cabinpres_fic: (pic#1165825)cabinpres_fic ([personal profile] cabinpres_fic) wrote,
@ 2010-09-24 12:13 pm UTC
  • Previous Entry
  • Add to Memories
  • Tell someone about this!
  • Next Entry
Current mood: nervous
Entry tags:prompting part i

Please see the most recent MOD NOTE


(updated 6 June)

Welcome everybody. How you got here I have no idea but thank you for coming and welcome again, nonetheless . As you may have gathered this is a Fic Prompting Meme dedicated solely to the hilarious and oh-so-addictive BBC Radio 4 sitcom - Cabin Pressure. I'm aiming for this to be pretty anything goes - but in order for everything to run smoothly, there are a few guidelines. Don't worry - they're not too restrictive.


FILLING GUIDELINES



As you probably all know - our meme now has it's very own database created and maintained by the great Enigel. It both catalogues each and every prompt that we post and provides links to fills. You can find it here: Google Spreadsheet

We also have a Pinboard archive which has been put in place by the lovely [personal profile] oxfordtweed in the place of our late Delicious Archive. This Archive contains a list of all the prompts this meme has to offer - you can find it here: Pinboard Archive

This is a great step forward in making our meme just a little more organised (but not too organised of course. This is Cabin Pressure) which is always a good thing.

So in order to make things easier to archive - Please nest your fills.

This can be done by either posting each part as a reply to that part's immediate predecessor, OR by replying each time to Part I OR - well you get the idea :D

It makes it simpler for Enigel and myself to link fills in a clean and clear manner. Following these guildelines will be very much appreciated guys :D

REPROMPTING



Reprompting is allowed but please include the URL of the original prompt when you do so. It will make it infinitely more easy to Archive which would make both Enigel and I very happy :)

As for everything else



  1. Be respectful to one another. Disagreements are fine, but not everything disagreeable is trolling. If you suspect someone of trolling, just ignore it. If you cannot respond to a comment without attacking or trolling someone else, keep it to yourself.

  2. No bashing prompts. It might not be your cup of tea - but obviously someone wants it enough to go to the effort of requesting it. So just scroll past it.

  3. Prompt away as much as you like guys - seriously, go wild - but please try to fill as well.

    4. NEW - If your fill includes a major element that veers from the original prompt (crossovers, established universes, kinks, et cetera), please take a few moments to check with the OP that such additions are welcome. This has caused problems in the past and it only takes a few moments of your time.
  4. Please no RPF. I'm not trying to oppress you RPF writers and enthusiasts, I would just really like to avoid any legal problems.

  5. When you post a fill (or post a new part of a WIP) please go over to the Filled Prompts Post (if it is complete) or the WIP Post (if there are still more parts to come) and, following each post's guideline's, post a link to this fill or new part.


REALLY IMPORTANT ADDENDUM



According to numerous Child Safety laws it is illegal to provide pornographic material to minors. Seeing that the majority of the stuff we have here is rather adult in nature, this Meme is consequently an 18+ zone. Failing to comply to this rule could result in the Meme getting shut down. So if you're here and you're under 18 please back button now.

+ Please do not post anything regarding minors in a sexual situation. It really doesn't matter how tasteful or crass it is, there are laws that classify that sort of thing as child pornography and as such, I'm afraid we're going to have to go with the attitude that safe is better than sorry.

It really is VERY important that these rules are upheld as the consequences are severe.

Other than that - go crazy guys. Any problems please just message me and I'll try my best to work it out.



Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Prompt Index

Current Prompt Post | Current Chatter Post | WIP Post | Filled Prompts Post | Searching Post | Orphan Post | Page-a-Mod Post | FAQ | Beta/Concrit Post

[livejournal.com profile] cabin_pressure | Cabin Pressure @ AO3 | IRC Chat @ irc.ecnet.org #FittonATC

(Read 5946 comments) - (Post a new comment)
(Flat) (Top-level comments only)


(Anonymous)
2010-10-19 09:45 pm UTC (link)
I'd love me some Douglas angst. Specifically Douglas angsting over his lust for Martin.

