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In despair at the increasing attraction to the Timberlake kid I flung myself into one of the greatest rock films of all time, "Hard Core Logo".
Dem fine film, my friends. Rush out and view, much joy awaits you.
Love that movie.
Must keep the entry very short, as I'm utterly exhausted and half-asleep, plus on caffeine. The Detachable Id could get scary.
So-
~
After Life
Prologue (not promising any more, though.)
by smurfgrubberbilly
The flashing lights disoriented Billy Tallent a little as he moved through the crowd surrounding the latest Pop Prince and his court. He’d heard the kid perform at the award ceremonies earlier, and he really wasn’t too bad. Almost reminded him of Joe a litle bit, with the cockiness and the disarming smile, though Joe’d never been that nervous at a performance.
The lip-syncing had sucked in a major way, though. And the music was pretty lame and Michael Jackson-y.
Someone bumped into him, and he found himself keeping a guy in a bizarre bucket hat from falling headfirst into the decorative champagne fountain. Man, he hated these functions, afterparties, what-the-fuck-ever. Random drunken assholes, just like home.
And then the bucket hat fell off, and the guy in his arms looked up so he could see a face.
“Fuck. Me,” said Billy. The boy was gorgeous.
The twinkling eyes crinkled up when the kid smiled, and started babbling.
“Okay. You’re Billy Tallent, aren’t you? Chris loves you, but Justin says you’re a coked-out freak. Which is it?”
“Fuck,” said Billy, and wanted to kiss those beautiful lips. “Um, yeah, Billy. And yeah, freak, but no, not coked-out.” He was pretty sober, actually, and had been for a few years now.
“You wanna go upstairs? Or should we get out of here?”
It took Billy a moment to register that he was going to get lucky. Then they were heading for a limo with a big black guy called Donny or Lonnie or something. These new guys worked fast.
The night was a pleasurable blur, in what turned out to be the same hotel as Jenifur was rooming at. He slept with the kid, who turned out to be called JC, and was a bandmate to the Pop Prince. Fucking a member of the royal court, he thought. And the boy was so sweet, and sang a little when he fucked him.
JC had soft skin, and kind eyes, and laughed at Billy’s lame jokes. He kept licking Billy with his limber tongue and saying that Billy tasted like guitar strings. Just a short fuck, it should have been, but Billy liked him and his voice, and his weird way of turning bed talk into song lyrics.
They ate breakfast in bed, until a freakish imp with a piping voice bounced into the room sporting a key card and shrieked loud enough to bust Billy’s aging eardrums.
“What the fuck!” yelled Billy back, freaked at how much this guy reminded him of Joe. He even had the mohawk. It was scary and nearly made him puke his Eggs Benedict.
“Billy Tallent, as I live and breathe. Howya doin’?”, asked the maniac, who turned out to be named Chris and a rabid fan. JC calmed both of them down by the simple method of climbing into Billy’s lap and distracting him by wiggling, while stuffing Chris’ face with food.
~
I wish I could stay up all night and fill in details, add dialogue and sex, and maybe even finish this.
But alas! It is not to be.
Goodnight, sweet ducklings.
:O)
Dem fine film, my friends. Rush out and view, much joy awaits you.
Love that movie.
Must keep the entry very short, as I'm utterly exhausted and half-asleep, plus on caffeine. The Detachable Id could get scary.
So-
~
After Life
Prologue (not promising any more, though.)
by smurfgrubberbilly
The flashing lights disoriented Billy Tallent a little as he moved through the crowd surrounding the latest Pop Prince and his court. He’d heard the kid perform at the award ceremonies earlier, and he really wasn’t too bad. Almost reminded him of Joe a litle bit, with the cockiness and the disarming smile, though Joe’d never been that nervous at a performance.
The lip-syncing had sucked in a major way, though. And the music was pretty lame and Michael Jackson-y.
Someone bumped into him, and he found himself keeping a guy in a bizarre bucket hat from falling headfirst into the decorative champagne fountain. Man, he hated these functions, afterparties, what-the-fuck-ever. Random drunken assholes, just like home.
And then the bucket hat fell off, and the guy in his arms looked up so he could see a face.
“Fuck. Me,” said Billy. The boy was gorgeous.
The twinkling eyes crinkled up when the kid smiled, and started babbling.
“Okay. You’re Billy Tallent, aren’t you? Chris loves you, but Justin says you’re a coked-out freak. Which is it?”
“Fuck,” said Billy, and wanted to kiss those beautiful lips. “Um, yeah, Billy. And yeah, freak, but no, not coked-out.” He was pretty sober, actually, and had been for a few years now.
“You wanna go upstairs? Or should we get out of here?”
It took Billy a moment to register that he was going to get lucky. Then they were heading for a limo with a big black guy called Donny or Lonnie or something. These new guys worked fast.
The night was a pleasurable blur, in what turned out to be the same hotel as Jenifur was rooming at. He slept with the kid, who turned out to be called JC, and was a bandmate to the Pop Prince. Fucking a member of the royal court, he thought. And the boy was so sweet, and sang a little when he fucked him.
JC had soft skin, and kind eyes, and laughed at Billy’s lame jokes. He kept licking Billy with his limber tongue and saying that Billy tasted like guitar strings. Just a short fuck, it should have been, but Billy liked him and his voice, and his weird way of turning bed talk into song lyrics.
They ate breakfast in bed, until a freakish imp with a piping voice bounced into the room sporting a key card and shrieked loud enough to bust Billy’s aging eardrums.
“What the fuck!” yelled Billy back, freaked at how much this guy reminded him of Joe. He even had the mohawk. It was scary and nearly made him puke his Eggs Benedict.
“Billy Tallent, as I live and breathe. Howya doin’?”, asked the maniac, who turned out to be named Chris and a rabid fan. JC calmed both of them down by the simple method of climbing into Billy’s lap and distracting him by wiggling, while stuffing Chris’ face with food.
~
I wish I could stay up all night and fill in details, add dialogue and sex, and maybe even finish this.
But alas! It is not to be.
Goodnight, sweet ducklings.
:O)
