Pairings :Harrison/Ironhorse (implied)
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Category: slash m/m
Rating:R (language)
Spoilers:War Of The Worlds Series
Summary:Ironhorse needs a helping hand.
Notes: A drabble. If stories of a loving
caring relation of two men bother you then this may not be the story for
you.
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Disclaimers:Written for fun not profit. The characters
are borrowed not owned. All mistakes are my own.
No copyright infringements intended
Status: Complete, 2001
"Just A Hand"
By T.R. Gardner
"Come on Harrison, it will
only take a minute." Paul asked for
the millionth time. "No Paul, I'm busy. Can't you
see I
working." "But I'm hot. I need your help. I did break
my arm,
remember." He says in a whine. "I can't believe you.
You do have
two hands, you know." "It to awkward to do with my left
hand.
Besides your hands are bigger and you have a better grip than
I do
with my left hand." He wheedles. "NO, Paul!" I shout.
"Harrison,
I'm so hot and I really, really need you. Please.
I know you like
doing it." He continues unrelenting. I look at the
mounds of
paperwork and computer print out and try one more time but my
patients is starting to run thin with my unruly lover.
"I have to
get this information ready for General Wilson. You are
just going to
have to do it your self." "But." I don't even let him finish.
"No
Paul this is not the time." "Harrison, I have most of the
work
done. All you have to do is grab it and twist it
then pull and then
it will be over." He says petulantly. "God Damn it.
FINE", I say,
as I slam my pen on the desk. "I'll change the oil in the jeep."
The End.
Got ya. Tee Hee :>)