(Reply to this)  (Thread) 


ext_96480: (Hear)


[identity profile] storylandqueen.livejournal.com
2010-10-20 08:41 pm UTC (link)
Ooh, I'd rather like this, myself.

(Reply to this)  (Thread from start)  (Parent) 



(Anonymous)
2010-10-21 07:26 pm UTC (link)
hmmm. how graphic are you willing for this to be, coz i may have an idea for it.

(Reply to this)  (Thread from start)  (Parent)  (Thread) 


OT here


(Anonymous)
2010-10-21 08:57 pm UTC (link)
I'm cool with however graphic (or not) you want to make it. Whatever you've got in mind, I hope you'll write it. :)

(Reply to this)  (Thread from start)  (Parent)  (Thread) 


Re: OT here


(Anonymous)
2010-10-21 09:00 pm UTC (link)
Or "OP" even... ;) *too tired to type*

(Reply to this)  (Thread from start)  (Parent) 


Fill: Part 1


(Anonymous)
2010-10-23 11:12 am UTC (link)
Not really sure about this, dunno if its what the OP (or OT :P) wanted but its taken me too long for me to scrap it so here we go. im sorry about the grammar mistakes (there will be many) and i dunno it if it went too IC at the end. see what you think.

He was moaning. It was such a delicious sound. A sound that he wanted to hear again and again and again. A sound he would never tire of. Martin’s skin was flushed a pale red, he had his eyes closed and there was a bead of sweat ambling its way down from his forehead, past his eye and down his cheek. Everything in his blissful expression was so inviting. He felt like he could drown in it and would have, happily.

“Oh God,” Martin cried out. He was writhing now and though all focus was on Martin’s face it was as though he could feel everything, everything he was doing to the captain splayed out in front of him. “Oh yes, God yes,” he continued, his breaths coming shorter and faster. The moaning increased in volume and pitch, and it was still the most magical sound he had ever heard. At least until “oh God, Douglas” spilled out of his gorgeous mouth.

His breath began hitching in a regular rhythm. His moans became animalistic grunts, but they lost none of their beauty. He was so close. So close...

The alarm broke through the dream like a knife, slashing away at the image of Martin lying on his bed moaning. Douglas snapped his head up from his pillow, painfully aware of the embarrassingly throbbing erection he now sported. This is not good, he thought mournfully, they’re getting worse. And they were. That was the third such dream that week, and it was only Tuesday.

Douglas looked around the small bedroom in the only slightly larger flat that Helena had relegated him to in a shocking dent to his pride, and his gaze rested squarely on his uniform, hanging up on the wardrobe door. He sighed; it was going to a long flight.

***
“Post take-off checks complete, Martin,” Douglas stated listlessly.

“That’s it?” Martin asked. “No sarcasm, no ‘post take off checks complete but bear in mind the second wing’s gone missing’ jokes you started last trip? Nothing?”

“I could tell you that I left half of the passengers’ luggage on the runway, but that’s true so it wouldn’t technically be a joke.” He couldn’t resist teasing Martin, it always seemed to improve his mood. Nevertheless his eyes were staying firmly on the horizon. I just hope Martin doesn’t notice, he thought.

Martin started chattering on about landings in crosswinds and how he needed to update the ops after Douglas scribbled out ‘captain dons cap’ in a fit of uncharacteristic petulance and all in all resolutely ignoring his first officer.

Well it hadn’t been a long shot had it, Douglas’ inner voice said with a hint of disdain.

“Douglas what may I ask is so interesting about the French Riviera?”

Ah, you’d better make this good. What am I saying; of course you’ll make this good. You just don’t want to.

“Sun, sea, sand, how often do we get to stare down one of the world’s most popular tourist destinations? We don’t have a bomb handy do we?”

“Douglas...”

“A sugar brick would do.”

“Douglas. Look at me.”

Reluctantly, not that he showed it, he pulled his eyes away and looked into Martins. Oh god. They were so bright. Alight with confusion, an expression Douglas was coming to love as Martin displayed it so often, almost as frequently as misery, but then Douglas loved that look on him too.

“Is there something wrong with my face?” Martin queried innocently.

