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moonlettuce) wrote2007-08-26 01:30 am
moonlettuce) wrote2007-08-26 01:30 am
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Hairspray Fic - Corny/Link
I have accepted the fact that I'm going to hell for lusting after Zac Efron, and figure I may as well have fun on the way there...
Title: Conjugate
Author: Claire
Pairing: Corny Collins/Link Larkin
Rating: R
Spoilers: None, set before the movie
Author Notes: This is entirely all![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ravurian's fault *grin*
It's late when Link leaves the studio one night, stopped by the light on in Corny's dressing room, a small inch of light blazing out into the dark corridor where Corny hasn't shut the door properly. And Link's not going to disturb him, just leave and head home, but when he walks past he can hear sounds, low and breathy, and he knows what they are because he's a seventeen year old boy and how can he not recognise that sound?
So he looks. Even though he knows he shouldn't, knows it's an invasion of Corny's privacy, he looks through the door to the reflection in the large mirror hanging on the wall. Watches as Corny's hand moves over flesh, eyes closed and head tilted back, soft moans coming from his barely parted lips. Link bites his lower lip, shifting his stance slightly, tight trousers feeling even more constricted than normal. He wishes he could open the door further, see into the room without having to use the mirror but he doesn't dare move.
The reflection of Corny moves, shifts on its chair, legs spreading further and touch quickening.
Link's hand steals down, palm resting against the hardness pushing at his trousers, and as a final, sharp groan comes from Corny, Link pushes, white hot liquid pleasure shooting through him. And his eyes must have closed, because when he opens them Corny's eyes meet his in the mirror, wide and knowing.
Link staggers back, hears his name called but doesn't stop as he all but runs from the studio, legs shaky and trousers damp and a small thrum of want still running through him.
*
The next day, Link doesn't go to the studio with the others after school. He sits in his car and waits, timing it so that he moves into position just before they're counted in and Baltimore starts watching. He knows his legs are moving, but he's pretty sure that the frowns Mrs Von Tussle keeps throwing in his direction means he's nowhere near the steps he should be.
Through it all he can feel Corny's eyes on him, watching every misstep, and Link wonders what Corny would say if Link told him why. Told him that the moves won't come because his brain's too tired to work. Just walked right up to Corny and told him that he didn't sleep last night because every time he closed his eyes he could see Corny in his dressing room. Wonders what Corny would say if he knew Link wanted to see it again.
Only he shouldn't want it. Shouldn't want it because he has Amber, with her perfect hair and her perfect smile with her chemical strawberry kisses.
"Link!"
The growl coming from Amber makes him realise he's missed another move, left her with her hand reaching out to him while all the other couples are dancing together. He takes her hand and spins her, at least two seconds behind everyone else and ignoring the smirks Shelley and IQ are giving them. But the song's almost over and he's past caring about keeping time now. Just wants it to be done, wants Corny to finish singing and move back to his podium, back to where Link can ignore him for the rest of the show.
But no one's listening to what Link wants today, and as the group close around Corny for the end of the song, the older man smoothly moves around Amber so he's standing beside Link. The jostling to be on camera is forcing them closer together and Corny's arm brushes Link's, hand reaching out to the small of Link's back, steadying him as Fender pushes him.
The touch is gone as quickly as it arrived, but Link can still feel the heat of Corny's hand through his clothes. Feels it throughout the show, burning into his skin. Feels it as the cameras turn off and Amber glares at him, berating him for the opening number. Feels it when he turns away from Amber and looks over to see Corny watching them.
"I'll see you at school tomorrow, Amber." Link walks away from her, ignoring the splutter of complaint.
Walks away from Amber and over to Corny, who meets his gaze and raises an eyebrow, question written in the look he's giving Link.
And Link just nods, and follows Corny back to his dressing room.
*
Link's not sure what to do once he's in Corny's dressing room, is about to turn around and say that he needs to go when Corny closes the door. The click of the lock on the dressing room door is too loud in the silence and Link is sure everyone still in the studio will have heard it, will know exactly where he is and why he's there.
He can hear Corny behind him, watches the reflection in the mirror that shows Corny moving closer, feels the heat against his back as Corny presses against him.
