"Don't," he says, thin and strangled — no, not strangled, really. Smothered. The word hardly left his throat at all, and if John hadn't been so close, just about on top of him in an enclosed space, he might never have heard.

(For the Tumblr prompt "things you said while you were driving".)

"Whatever you want," Nathan finds himself saying when his shirt comes off over his head and his glasses hit the nightstand — like he's talking to himself, which he might as well be. "Don't think about it like should, or shouldn't. Don't think. Don't fucking try and figure it out. Come on. You can keep your shirt on."

In which Rupert Cadell fails to make himself understood.

King Richard's attempts to solidify bonds of friendship by gestures rather than words haven't always turned out as planned.

In Egypt, the emperor sleeps poorly.

Titus is remarkably unsympathetic to his brother's plight.

Sing, o Muse, of the wrath of a philosophy major upon realizing his roommate/boyfriend has borrowed his copy of Fear & Trembling and has no intention of giving it back. Scenes from one highly troubled semester.

Ian likes to be helpful. Adam needs a whole lot of help.

Ned Poins, informal intelligencer to his sometime-boyfriend Henry V, knows more than most. He also knows a thing or two about tennis balls.

"You have hairier feet than a satyr."

"Don't be an idiot, Achilles, they've got hooves."

"Hairier than a satyr's ass, then. And they stink."