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reddwarfslashA collection of moments of a sensual nature, with various pairings. Some rated as high as R. Mostly Rimmer/Lister, but there's a Lister/Cat, a Rimmer/Rimmer and a Lister/Lister in there too, among other things. ;)
1
In a way, Rimmer is glad he can't do anything but watch Lister, because if he could touch him, the things he fears he'd do with tongues and hands to that soft-strong young body frankly scares the hell out of him. Just watching, as he does now, unable to close his mouth completely, as Lister rushes about jabbering on about one thing or another, is more than enough. He needs to keep telling himself that.
2
There is hardly any water left to recycle on Starbug, but Lister doesn't care. He needs this. The alternatives would be... Well, there are no alternatives, are there? Nevertheless, as he stands there underneath the trickle of ice-cold water that runs in tiny droplets down over his shivering skin, eyes closed, hugging himself, he can't help thinking of them.
3
In the first long, agonizing months after Rimmer's death, he found no end of annoyance in the fact that Lister would forget that he was intangible, and do things like lean on a bit of wall where his arm was pretending to rest, or try to slap right through his back, or trip a leg that just could not be tripped. Now, as Lister brushed and bumped against him constantly; his hand grazing a thigh or a buttock with a confused and hurried "sorry" as they made their way down the corridors of Legion's station, Rimmer wasn't so sure this was better after all.
4
Somehow, standing naked in the Captain's office doesn't feel quite as bad as it might have done to Lister as he feels Rimmer's arm pressing against his, and knows that the other man is just as naked and hairless as him. As they are marched off to get dressed, and given a blessed few seconds of a breather, he can't help but lean his chin against Rimmer's shoulder, just for a moment, and close his eyes. It feels almost like home.
5
Rimmer doesn't go into a crazed feeding-frenzy when they get to Starbug. Not that there's much to eat, anyway, but even so, Lister is surprised. That is, until he comes into the kitchen unexpected, and sees the now hard-light hologram clutching a raw carrot in his left hand; licking up and down its sides and making sounds like he is sampling something else entirely. Of course, then he looks down and sees what the other hand is doing...
6
It never ceases to amaze Rimmer how Lister can be so nonchalantly naked - how he can just walk around in his underwear like he does now, stretching his arm behind his back to scratch some itch Rimmer doesn't particularly want to think about all that much, just like he doesn't want to think about the way Lister's boxers move against his body as he does so. He probably doesn't even consider this state of undress "naked". Rimmer crosses his legs with a painful expression, and almost wishes he could think like Lister does.
7
He's curious. Who could blame him? Certainly not his higher self, who merely smiles as Lister sneaks a hand underneath his robe, mouth open in surprise and wonder and dawning lust. When their lips meet, there is only joy.
8
The sink feels cold and clammy when Rimmer's - no, Lister's - early-morning erection bumps against it as Rimmer attempts to brush the teeth of the body he is currently occupying. The sensation is... More-ish, despite the tight white underpants between member and plasti-crete surface, and Rimmer makes a face, trying to concentrate. Then he makes the mistake of looking at the aroused face in the mirror. The toothbrush falls.
9
Rimmer watches himself undress and wonders why he suddenly feels like taking a shower too. It would certainly conserve water, except they won't need water for a holographic shower, will they? Come to that; why is his other self undressing at all? And what is he looking at him like that?
10
The Hole is dark, and smells of all the things that reminds you why you were afraid of basements when you were young, so it is only natural for them to huddle together for warmth and comfort, isn't it? And even though this isn't his Rimmer, not the one he uselessly lusted after for so many years, it isn't wrong for Lister to try to shift so that their faces are touching, to sneak his arm into such a position that he is almost hugging this man who is not what he really needs, not what he really wants, but the only viable substitute - that's not wrong... Is it?
11
Rimmer's neck tastes like salt and skin, and everything you would expect a human neck to taste like, and Lister has just about time to ponder this as his tonge skirts the hologram's collar, before his thoughts become simplified into wants and needs and the actions, and the execution thereof.
12
What Lister really wants is not this dark, shining skin, rough, lapping tongue, impossibly neat hair he is not allowed to touch, above lust-filled, but haughty eyes. But what Lister wants is not available, and so, as you do, he takes what he can get. And as substitutes go, he has to admit, feeling far too many nipples poke perkily against his naked chest, this is not a bad one.
13
Number One takes care not to stand too close to the Captain. They'd agreed, after all. This was for the best. As he said, waiting for copies and all that. Dashed awkward. But the smell of him, so close; their arms almost touching... Damn and blast, how he misses his squirrel!
