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“Ready, Steady...” by laughingacademy
Title: “Ready, Steady...”
Author: laughingacademy
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kowalski/Fraser/Turnbull
Word Count: 100
Notes: Written for the Challenge challenge. Thematically, not all that far from my last story.
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“GO!”
Stetsons flew past Ray. The sound of their collision with the wall followed the shhhrack of Velcro and the thwip of bootlaces being yanked through grommets.
Whoa, Ray thought, the Mounties must be rubbing off on me. Ah ha ha ha. No, but really, when the hell did I learn the word “grommet”?
Meanwhile, boot heels thudded against hardwood. Buckles jingled softly. Zippers purred. Cloth rustled.
“Time!” shouted Turnbull, raising his hands above his head.
“Drat,” muttered Fraser, his thumbs tucked behind his boxers’ waistband.
Ray looked at the stopwatch. “Forty-nine seconds. A new record. Ready for your prize?”
Author: laughingacademy
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kowalski/Fraser/Turnbull
Word Count: 100
Notes: Written for the Challenge challenge. Thematically, not all that far from my last story.
* * *
“GO!”
Stetsons flew past Ray. The sound of their collision with the wall followed the shhhrack of Velcro and the thwip of bootlaces being yanked through grommets.
Whoa, Ray thought, the Mounties must be rubbing off on me. Ah ha ha ha. No, but really, when the hell did I learn the word “grommet”?
Meanwhile, boot heels thudded against hardwood. Buckles jingled softly. Zippers purred. Cloth rustled.
“Time!” shouted Turnbull, raising his hands above his head.
“Drat,” muttered Fraser, his thumbs tucked behind his boxers’ waistband.
Ray looked at the stopwatch. “Forty-nine seconds. A new record. Ready for your prize?”
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This cracked me up.
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<3
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*smacks self in forehead*
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