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I've been a lot away. I miss posting, I miss writing. I have no finished works, but I'm posting some more of my crazy-making flotsam and jetsam.
sparkly style
“I want you to use me for sex,” said Justin.
JC shook his head a little to clear it.
“What?”
With an impatient snort, Justin ripped off his shirt and tried to sit on JC’s lap. It couldn’t have worked; JC had next to no lap. But Justin got tangled on the way down with JC’s new, splattered painting smock.
Which JC was still wearing, albeit untied.
They hit the floor in a heap of skinny arms (JC) and legs (both of them).
“Justin,” JC tried to say, but Justin’s tongue was in his mouth. For just a moment, he sucked on it. It made him feel hot, and guilty, and a little too eager.
~
pretty boys in the Fastlane
A Little Bit of…
Monica
Something sharp tore at his back, and Van remembered the fingernails on this girl were long and red. He knew he was supposed to like it when she raked him with them, think the scratches were proof of his virility, but he had always hated pain. No matter what he wanted Deaq to think.
The thought of Deaq, giving him that brown-eyed glare like he thought Van was too unpredictable and violent, hit him hard. He came, moaning into the girl’s (too) soft, (overly) long hair. The shame didn’t bother him, not now. Later it would.
She gasped a little, and he used his hands and mouth the way he had been taught. She didn’t seem to have any complaints afterward, and it shut her up for awhile. Anyway, he liked girls just fine. Women.
None of this was the important part of getting laid, anyway. That would come later, after Billie had lectured him on random pickups and security. Once Billie was finished, Deaq would start. He would be annoyed, and a little intrigued.
Van groaned a little, covering his eyes with a sweaty wrist. This was getting seriously pathetic.
OR
Monday
Van was whistling as he walked into the candy shop, and he had the stain of lipstick on his mouth again. He smiled a little at Deaq, smugly, and pulled a chair around to straddle it backwards.
~
wizards and broomsticks
"Well,"Seamus muttered, "he has interesting weapons from Medieval Wizardry, self-heating caltrops and French-sounding spear things. It's not all poisons and such."
Ron wrinkled his freckles interestedly. "What are caltrops?"
"Caltrops," said Hermione, "are those metal things all of pointy bits that people leave in the road when they want you to get a puncture. Only nasty people would have them."
Apparently this was meant to end the conversation.
It worked.
Two days later Seamus was seen coming out of the dungeons again after dinner. Harry found himself thinking up excuses to take him aside, wanting to know whether he'd been with Malfoy again without being willing to ask directly. Malfoy had smiled at Harry during Double Potions. Things seemed
confusing, like everything Malfoy did or said was aimed at some unknown target that Harry couldn't be sure wasn't bleeding.
Meanwhile, domestic difficulties arose in Gryffindor Tower. Ron took up carving, and insisted on picking up branches and twigs and leaving them around the bedroom.
~
mounties and mechanics
They went dancing to start the evening, and Ray swirled Fraser around the dance floor until they were both dizzy and breathless. Each of them was wearing a new suit, though Ray’s collar was already unbuttoned and his tie loosened, while Fraser looked like the groom on a wedding cake even after an hour spent dancing. To muss him a little, Ray kissed him after a particularly complicated spin.
~
As far as the reading goes, I've been all over the Magnificent 7. (And the Buffy, but I'm still in the completely wonky stage and can't talk about it much yet.)
Nathan is soooo attracted to Ezra. Most shows open with him sitting next to and fixating on the man. Trying to improve him, laughing at him, staring at his hands.(!) I can't find enough Chris/Vin and Nathan/Ezra to make me happy. I think I've officially become obsessed. I was starting to wonder if I was growing out of the obsessive tendencies, but apparently not.
Gotta run; just as a parting note, thanks to everyone once more for all the recs, stories, info., funny personal tales, etc. I'm so addicted to you.
sparkly style
“I want you to use me for sex,” said Justin.
JC shook his head a little to clear it.
“What?”
With an impatient snort, Justin ripped off his shirt and tried to sit on JC’s lap. It couldn’t have worked; JC had next to no lap. But Justin got tangled on the way down with JC’s new, splattered painting smock.
Which JC was still wearing, albeit untied.
They hit the floor in a heap of skinny arms (JC) and legs (both of them).
“Justin,” JC tried to say, but Justin’s tongue was in his mouth. For just a moment, he sucked on it. It made him feel hot, and guilty, and a little too eager.
~
pretty boys in the Fastlane
A Little Bit of…
Monica
Something sharp tore at his back, and Van remembered the fingernails on this girl were long and red. He knew he was supposed to like it when she raked him with them, think the scratches were proof of his virility, but he had always hated pain. No matter what he wanted Deaq to think.
The thought of Deaq, giving him that brown-eyed glare like he thought Van was too unpredictable and violent, hit him hard. He came, moaning into the girl’s (too) soft, (overly) long hair. The shame didn’t bother him, not now. Later it would.
She gasped a little, and he used his hands and mouth the way he had been taught. She didn’t seem to have any complaints afterward, and it shut her up for awhile. Anyway, he liked girls just fine. Women.
None of this was the important part of getting laid, anyway. That would come later, after Billie had lectured him on random pickups and security. Once Billie was finished, Deaq would start. He would be annoyed, and a little intrigued.
Van groaned a little, covering his eyes with a sweaty wrist. This was getting seriously pathetic.
OR
Monday
Van was whistling as he walked into the candy shop, and he had the stain of lipstick on his mouth again. He smiled a little at Deaq, smugly, and pulled a chair around to straddle it backwards.
~
wizards and broomsticks
"Well,"Seamus muttered, "he has interesting weapons from Medieval Wizardry, self-heating caltrops and French-sounding spear things. It's not all poisons and such."
Ron wrinkled his freckles interestedly. "What are caltrops?"
"Caltrops," said Hermione, "are those metal things all of pointy bits that people leave in the road when they want you to get a puncture. Only nasty people would have them."
Apparently this was meant to end the conversation.
It worked.
Two days later Seamus was seen coming out of the dungeons again after dinner. Harry found himself thinking up excuses to take him aside, wanting to know whether he'd been with Malfoy again without being willing to ask directly. Malfoy had smiled at Harry during Double Potions. Things seemed
confusing, like everything Malfoy did or said was aimed at some unknown target that Harry couldn't be sure wasn't bleeding.
Meanwhile, domestic difficulties arose in Gryffindor Tower. Ron took up carving, and insisted on picking up branches and twigs and leaving them around the bedroom.
~
mounties and mechanics
They went dancing to start the evening, and Ray swirled Fraser around the dance floor until they were both dizzy and breathless. Each of them was wearing a new suit, though Ray’s collar was already unbuttoned and his tie loosened, while Fraser looked like the groom on a wedding cake even after an hour spent dancing. To muss him a little, Ray kissed him after a particularly complicated spin.
~
As far as the reading goes, I've been all over the Magnificent 7. (And the Buffy, but I'm still in the completely wonky stage and can't talk about it much yet.)
Nathan is soooo attracted to Ezra. Most shows open with him sitting next to and fixating on the man. Trying to improve him, laughing at him, staring at his hands.(!) I can't find enough Chris/Vin and Nathan/Ezra to make me happy. I think I've officially become obsessed. I was starting to wonder if I was growing out of the obsessive tendencies, but apparently not.
Gotta run; just as a parting note, thanks to everyone once more for all the recs, stories, info., funny personal tales, etc. I'm so addicted to you.