14
Spanners is able to resist him, and that strange and wonderful fact is a large chunk of the reason why Ace wants to drag him out from under that smooth, stream-lined ship (which is only marginally less alluring than the man working underneath it), and shag him senseless. After all, he reasons, licking his lips, he's a grown man. He can butter his bread on both sides if he wants to.
15
It's not the first night Lister has drunk himself into oblivion and fallen asleep on Rimmer's bunk, pinning the hologram's light bee to the bed, but it is the first time that Rimmer, overlapping the body on top of him almost entirely, has gotten drunk himself by ways of a silent, undignified protest. And it is certainly the first time, his mental defenses and barriers now dissolved in alcohol, Rimmer slowly reaches for his now quite sizable erection through the other man, aching with want and praying Lister doesn't wake up just yet.
16
Still not entirely comfortable with the idea of the two of them, Rimmer can't help but shift a little and stiffen as Lister comes up to stand behind him by the view-port, reaching around his waist with both arms to hold him close. And Rimmer feels that all-to-human heart-beat against his back, and smells the not-unpleasant scent that is Dave, and finally, finally relaxes, as the back of his neck is kissed, gently.
17
As he fights to hold Kochanski back, Lister likewise struggles to ignore the unignorable fact that he is not entirely unaffected by the virus himself. He concentrates on the woman thrashing about in his grasp, and forces himself to think of her; her naked, on top of him, pushing not to get away but to get closer, but as the image resolves in his mind it isn't her face he sees.
18
Lister's hands slide deftly over seams and underneath buttons; undoing clasps and pushing aside cloth, peeling off layer after layer. His eyes are on his work, for this is a job worth doing well. Rimmer breathes noisily through his nose, frustrated, but Lister just smiles, and goes slower. Slower still. Slower still.
19
Rimmer sees Ace slap Lister on the back as the two of them lean against one another conspiratorily, a sly smile on both their faces; Lister's tinted slightly with admiration. After a moment, they both laugh, chuckling and chortling until they bend over, and Lister's head flops onto Ace's shoulder, the smarmy git's hair brushing against Lister's nose, making him laugh more as it tickles. Neither of them have noticed that their hips are more or less attatched, side rubbing against side, thighs sliding up and down as they giggle. And Rimmer watches, hugging himself.
20
The world dissolves into their mutual climax; each one feeling the orgasm of the other as their own, and Rimmer, on top of Lister, switches to soft-light at just the right moment, when the spasms between them are at their peak, falling into Lister and surrounding him - utterly and completely. And Lister cries, clutching the light bee to his chest, but Rimmer had learned not to worry about that anymore; that there are some kinds of tears that are welcome, and he smiles.
1
In a way, Rimmer is glad he can't do anything but watch Lister, because if he could touch him, the things he fears he'd do with tongues and hands to that soft-strong young body frankly scares the hell out of him. Just watching, as he does now, unable to close his mouth completely, as Lister rushes about jabbering on about one thing or another, is more than enough. He needs to keep telling himself that.
2
There is hardly any water left to recycle on Starbug, but Lister doesn't care. He needs this. The alternatives would be... Well, there are no alternatives, are there? Nevertheless, as he stands there underneath the trickle of ice-cold water that runs in tiny droplets down over his shivering skin, eyes closed, hugging himself, he can't help thinking of them.
3
In the first long, agonizing months after Rimmer's death, he found no end of annoyance in the fact that Lister would forget that he was intangible, and do things like lean on a bit of wall where his arm was pretending to rest, or try to slap right through his back, or trip a leg that just could not be tripped. Now, as Lister brushed and bumped against him constantly; his hand grazing a thigh or a buttock with a confused and hurried "sorry" as they made their way down the corridors of Legion's station, Rimmer wasn't so sure this was better after all.
4
Somehow, standing naked in the Captain's office doesn't feel quite as bad as it might have done to Lister as he feels Rimmer's arm pressing against his, and knows that the other man is just as naked and hairless as him. As they are marched off to get dressed, and given a blessed few seconds of a breather, he can't help but lean his chin against Rimmer's shoulder, just for a moment, and close his eyes. It feels almost like home.
5
Rimmer doesn't go into a crazed feeding-frenzy when they get to Starbug. Not that there's much to eat, anyway, but even so, Lister is surprised. That is, until he comes into the kitchen unexpected, and sees the now hard-light hologram clutching a raw carrot in his left hand; licking up and down its sides and making sounds like he is sampling something else entirely. Of course, then he looks down and sees what the other hand is doing...
6
It never ceases to amaze Rimmer how Lister can be so nonchalantly naked - how he can just walk around in his underwear like he does now, stretching his arm behind his back to scratch some itch Rimmer doesn't particularly want to think about all that much, just like he doesn't want to think about the way Lister's boxers move against his body as he does so. He probably doesn't even consider this state of undress "naked". Rimmer crosses his legs with a painful expression, and almost wishes he could think like Lister does.