“No,” Douglas assured too quickly. He went for an insult to clear the air. “Your brain maybe, but your face is fine.” Martin rolled his eyes.

“I don’t know what I bother,” he sighed.

“No,” Douglas replied, “nor do I.”

(Reply to this)  (Thread from start)  (Parent)  (Thread) 


Re: Fill: Part 2


(Anonymous)
2010-10-23 11:20 am UTC (link)
They lapsed into a silence that comforted both of them. Douglas returned to his thoughts of ridding the world of the French Riviera, and as many French people as he could cram in the region. And Martin, well Martin was worried. It was not a condition he was unfamiliar with, if anything it was how he spent his life: flitting from one worry to another. But he had never been worried about Douglas before. Worried about Douglas flying them into a mountain and getting them all killed yes, but never about the man himself. It was not a feeling he particularly liked.

“Two hours ‘til landing, Douglas.”
“Is it? That’s nice.”

Really not a feeling Martin liked.

***

“Carolyn!” Douglas shouted across the hotel lobby, if it could really be called a lobby or indeed a hotel, being small, run down and only a small step up from the Garibaldi. A small, baby step up. As in it didn’t have water running down one wall.

“Yes, did I hear an angered pilot calling? No? What a shame must be hearing things.”

“Carolyn, you have only booked three rooms. For four of us. Was that purposeful or did you have a rare lapse in counting ability?”

“On the contrary it was a typical consideration of our accommodation budget. You and Martin will share. Or else. Now is that everything, I am quite tired.”
“But it’s a double room, where are we going to sleep?”

“Oh work it out amongst yourselves; one of you can take the floor for all I care. Though looking at the lobby floor I wouldn’t advise it. Goodnight Douglas.”

“Carolyn. Carolyn!” she walked away towards the lift, he reached it just as the doors closed on her smug smile. He resisted the urge to scream as he saw Martin approach from behind him with both their bags and he felt a familiar sensation of butterflies in his stomach.

The dim light in the lobby really did suit him. It emphasised all his sharp angles and soft curves with dark shadow. Douglas felt his pulse begin to quicken. How am I going to get through tonight? he wondered mournfully.

“Well? What rooms are we in?”

“You mean room.”

“What?”

“Carolyn in a sudden and unprovoked economy drive has seen fit to only book us three rooms. Apparently we are sharing.”

“Oh. Ok. Uuuh, is there nothing you can do to change her mind?”

“’Fraid not. She has already ascended, in stark contrast to her real eventual fate, I fear.” Martin chuckled.

“I guess we’ll have to share then.” He smiled in a soft, warm way. A way that made Douglas’ insides clench painfully. It was going to be a very, very long night.

***

“Were you planning on taking a shower?” a voice enquired from the bathroom. Douglas sat on the double bet getting more and more nervous.

“What? Well I was. Why?”

“Well I wouldn’t if I were you. I’m not entirely sure what it is, but it’s definitely alive.”

Martin exited the bathroom, tentatively closed the door and made his was over to a chair, testing it with his foot before he sat down on it. He began unbuttoning the cuffs on his shirt and let them fall open away from his wrists as he placed his jacket on a hanger and lay his captain’s hat reverently on a table. Douglas couldn’t tear his eyes away. His wrists. They were just wrists but he suddenly felt that they were the most beautiful he had ever seen. Thin, like the rest of him, bony almost and somehow elegant. He felt his pulse quicken again. This is not good.

Martin continued unbuttoning his shirt slowly, almost seductively until it was fully open and his shrugged it off onto the chair. Oh god, why me? His was so thin there was almost nothing to him. He could nearly see his ribs and he just wanted to reach out and run his fingers down Martin’s flank, feel the skin twitch beneath his fingers and hear Martin mewl as Douglas knew he would. And that was it. He couldn’t stop the on rush of images that sprang to his mind after that. Every image of every dream he’d ever had about the man attached themselves to the forefront of his mind. Every freeze frame of Martin laying down naked, Martin smiling contentedly with half-lidded eyes, Martin writhing with his self control all but gone, Martin screaming out as he finished with Douglas’ name on his lips.