"Corny--"
A hand runs down his arm, fingers circling his wrist and thumb rubbing circles on his skin. "Shh, you're okay."
Of course he is. He's Link Larkin, lead male dancer on the most popular TV show in Baltimore with his perfect girlfriend. Of course he's okay. He's always okay.
Corny's fingers tighten slightly, and if he can feel the trembling that Link's telling himself isn't running through him, then Corny isn't saying anything.
The hand moves from Link's wrist, moves across his hip to the front of his trousers and fingers popping open the buttons with ease. Another hand on his side steadies him as his zipper is lowered excruciatingly slowly.
"Open your eyes."
Corny's voice is quiet, barely audible, as the words are murmured into his ear, hot breath ghosting over him. Only Link hadn't realised he'd closed them, so he does as Corny asks. Opens his eyes and looks into the mirror in front of them. Looks and sees himself, flush travelling over his skin and Corny pressed behind him, hand sliding inside Link's now open trousers.
And Link thinks that maybe he should stop this, should say something and leave, but then Corny's fingers are wrapped around him. Broad, steady fingers releasing his flesh to the air and all thoughts in Link's mind vanish.
Corny's touch is without hesitation and Link wonders if Corny knows that he's the first person to touch Link like this, apart from Link himself. But this is nothing like the quick fumbling Link does in his room, his fingers moving over himself harsh and quickly, always scared in case his mother comes in. Corny is careful, unfaltering, thumb brushing over Link as his hand slicks over flesh with a surety Link himself has never had.
The hand holding his hip tightens as Corny starts to move against him. Link can feel the hardness even through the layers of clothes they're both wearing. Feel the hardness against him as the hand moves from his hip to his stomach and Corny presses him back, forcing them closer together, and Link wishes they were doing this without clothes. He wants to feel Corny's skin against his; wants to feel Corny against him in the way he's never wanted to feel Amber.
And he wants Corny to move faster, wants to beg. But he's Link Larkin and he doesn't beg, only--
"Please."
The hand on his flesh quickens and Link can feel it pooling in his stomach, the pleasure, the want, can feel the stuttering of the hips behind him, as Corny grinds his body into Link's ass.
"Now," Corny whispers, his fingers tightening, sharp and there.
And Link comes undone.
~
Title: Conjugate
Author: Claire
Pairing: Corny Collins/Link Larkin
Rating: R
Spoilers: None, set before the movie
Author Notes: This is entirely all
ravurian's fault *grin*It's late when Link leaves the studio one night, stopped by the light on in Corny's dressing room, a small inch of light blazing out into the dark corridor where Corny hasn't shut the door properly. And Link's not going to disturb him, just leave and head home, but when he walks past he can hear sounds, low and breathy, and he knows what they are because he's a seventeen year old boy and how can he not recognise that sound?
So he looks. Even though he knows he shouldn't, knows it's an invasion of Corny's privacy, he looks through the door to the reflection in the large mirror hanging on the wall. Watches as Corny's hand moves over flesh, eyes closed and head tilted back, soft moans coming from his barely parted lips. Link bites his lower lip, shifting his stance slightly, tight trousers feeling even more constricted than normal. He wishes he could open the door further, see into the room without having to use the mirror but he doesn't dare move.
The reflection of Corny moves, shifts on its chair, legs spreading further and touch quickening.
Link's hand steals down, palm resting against the hardness pushing at his trousers, and as a final, sharp groan comes from Corny, Link pushes, white hot liquid pleasure shooting through him. And his eyes must have closed, because when he opens them Corny's eyes meet his in the mirror, wide and knowing.
Link staggers back, hears his name called but doesn't stop as he all but runs from the studio, legs shaky and trousers damp and a small thrum of want still running through him.
*
The next day, Link doesn't go to the studio with the others after school. He sits in his car and waits, timing it so that he moves into position just before they're counted in and Baltimore starts watching. He knows his legs are moving, but he's pretty sure that the frowns Mrs Von Tussle keeps throwing in his direction means he's nowhere near the steps he should be.
Through it all he can feel Corny's eyes on him, watching every misstep, and Link wonders what Corny would say if Link told him why. Told him that the moves won't come because his brain's too tired to work. Just walked right up to Corny and told him that he didn't sleep last night because every time he closed his eyes he could see Corny in his dressing room. Wonders what Corny would say if he knew Link wanted to see it again.