7
He's curious. Who could blame him? Certainly not his higher self, who merely smiles as Lister sneaks a hand underneath his robe, mouth open in surprise and wonder and dawning lust. When their lips meet, there is only joy.
8
The sink feels cold and clammy when Rimmer's - no, Lister's - early-morning erection bumps against it as Rimmer attempts to brush the teeth of the body he is currently occupying. The sensation is... More-ish, despite the tight white underpants between member and plasti-crete surface, and Rimmer makes a face, trying to concentrate. Then he makes the mistake of looking at the aroused face in the mirror. The toothbrush falls.
9
Rimmer watches himself undress and wonders why he suddenly feels like taking a shower too. It would certainly conserve water, except they won't need water for a holographic shower, will they? Come to that; why is his other self undressing at all? And what is he looking at him like that?
10
The Hole is dark, and smells of all the things that reminds you why you were afraid of basements when you were young, so it is only natural for them to huddle together for warmth and comfort, isn't it? And even though this isn't his Rimmer, not the one he uselessly lusted after for so many years, it isn't wrong for Lister to try to shift so that their faces are touching, to sneak his arm into such a position that he is almost hugging this man who is not what he really needs, not what he really wants, but the only viable substitute - that's not wrong... Is it?
11
Rimmer's neck tastes like salt and skin, and everything you would expect a human neck to taste like, and Lister has just about time to ponder this as his tonge skirts the hologram's collar, before his thoughts become simplified into wants and needs and the actions, and the execution thereof.
12
What Lister really wants is not this dark, shining skin, rough, lapping tongue, impossibly neat hair he is not allowed to touch, above lust-filled, but haughty eyes. But what Lister wants is not available, and so, as you do, he takes what he can get. And as substitutes go, he has to admit, feeling far too many nipples poke perkily against his naked chest, this is not a bad one.
13
Number One takes care not to stand too close to the Captain. They'd agreed, after all. This was for the best. As he said, waiting for copies and all that. Dashed awkward. But the smell of him, so close; their arms almost touching... Damn and blast, how he misses his squirrel!
14
Spanners is able to resist him, and that strange and wonderful fact is a large chunk of the reason why Ace wants to drag him out from under that smooth, stream-lined ship (which is only marginally less alluring than the man working underneath it), and shag him senseless. After all, he reasons, licking his lips, he's a grown man. He can butter his bread on both sides if he wants to.
15
It's not the first night Lister has drunk himself into oblivion and fallen asleep on Rimmer's bunk, pinning the hologram's light bee to the bed, but it is the first time that Rimmer, overlapping the body on top of him almost entirely, has gotten drunk himself by ways of a silent, undignified protest. And it is certainly the first time, his mental defenses and barriers now dissolved in alcohol, Rimmer slowly reaches for his now quite sizable erection through the other man, aching with want and praying Lister doesn't wake up just yet.
16
Still not entirely comfortable with the idea of the two of them, Rimmer can't help but shift a little and stiffen as Lister comes up to stand behind him by the view-port, reaching around his waist with both arms to hold him close. And Rimmer feels that all-to-human heart-beat against his back, and smells the not-unpleasant scent that is Dave, and finally, finally relaxes, as the back of his neck is kissed, gently.
17
As he fights to hold Kochanski back, Lister likewise struggles to ignore the unignorable fact that he is not entirely unaffected by the virus himself. He concentrates on the woman thrashing about in his grasp, and forces himself to think of her; her naked, on top of him, pushing not to get away but to get closer, but as the image resolves in his mind it isn't her face he sees.
18
Lister's hands slide deftly over seams and underneath buttons; undoing clasps and pushing aside cloth, peeling off layer after layer. His eyes are on his work, for this is a job worth doing well. Rimmer breathes noisily through his nose, frustrated, but Lister just smiles, and goes slower. Slower still. Slower still.
19
Rimmer sees Ace slap Lister on the back as the two of them lean against one another conspiratorily, a sly smile on both their faces; Lister's tinted slightly with admiration. After a moment, they both laugh, chuckling and chortling until they bend over, and Lister's head flops onto Ace's shoulder, the smarmy git's hair brushing against Lister's nose, making him laugh more as it tickles. Neither of them have noticed that their hips are more or less attatched, side rubbing against side, thighs sliding up and down as they giggle. And Rimmer watches, hugging himself.
20
The world dissolves into their mutual climax; each one feeling the orgasm of the other as their own, and Rimmer, on top of Lister, switches to soft-light at just the right moment, when the spasms between them are at their peak, falling into Lister and surrounding him - utterly and completely. And Lister cries, clutching the light bee to his chest, but Rimmer had learned not to worry about that anymore; that there are some kinds of tears that are welcome, and he smiles.