(Reply to this)  (Thread from start)  (Parent)  (Thread) 


Re: Fill: Part 3


(Anonymous)
2010-10-23 11:26 am UTC (link)
“Douglas?” Douglas snapped back to the present to see Martin staring down at him, still shirtless but now sporting an expression of intense concern. “Are you alright, Douglas?”

“Dinner,” Douglas blurted out incoherently before composing himself as Martin’s look changed to the one of confusion he’d become so fond of. “I mean I’m hungry. Let’s go to dinner.”

Martin made a face. “Not here you understand. There’s a restaurant down the road that looked safe enough.”

“Alright. I’m paying, I suppose.”

“Why Martin, you didn’t tell me you were psychic,” Douglas quipped. Martin merely chuckled.

***

They fell through the door laughing. It had been a good meal. Or at least they suspected it had been, there had been too much wine to really tell.

“That wasn’t bad,” Martin slurred.

“No. The second red was a particularly fine vintage.”

“I meant the food, Douglas.”

“How would you know, you’d had half a bottle of anti-freeze by the time it arrived.”

“Just because you don’t like white wine, Douglas...”

“It’s not a matter of not liking it. It’s a matter of acknowledging its inferiority to practically everything else.”

“Fine, if you say so.” Martin slumped on bed with a contented sigh. It slowly deflated under his weight in a way that wasn’t entirely encouraging of a good night’s sleep. He kicked his boots off then tried to read down to pull off his socks with the look of a kitten batting at a bit of string being dangled in front of its face.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting undressed for bed what does it look like?”

“You don’t want me to answer that question, Martin.” Douglas looked at him as he began to undo his shirt for the second time that evening. His pulse gave the expected reaction as Martin finished but seemed to run out of the energy needed to remove his shirt fully. Instead he left it open exposing his smooth, slightly toned chest to Douglas who was trying desperately hard not to stare.

It’s the wine, he though shakily as he stepped closer to Martin’s prone form. It’s definitely the wine, he confirmed as he watched his hand reach out of its own accord to Martin’s bare chest. Martin was lying with his eyes closed, chest rising and falling steadily. Douglas stopped just in front of Martin, their knees almost touching, his hand still outstretched. Ok. He seems to be asleep. It won’t matter. He won’t know. That was always the trouble with Douglas: he was so good at convincing people, even himself.

Douglas lowered his hand to Martin’s chest and rested it just over his stomach feeling the heat seep through his hand. It felt good. It felt so good. Smooth, warm and perfect. He ran his hand up and down Martin’s chest relishing the feel of it, catching the flutter of Martin’s heart beat as he passed it. It was all going so well, until Martin opened his eyes. Douglas froze, his heart hammering out of his chest. Martin just stared up at him with half lidded eyes. He smiled.

“Finally,” he said happily, all traces of the wine vanishing from his voice. He reached up a hand and stroked Douglas’ cheek fondly before pulling him down into a kiss. Douglas’ hand was still resting on Martin’s chest and he restarted its exploration without the earlier hesitation, pushing aside the shirt as he felt it necessary. Martin reached up his other arm to push it under Douglas’ shirt and curled it around his waist. His tongue pushed at Douglas’ lips and felt only slight resistance before they opened for him and allowed Martin to explore his mouth. Martin moaned gently into the kiss in a way that sent heat directly to Douglas’ groin. He pulled away from the kiss to stare down at Martin with his now reddened lips and slightly annoyed expression.

“What?” Martin asked with irritation. “Why have you stopped?”

“I...” he was surprised at his own trepidation but he had to be sure. “I just wanted to make sure this isn’t a dream.” Martin seemed suddenly amused.

“Is this the sort of thing you normally dream about?”
“You have no idea.”

“No,” Martin agreed pulling Douglas down to kiss him again before whispering in his ear, “but I’d like to.”

(Reply to this)  (Thread from start)  (Parent)  (Thread) 


Re: Fill: Part 4


(Anonymous)
2010-10-23 11:29 am UTC (link)
Martin, with the sudden feeling that Douglas was wearing all together too many clothes, roughly pulled his shirt off, discarding it across the room. Douglas pushed Martin’s shirt away from his shoulders, brushing it off the bed while he worked on Martin’s flies. Martin quickly did the same for Douglas until he was able to pull them and his underwear down to the floor. Martin soon found that his trousers and boxers had been similarly dealt with and pulled Douglas closer to him, hissing into the kiss as their cocks collided with almost painfully erotic friction.

