My first and only foray into male slash
Oct. 14th, 2004 04:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maudite_a_deuxI present to you: Al Franken/Bill O'Reilly, posted from my other lj account. I mean, is that line a fanfic challenge waiting to happen, or what?
"Look at Al Franken, one day he's going to get a knock on his door and life as he's known it will change forever." -- Bill O'Reilly
When Al Franken opened his door on a cold, rainy night in November, the last thing he expected to see was his old nemesis. There he stood, though: Bill O'Reilly, his conservative gray suit soaked through and clinging to his aging but still-athletic frame, raindrops glistening in his thinning light brown hair. The older man wore a look of such disturbing intensity that he took an involuntary step back.
He had no time to consider what that expression might mean. O'Reilly, quick as a cat, matched his instinctive retreat, advancing on him with an almost predatory gleam in his watery blue eyes. Then those powerful arms were around him, drawing him close, crushing the breath from his lungs as O'Reilly's lips came down fiercely upon his in a searing kiss that shook the younger man to his very foundations. As O'Reilly's hot tongue thrust impatiently into his mouth, two thoughts battled for supremacy in the chaotic swirl of Al's mind: Is that pot on his breath? and the knowledge that life as he'd known it had changed forever.
"Look at Al Franken, one day he's going to get a knock on his door and life as he's known it will change forever." -- Bill O'Reilly
When Al Franken opened his door on a cold, rainy night in November, the last thing he expected to see was his old nemesis. There he stood, though: Bill O'Reilly, his conservative gray suit soaked through and clinging to his aging but still-athletic frame, raindrops glistening in his thinning light brown hair. The older man wore a look of such disturbing intensity that he took an involuntary step back.
He had no time to consider what that expression might mean. O'Reilly, quick as a cat, matched his instinctive retreat, advancing on him with an almost predatory gleam in his watery blue eyes. Then those powerful arms were around him, drawing him close, crushing the breath from his lungs as O'Reilly's lips came down fiercely upon his in a searing kiss that shook the younger man to his very foundations. As O'Reilly's hot tongue thrust impatiently into his mouth, two thoughts battled for supremacy in the chaotic swirl of Al's mind: Is that pot on his breath? and the knowledge that life as he'd known it had changed forever.
