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Title: Won't Look At You {Don't Call My Name}
Author:
thegraduate09
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Fandom: iCarly
Pairing: Sam/Freddie
Rating: Mature
Summary: They're in college, and alcohol is Bad.
Author's Note: Sort of femmeslash in this chapter, not by my standards but maybe by yours, so be warned. And a little Carly, but I'm having trouble injecting her into stories without her being a Plot Device, so. This is an experiment anyways, so I'll try it here. Cussing, too, because you know Sam would in the real world, and what else... The wrist thing! I read that in a kinkmeme piece, or possibly just a piece of smut once, and it stuck in my head like crazy. So. If you're ever written that, consider this a tribute to You, in all your awesome. Bye.
Turns out, you started a vicious cycle. You smirk when you call it that, you're the vicious, he's the cycle. You make a crack about that chip in his head degrading into a bad-influence seeking missile the first time he seems to seek you out at a party, but it works out fine - he's convincing when he says 'don't apologize, just sleep with me' which you happen to like better anyways, except for the wondering when he grew enough of a pair to say anything like that before you remember - liquid courage. Well, if anyone needs it, it's the nub. Even if he did say 'Okay, fine, but I'm only drinking this once, Sam.' She smirks at that, too, or maybe at his mouth on the inside of her wrist, she's not sure. Pretty blurry world.
You write that off. Twice? You've done a lot weirder things with a lot weirder people twice and then never again.
But then he messes up that thought too, it's almost like he's trying to ruin your excuses, hasn't he learned not to do that? God. At the third party, you very determinedly Do Not sleep with him. (that thing in the upstairs bathroom doesn't count, you were ambushed and it wasn't even really sex anyways. Technically.)
Party four you bring a date - a girl, because the guys at this school are definitely boring, and the two of you together are a total crowd parting influence like fucking Moses, and it gives you so many more mocking opportunities with him.
Not to mention she's well aware the difference between a screw and a relationship. Unlike some people.
()
A girl. She brought a girl. And just when you thought you were getting somewhere, that time before the last, she'd even let you go slowly instead of rushed. You don't know how to compete with a girl, you don't think you can. Even if you could manage to close your mouth and get staring. You exit this party early, going home to a cold shower with a bad taste in your mouth. You amuse yourself slightly, grimly, following the train of thought of that old woman who swallowed a fly, maybe that's all you did, maybe you'lll die.
You don't die, after all, but you got the message as thoroughly as possible, and you don't go to the next two parties. You can't tell Carly when she arrives all in a flurry of excitement, begging you to be some sort of chaperone - ha, clearly you've proven you're irresponsible - and your study excuse falls fifteen stories out a window flat.
Maybe with her there, you won't make a fool of yourself. Maybe.
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Fandom: iCarly
Pairing: Sam/Freddie
Rating: Mature
Summary: They're in college, and alcohol is Bad.
Author's Note: Sort of femmeslash in this chapter, not by my standards but maybe by yours, so be warned. And a little Carly, but I'm having trouble injecting her into stories without her being a Plot Device, so. This is an experiment anyways, so I'll try it here. Cussing, too, because you know Sam would in the real world, and what else... The wrist thing! I read that in a kinkmeme piece, or possibly just a piece of smut once, and it stuck in my head like crazy. So. If you're ever written that, consider this a tribute to You, in all your awesome. Bye.
Turns out, you started a vicious cycle. You smirk when you call it that, you're the vicious, he's the cycle. You make a crack about that chip in his head degrading into a bad-influence seeking missile the first time he seems to seek you out at a party, but it works out fine - he's convincing when he says 'don't apologize, just sleep with me' which you happen to like better anyways, except for the wondering when he grew enough of a pair to say anything like that before you remember - liquid courage. Well, if anyone needs it, it's the nub. Even if he did say 'Okay, fine, but I'm only drinking this once, Sam.' She smirks at that, too, or maybe at his mouth on the inside of her wrist, she's not sure. Pretty blurry world.
You write that off. Twice? You've done a lot weirder things with a lot weirder people twice and then never again.
But then he messes up that thought too, it's almost like he's trying to ruin your excuses, hasn't he learned not to do that? God. At the third party, you very determinedly Do Not sleep with him. (that thing in the upstairs bathroom doesn't count, you were ambushed and it wasn't even really sex anyways. Technically.)
Party four you bring a date - a girl, because the guys at this school are definitely boring, and the two of you together are a total crowd parting influence like fucking Moses, and it gives you so many more mocking opportunities with him.
Not to mention she's well aware the difference between a screw and a relationship. Unlike some people.
()
A girl. She brought a girl. And just when you thought you were getting somewhere, that time before the last, she'd even let you go slowly instead of rushed. You don't know how to compete with a girl, you don't think you can. Even if you could manage to close your mouth and get staring. You exit this party early, going home to a cold shower with a bad taste in your mouth. You amuse yourself slightly, grimly, following the train of thought of that old woman who swallowed a fly, maybe that's all you did, maybe you'lll die.
You don't die, after all, but you got the message as thoroughly as possible, and you don't go to the next two parties. You can't tell Carly when she arrives all in a flurry of excitement, begging you to be some sort of chaperone - ha, clearly you've proven you're irresponsible - and your study excuse falls fifteen stories out a window flat.
Maybe with her there, you won't make a fool of yourself. Maybe.
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Date: 2010-06-27 04:53 am (UTC)I'm really enjoying this series and hope you update soon. :)