Douglas ran a hand down Martin’s flank like he has wanted to all those hours earlier, causing that mewl that he knew he would get and letting it wash blissfully over him. Martin ran a hand down Douglas’ chest until it rested just above his cock. He smirked as he heard Douglas’ breath hitch and grabbed his shaft and start stroking. With a loud groan, Douglas let his head fall back and felt his arms start to shake. Martin stopped his movements, earning him a groan of disapproval, and pushed himself onto the bed properly until he was lying naked before Douglas, a smile on his face.

“In your own time,” he joked with a hint of nervousness in his voice. Douglas stared at him in wonderment, seeing his dreams starting to come true.

“Are you sure?” he asked tentatively.

“Yes. Just do it. Now,” Martin replied.

Douglas spat on his finger without finesse and stroked his way to Martin’s entrance. He ran a small ring around it until he felt Martin relax a bit more, then pushed a finger inside him. Martin arched his back at the intrusion letting out a low moan from the back of his throat. Douglas added a second finger scissoring them inside him causing more grunts and moans from his captain. He spat on his hand again and ran it up and down his shaft until he felt he was ready. Placing himself at Martin’s entrance, he paused. He looked up at Martin who had closed his eyes again. He nodded, eyes still closed as if sensing what Douglas was silently asking. With that and with no grace, Douglas pushed in.

Two loud moans echoed in the dingy room. Martin’s eyes were suddenly wide open staring up at Douglas. The first officer lent down to kiss Martin, running a hand through his soft hair. Martin moved his hips slightly, encouraging movement as much as his suddenly stifled brainpower would allow. The message got through anyway and Douglas began to thrust in as regular a rhythm as he could muster while trying to keep himself under control.

“Oh God,” Martin breathed into Douglas’ mouth. Douglas kissed him harder and pushed in deeper. “Oh yes, God yes,” Martin continued. Douglas felt a faint sense of déjà vu but chose to ignore it in favour of faster, more erratic thrusts. Martin had taken his erection in hand by then and was stroking intently. Their hands joined as Douglas moved his down to help Martin.

They were both getting close. Both panting with complete disregard and kissing sloppily. Douglas and Martin’s hands moved faster around the captain’s cock, in time with the thrusts Douglas was making seemingly without control.

(Reply to this)  (Thread from start)  (Parent)  (Thread) 


Re: Fill: Part 5 - last part


(Anonymous)
2010-10-23 11:34 am UTC (link)
“Oh God, Douglas,” Martin cried out. That pushed Douglas over the edge. He came with a guttural yell and one final thrust as he spilled himself into Martin, groaning happily with adrenaline coursing through his system.

Douglas pushed Martin’s hand away, bringing him to a loud climax on his own, Martin spilling all over Douglas’ chest and hand. He grabbed a shirt from the floor, probably Martin’s, he reflected, cleaning them both up with it before sending it careering into the chair by the bed. He collapsed on the bed next to Martin who was still breathing hard, an expression of pure bliss and a vacant smile on his face.

When their heart beats had returned to normal and the silence had returned, they both lay on the sagging bed their entwined fingers the only point of contact between them. Neither seemed particularly perturbed by this arrangement, in fact it seemed to work for them. It worked so well that it was only when Douglas was drifting off into the sleep he had so feared earlier that Martin breached the gap between them, throwing an leg over Douglas’, an arm across his abdomen and resting his head on his chest, feeling the now normal heart beat by his cheek. Douglas snaked an arm round Martin’s waist, running a hand up and down his side, the other hand clasping the one belonging to Martin that lay next to his nipple. Martin hummed sleepily in response to the closeness.

“Goodnight, Douglas,” he drawled. Douglas kissed his hair lightly.

“Goodnight, Martin.”