Only he shouldn't want it. Shouldn't want it because he has Amber, with her perfect hair and her perfect smile with her chemical strawberry kisses.
"Link!"
The growl coming from Amber makes him realise he's missed another move, left her with her hand reaching out to him while all the other couples are dancing together. He takes her hand and spins her, at least two seconds behind everyone else and ignoring the smirks Shelley and IQ are giving them. But the song's almost over and he's past caring about keeping time now. Just wants it to be done, wants Corny to finish singing and move back to his podium, back to where Link can ignore him for the rest of the show.
But no one's listening to what Link wants today, and as the group close around Corny for the end of the song, the older man smoothly moves around Amber so he's standing beside Link. The jostling to be on camera is forcing them closer together and Corny's arm brushes Link's, hand reaching out to the small of Link's back, steadying him as Fender pushes him.
The touch is gone as quickly as it arrived, but Link can still feel the heat of Corny's hand through his clothes. Feels it throughout the show, burning into his skin. Feels it as the cameras turn off and Amber glares at him, berating him for the opening number. Feels it when he turns away from Amber and looks over to see Corny watching them.
"I'll see you at school tomorrow, Amber." Link walks away from her, ignoring the splutter of complaint.
Walks away from Amber and over to Corny, who meets his gaze and raises an eyebrow, question written in the look he's giving Link.
And Link just nods, and follows Corny back to his dressing room.
*
Link's not sure what to do once he's in Corny's dressing room, is about to turn around and say that he needs to go when Corny closes the door. The click of the lock on the dressing room door is too loud in the silence and Link is sure everyone still in the studio will have heard it, will know exactly where he is and why he's there.
He can hear Corny behind him, watches the reflection in the mirror that shows Corny moving closer, feels the heat against his back as Corny presses against him.
"Corny--"
A hand runs down his arm, fingers circling his wrist and thumb rubbing circles on his skin. "Shh, you're okay."
Of course he is. He's Link Larkin, lead male dancer on the most popular TV show in Baltimore with his perfect girlfriend. Of course he's okay. He's always okay.
Corny's fingers tighten slightly, and if he can feel the trembling that Link's telling himself isn't running through him, then Corny isn't saying anything.
The hand moves from Link's wrist, moves across his hip to the front of his trousers and fingers popping open the buttons with ease. Another hand on his side steadies him as his zipper is lowered excruciatingly slowly.
"Open your eyes."
Corny's voice is quiet, barely audible, as the words are murmured into his ear, hot breath ghosting over him. Only Link hadn't realised he'd closed them, so he does as Corny asks. Opens his eyes and looks into the mirror in front of them. Looks and sees himself, flush travelling over his skin and Corny pressed behind him, hand sliding inside Link's now open trousers.
And Link thinks that maybe he should stop this, should say something and leave, but then Corny's fingers are wrapped around him. Broad, steady fingers releasing his flesh to the air and all thoughts in Link's mind vanish.
Corny's touch is without hesitation and Link wonders if Corny knows that he's the first person to touch Link like this, apart from Link himself. But this is nothing like the quick fumbling Link does in his room, his fingers moving over himself harsh and quickly, always scared in case his mother comes in. Corny is careful, unfaltering, thumb brushing over Link as his hand slicks over flesh with a surety Link himself has never had.
The hand holding his hip tightens as Corny starts to move against him. Link can feel the hardness even through the layers of clothes they're both wearing. Feel the hardness against him as the hand moves from his hip to his stomach and Corny presses him back, forcing them closer together, and Link wishes they were doing this without clothes. He wants to feel Corny's skin against his; wants to feel Corny against him in the way he's never wanted to feel Amber.
And he wants Corny to move faster, wants to beg. But he's Link Larkin and he doesn't beg, only--
"Please."
The hand on his flesh quickens and Link can feel it pooling in his stomach, the pleasure, the want, can feel the stuttering of the hips behind him, as Corny grinds his body into Link's ass.
"Now," Corny whispers, his fingers tightening, sharp and there.
And Link comes undone.
~