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coprime_recs) wrote2004-05-21 08:34 pm
coprime_recs) wrote2004-05-21 08:34 pm
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Wild Wild West: The Night of the Talented Thespian by P. R. Zed
The Night of the Talented Thespian (Artie/Jim | PG13 | 12,498 words) has Artie suffering from a tap dancing hippo. The more he tries not to think of a tap dancing hippo (in this case, Jim), the more he dwells. There's angst of the "I love him, but he could never love me" variety, but it doesn't come off as contrived. And there's a mission too for them to do! It is a long, plotty story, which is always a lot of fun.
Excerpt:
"Artie, how are you!" Jim said, his voice full of his usual good humor. What was not usual was what he did next. He came up to his partner and threw his arms around him in a friendly embrace. Artie nearly froze in his arms. Not that either of them was afraid of touching the other. They often exchanged friendly pats on the arm, even the occasional bearhug after a sparring bout. But this hug was different. It was warm and firm and gentle, everything Artie would have hoped for from Jim. It nearly broke him into a thousand pieces. He used every ounce of control he had to keep Jim from seeing the trembling that threatened his entire body.
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"Artie, how are you!" Jim said, his voice full of his usual good humor. What was not usual was what he did next. He came up to his partner and threw his arms around him in a friendly embrace. Artie nearly froze in his arms. Not that either of them was afraid of touching the other. They often exchanged friendly pats on the arm, even the occasional bearhug after a sparring bout. But this hug was different. It was warm and firm and gentle, everything Artie would have hoped for from Jim. It nearly broke him into a thousand pieces. He used every ounce of control he had to keep Jim from seeing the trembling that threatened his entire body.