He looked down at the now sleeping man wrapped around his body and thought, God does indeed move in mysterious ways in order to do truly wonderful things for Douglas Richardson.


damn that character limit lol. i cant actually believe i wrote all this. *runs and hides*

(Reply to this)  (Thread from start)  (Parent)  (Thread) 


Re: Fill: Part 5 - last part


(Anonymous)
2010-10-24 01:45 pm UTC (link)
Mmmm. Scorching hot, both the angsting (Douglas has a very vivid imagination, doesn't he) and the happy resolution.

Great Douglas POV, too (Ah, you’d better make this good. What am I saying; of course you’ll make this good. You just don’t want to.) and I could hear the Douglas vs. Carolyn dialogue in their voices, so it was brilliant.

Also: “I could tell you that I left half of the passengers’ luggage on the runway, but that’s true so it wouldn’t technically be a joke.” - ahahaha, as if I wasn't already always trying to look back and see if *my* luggage wasn't still lying on the concrete behind the plane :D

Great image, even if / especially knowing that Martin was acting: the look of a kitten batting at a bit of string being dangled in front of its face.

Also very hot with anticipation:

“Is this the sort of thing you normally dream about?”
“You have no idea.”

In conclusion: hot! And sweet, and funny, and hot. (Not the OP, but a very happy MJN customer. :D)

(Reply to this)  (Thread from start)  (Parent)  (Thread) 


author anon here


(Anonymous)
2010-10-24 04:35 pm UTC (link)
awww thank you so much, i jus hope the OP is jus as happy. i really didnt think it was that good but im so glad u liked it. ive jus had such a bad day at work and that has rly cheered me up thank you so much :D

(Reply to this)  (Thread from start)  (Parent) 


Re: Fill: Part 5 - last part


[identity profile] m-antebellum.livejournal.com
2010-10-24 06:05 pm UTC (link)
I'm sorry I didn't reply to this sooner - because I read this yesterday and I haven't stopped thinking about it since.
This was absolutely brilliant - seriously, it blows whatever I could have come up with out of the water :D

I especially like how Martin was subtlety rather cunning and a little dominating towards the end there - and the 'kitten batting at a bit of string' bit gave me such an adorable mental image - so much so I'm beginning to consider fanart (if you don't mind :D)

Anyway - essentially this is a very drawn out well done on a bloody marvelous fic, and I hope to see more fills from you very very soon because this here - is absolutely addictive :D

M

(Reply to this)  (Thread from start)  (Parent)  (Thread) 


Re: Fill: Part 5 - last part


(Anonymous)
2010-10-24 06:41 pm UTC (link)
omg thank you so much. i rly was concerned tht this wasnt very good but im so glad you liked it. lol fanart would be awesome youll have 2 let me see it when ur done :D the fil above for the road blowjob prompt is written by me as well. i thort that on was better personally :P

(Reply to this)  (Thread from start)  (Parent) 


Re: Fill: Part 5 - last part


(Anonymous)
2010-10-25 10:05 pm UTC (link)
OP here. :)

Oh, that was amazing! The humour, the angst, the lovely little details, the sex... Thank you so much! That really made my day. :D

He kicked his boots off then tried to read down to pull off his socks with the look of a kitten batting at a bit of string being dangled in front of its face.

And thank you for putting that image in my head. Aw!

(Reply to this)  (Thread from start)  (Parent) 


Re: Fill: Part 5 - last part


[identity profile] aslipperysloth.livejournal.com
2011-01-05 02:10 am UTC (link)
This was excellent. Really hot. <3

(Reply to this)  (Thread from start)  (Parent) 


ext_24392: (CH - Happy Dance)

Re: Fill: Part 5 - last part


[identity profile] random-nexus.livejournal.com
2011-12-09 12:22 am UTC (link)
Oh, this was EXCELLENT! You did a marvellous Douglas POV and wow, steamy action there! Well done, you.

(Reply to this)  (Thread from start)  (Parent) 


not the OP


(Anonymous)
2012-03-21 09:16 am UTC (link)
Author, I love you deeply -_-
hugging you over the distance! and will be all day!!!!

(Reply to this)  (Thread from start)  (Parent) 


(Read 5946 comments) - (Post a new comment)
(Flat) (Top-level comments only)