrill. Nigel slid up and kissed Woody on the mouth. “So then, have you forgotten all about your horrific day of beauracracy and pain?”
Woody wrapped his hand around Nigel’s cock and pulled upwards. “Mostly.”
Nigel rolled his hips forward. “Guess we’ll have to go again.”
“Guess so.”
Author: Perpetual Motion
Fandom: Crossing Jordan
Pairing: Woody/Nigel
Rating: R
Summary: The men together in eight drabbles.
Dis: Not mine. NBC’s. I’m making no money from this.
Author’s Notes: Drabbles! For
julianlee, miriam_heddy, and the other boys and girls who enjoy the fandom so much.All of our Adventures Together
By Perpetual Motion
“I’m going to shoot my eye out.”
“You are not.” Woody stepped behind Nigel and positioned his arms. “Elbows locked. Eyes on the target.”
“I’m going to shoot my eye out.”
“If you do, it’s not from lack of better advice.” Woody pressed his toe against Nigel’s heel. “Spread your legs a little.”
“Why, Detective Hoyt-“
“Do not finish that sentence, or I’ll make *sure* you shoot your eye out.”
“Spoilsport.”
“Perv. Fire the gun.”
Nigel fired with his elbows locked and almost hit the target. “We may need the broad side of a barn.”
“I know a good one in Wisconsin.”
*
“Mom, Dad, this is Nigel.” Woody watched his parents try not to look shocked. Nigel’s ‘Nuke the New Kids’ T-shirt probably wasn’t helping.
Nigel gave his ‘innocent’ smile. “Nice to meet you.”
Mr. Hoyt recovered first. “You, too. You’re an ME, right?”
“Yeah, I’m incognito today.”
Woody snorted. “Don’t buy it; his work clothes are just as bad.”
“We can’t all look suave in suits, Woodrow.”
“You wear a suit; I’ll salsa in the morgue with you.”
“Don’t take that bet,” Mrs. Hoyt smiled at Nigel. “He’s got no rhythm.”
Nigel gave Woody a look. “Are you *sure* you’re gay?”
“Last I checked.”
*
“You have got to be kidding.”
“There are four hundred men here; they won’t all be watching.”
“I don’t feel like getting mocked by anyone who *is* watching.”
Nigel licked Woody’s ear. “Please.”
“No.”
“I’ll owe you.”
Woody’s thighs clenched involuntarily. Nigel always paid his debts in very interesting ways. “Promise.”
“My word as a queer and a gentleman.”
“One out of two isn’t bad.” Woody let himself be pulled up from the table and to the dance floor. He laced his fingers with Nigel’s when they curled around his hips and let Nigel lead him to the beat.
*
“Goddamn dead guys.”
Woody poked Nigel’s ribs. “Get up.”
Nigel yawned. “I’m getting there.” He sat up and reached for his pants. His pager went off again. “I’m *coming*.”
Woody sat up and licked the back of Nigel’s neck. “Not yet.” He fell back against the pillows.
“That’s just *mean*.” Nigel pulled on his shirt and turned around. He moaned at the sight of Woody bare-chested against blue sheets. “Want some company?”
“I’d love some.” Woody spread his legs. Nigel licked his bottom lip. “Shame you have to go.” Woody closed his legs.
Nigel pointed at Woody. “You’ll pay.
*
Nigel’s hand was clammy in Woody’s. Woody wasn’t sure if it was because of the hole in his arm or the fact that they were sitting in a church. “I’m okay, Nigel.”
“Yeah.” Nigel squeezed Woody’s hand and looked up at the ceiling. “I don’t really believe in all this.”
Woody looked around the church. “Thanks for coming with me.”
They sat in silence while Nigel memorized the ceiling pattern and Woody gave silent thanks for near-sighted men with guns and extra-warm Englishmen with comforting hands. “What do you believe in?”
Nigel breathed deep. “Science, punk, and us.’
*
“You two are so adorable.”
Woody raised his eyebrows. “Adorable?”
“That’s Lily’s form of ‘you’re a wonderful couple’. Take the compliment.” Nigel put the pot of stew in the middle of the table and swatted Woody on the butt. “Bowls.”
“Yes, Sir.” Woody mock-saluted and walked into the kitchen.
Lily beamed at Nigel. “You’re domesticated.”
Nigel grinned. “Maybe a little.”
“Maybe a lot.” Woody handed bowls around, licked the first spoon in his hand, and stuck it to Nigel’s nose. “You’re whipped.”
The spoon dangled from Nigel’s nose. “Maybe a lot.”
Lily laughed. “Like I said; you’re a wonderful couple.”
*
“Where is he?”
Jordan kept from grinning by sheer force. “Autopsy two.”
“He was half-dead when we got up this morning. How did he get here?”
“I think he called a cab.” Jordan’s grin escaped.
“Has anyone taken his temperature?”
And widened. “Not yet, but now that you’re here to mother hen-“
“Jordan, go away.”
“See you.”
Woody threw open the door and pointed at Nigel. “You. Bed. Now.”
Nigel looked up from the chest cavity he was searching. “Hold on.” He pulled a large bullet out of soft tissue.
Woody waited until it was in a pan. “Bed. *Now*.”
*
“Feel better?”
Woody moaned a reply and stretched. “You are *brilliant*.”
“Why is it you’re the only one who believes that?”
“Because I’m the only one whose cock you suck.”
“Oh, yes, that.” Nigel pressed his face against Woody’s stomach to hide his smile. Woody talking dirty was such a cheap, wonderful thrill. Nigel slid up and kissed Woody on the mouth. “So then, have you forgotten all about your horrific day of beauracracy and pain?”
Woody wrapped his hand around Nigel’s cock and pulled upwards. “Mostly.”
Nigel rolled his hips forward. “Guess we’ll have to go again.”
“Guess so.”
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on 2005-01-07 11:31 pm (UTC)“Spread your legs a little.”
Woody’s thighs clenched involuntarily.
“Yes, Sir.”
Nigel rolled his hips forward.
“I’m *coming*.”
I am such an evilwench...sorry... snow days do very strange things to be... XD
I love that “If you do, it’s not from lack of better advice.” Woody pressed his toe against Nigel’s heel. “Spread your legs a little.”
“Why, Detective Hoyt-“ part. It's GREAT.
You rule.
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on 2005-01-08 04:29 am (UTC)Damn.
Only in slash do I get off on men with guns.
'Cause you know Nigel, being a military man, would be a good shot.
Lovely!
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on 2009-04-08 11:46 pm (UTC)DED!!!!:D :D :DDDDD