Okay, those drabble prompts that I took ages ago before a serious case of writer's block set in? Well, I haven't forgotten, and rough drafts for three of them have been sitting on my hard drive for weeks, but refusing to edit down to 100 words. So in the end I decided, 'sod it!', so they're getting posted as mini-ficlets instead. The first one is for joereaves
Word count: 135
Disclaimer: Not mine. ITV and Impossible Pictures own them.
AN: written for joereaves with the prompt ‘talented’.
The soft music stopped the second that Lester became aware of Connor’s presence.
“Yes, what do you want?” Lester snapped.
“I didn’t know you could play the piano.” Connor looked intrigued.
“Well why else would I own one?”
Connor sidled closer and leaned against the piano.
“You’re good. Very talented.” He smiled hopefully. “Play something, for me.”
Lester let his eyes roam over the young man’s body, framed in tight jeans and figure-hugging t-shirt as usual. For the hundredth time he questioned his decision to let Connor stay at his flat.
“I can think of a better use for my fingers right now,” Lester decided.
He stood up and pushed Connor back onto the piano, taking control as Connor writhed under his touch.
Oh yes, having Connor stay here was very bad for his willpower.