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Date: 2006-07-27 03:32 pm (UTC)Yum.
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Date: 2006-07-27 05:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-27 04:06 pm (UTC)They're all terrific. I'll drag out a few, though.
3 - Phew. The images! There is a fic there, too. *hm*
4 - he can't help but lean his chin against Rimmer's shoulder, just for a moment, and close his eyes - Is this about Rimmer and Lister? :)
5 - Carrot porn! *fans*
7, 9 - Oh, man. There is highhintfic there.
10 - *heartbreak*
13 - *dies laughing* Oh, that's love.
14 - Breadporn! There must be a pic.
15 - *shiver*
17 - You know, I've had bunnies running around my head as to why Lister didn't jump Rimmer. After all, the virus worked on the male prisoners...
19 - Perfect.
20 - There's something a little disturbing about the image, but you have a way of making it sweet. ;)
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Date: 2006-07-27 06:43 pm (UTC)Yeah, there's ficcage all over this. Some are ideas I've had at some point, but I've tried to tweak them so I won't repeat myself if I do write them. You KNOW I want to write something with Number One and The Squirrel. Maybe as a sort of parody of a certain other relationship which is - of course - entirely fictional? Oh, the evil.
Yes, well, 15... *cough*
As for 20, I've had that idea since forever. I just seems like a beautiful thing in my mind - the ultimate closeness. I can see how it might weird Rimmer out though. Hm.
Delighted you liked them. :)
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Date: 2006-07-27 08:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-28 10:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-27 05:30 pm (UTC)*stumbles back into conciosness*
Oh thank you, thank you for my Rimmer/Lister fix. God I needed that!
3 - Guh...
5 - Carrot!!! *faints again*
7,9 - Lister/Lister and Rimmer/Rimmer is yummy. And he is curious isn't he?
8 - *still unconcious*
10 - *reagins conciosness and starts to cry* That was just so beautiful. So sad.
13 - Wheee! Now that one made me laugh.
14 -
15 - *blinks* Erm...*blinks* Guh...*faint*
20 - That is just beautiful. Also, I love it when Rimmer smiles.
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Date: 2006-07-27 06:19 pm (UTC)There's just something about R/R and L/L, isn't there?
I love Number One. And his squirrel.
Hehehe... People seem to like 15. ;)
And Rimmer smiling is beyond good.
Thanks for feeding back!
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Date: 2006-07-27 06:05 pm (UTC)3 - Guh.
14 - And there's another porn icon in there. Now to find the pic... (Waitaminute. Use Talkie Toaster?)
15 - Somehow, someway, light-bee porn is my favorite. Mmmm.
19 - *giggles* Ah, Ace.
20 - Guh. Awww.
Loved 'em all. You rock.
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Date: 2006-07-27 06:35 pm (UTC)Yes, there is porn everywhere. EVERYWHERE! Of all kinds. Yes.
I like light-bee porn too.
Thanks for feeding back - glad you enjoyed them!
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Date: 2006-07-27 08:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-27 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-27 09:55 pm (UTC)We'll have to make a giant list of the porn we've found.
I liked light-bee porn since I found out that Rimmer had one. (And yes, Cold would do it for you.)
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Date: 2006-07-27 06:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-27 06:46 pm (UTC)That's great, thank you!
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Date: 2006-07-27 08:50 pm (UTC)Yummeh!!! The carrot one *giggles*. Righto ... brilliant, matey. Hee.
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Date: 2006-07-27 09:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-27 11:44 pm (UTC)#'s
3 -- They are so eternally awkward around each other.
4 -- Okay, I'm a sap. I know it. And now you know it too.
10 -- Aww. The difference the old and new is so minute at times, but it spans for miles at others, doesn't it?
13 -- There's something about this pairing!
16 -- It's by far my favorite. It's perfect!
18 -- Hmm... Layers and layers, and layers and layers...slower and slower... and slower and slower still... :: sigh :: *shakes head* Whoa! Where am I?
20 -- I definitely like the light bee fics. There just so vunerable about them.
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Date: 2006-07-28 12:01 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed them, thanks for the comments. :)
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Date: 2006-07-28 11:56 am (UTC)19- Aw, jealousy!fic. My favourite.*g* And you portray Rimmer's feelings and pain so well.*sniffle* I'd love to see a Lister POV for this one.*hinthint* ;-)
20- Just beautiful.*happy sigh*
Really enjoyed reading this, thanks!
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Date: 2006-07-28 06:12 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed reading it, thanks for feeding back!