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Yaoi-con! And also BAScon! A snippet by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flambeau (yummy!)A story by reggie_mbq (snuggly; aww...), a story by mickeym (smooch that girl) and another by uhmidont !
Laura Kaye having a birthday, and being all happy about it.
Dine informing the world of !Midnighter! toys.
A favorite co-worker taught the ways of Methos-love.
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Happy Billy.
And here is a weird set of thoughts that invaded my brain.
A Step to the Left
by stungunbilly
Exhibit A
The hallway was dark, and smelled like stale urine. Justin wasn’t really expecting to find anything at the end of it, but the weird blue phone box was there. Right where JC’d said it would be. “Police Box”, it read in large old-fashioned letters.
“Well, damn.,” said Justin, and tried to go inside. Unfortunately the door seemed to be stuck; at least, he could not get it to open. Strange sounds were coming from within. JC’s squealing laugh was one of them, but he also would have sworn he could hear someone playing a bagpipe.
Odd.
He tried knocking.
Nothing.
He knocked again.
Still nothing.
Then, all in a rush, the door flew open and JC came out with a cloud of sweet-smelling smoke, still laughing. Justin tried to peer into the box, from which he could definitely hear bagpipes wheezing, but the door closed in his face. JC practically fell into his arms, smelling smoky and musky like he’d been dancing.
He tried to get JC to explain, but ‘C wouldn’t do anything except cling warmly and giggle. It was irritating, or would have been if Justin didn’t find clingy JC to be the sexiest thing on any side of the Mississippi. Then the box emitted a weird sound that vibrated Justin’s teeth and.
Disappeared.
“I need a ride home, Justin. Can you meet me at this address?” JC had said on the phone, a few hours ago.
~
Night folks.
:O)
Yaoi-con! And also BAScon! A snippet by
flambeau (yummy!)A story by reggie_mbq (snuggly; aww...), a story by mickeym (smooch that girl) and another by uhmidont !Laura Kaye having a birthday, and being all happy about it.
Dine informing the world of !Midnighter! toys.
A favorite co-worker taught the ways of Methos-love.
=
Happy Billy.
And here is a weird set of thoughts that invaded my brain.
A Step to the Left
by stungunbilly
Exhibit A
The hallway was dark, and smelled like stale urine. Justin wasn’t really expecting to find anything at the end of it, but the weird blue phone box was there. Right where JC’d said it would be. “Police Box”, it read in large old-fashioned letters.
“Well, damn.,” said Justin, and tried to go inside. Unfortunately the door seemed to be stuck; at least, he could not get it to open. Strange sounds were coming from within. JC’s squealing laugh was one of them, but he also would have sworn he could hear someone playing a bagpipe.
Odd.
He tried knocking.
Nothing.
He knocked again.
Still nothing.
Then, all in a rush, the door flew open and JC came out with a cloud of sweet-smelling smoke, still laughing. Justin tried to peer into the box, from which he could definitely hear bagpipes wheezing, but the door closed in his face. JC practically fell into his arms, smelling smoky and musky like he’d been dancing.
He tried to get JC to explain, but ‘C wouldn’t do anything except cling warmly and giggle. It was irritating, or would have been if Justin didn’t find clingy JC to be the sexiest thing on any side of the Mississippi. Then the box emitted a weird sound that vibrated Justin’s teeth and.
Disappeared.
“I need a ride home, Justin. Can you meet me at this address?” JC had said on the phone, a few hours ago.
~
Night folks.
:O)
