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Read a fan-freaking-tastic story by Lucy, and here's the link to "Music": http://members.tripod.ca/~angelspace/puppies/Music.html
Probably everyone else in existence has already read and rec'ced it, but hey. It was like finding money under my pillow case without even losing teeth. Lucy's stories are relentlessly good in general and should be read and praised and given shiny statuary awards on MTV.
Oh! and Pet! Who is amazing, and I already adored from BtVS, wrote a JC/Nick! Woohoo!
I don't know her linking policy yet, but her site is at waxjism.net and it's called "The Key of Marvin". JC is adorable in this, and I REALLY want the past history story and a follow up to this one, but I can't have everything I want all at once, now can I?
Now on my wish list is a Justin/Howie story. Why aren't there any of these?
I finished another little bit of the Sizequeen!Justin story, because I'm a snarky wench, and I could.
I'm probably going to rewrite the whole thing one day, but then... maybe not.
~
...the harder they fall
by stungunbilly
Part Three
JC was bent over the sink in the corner scrubbing fiercely at something pink. The jeans he wore were old and soft-looking, and outlined his ass perfectly. Justin stood in the doorway for a long time before coughing a little. It was warm in the laundry room. A strong odour of bleach, which intensified when JC turned around, made his stomach queasy.
JC’s eyes were a little piercing. Or actually, a lot piercing, and they made Justin squirm uncomfortably while he searched for something to say. His pants were abrasive on his skin, and he felt a strong urge to take them off. And maybe fall to his knees at JC’s feet, but then that wasn’t a good opening tactic, if JC’s irritation was any idicator.
“You wanted to talk to me?” and he hoped that was good enough.
A sigh, and JC looked at his own feet a moment before saying “J, you’ve been having monosyllabic conversations with me for months, when you’re not avoiding me. And then when we are in the same room you keep staring at my crotch. What the fuck?”
“I-Nelly says that it’s a phase.”
Blank stare.
“Chris says it’s not a phase, but I don’t think he necessarily knows what he’s talking about. See, I figure everyone is made for a certain destiny, and like I’m made to be a dancer. And a singer, and alsogayandintobig. Things. And you, are not, have a, do you, um,”
JC kept staring, but his eyes showed the dawning of comprehension.
“Fuck it,” said Justin, and he didn’t take off his pants but he did cross the room and fall to his knees in front of his friend. Hoping passionately not to be pushed away, he closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against the rough denim at JC’s crotch. The response was better than he could have wished.
JC moaned, and was hard, and pressed against the mouth that Justin opened wide. Justin’s hips thrust at the air and he gnawed at the stiff erection he’d been wanting for what seemed like his whole life. Things after that got a little confused, but it was all good.
JC’s cock felt even bigger stretching his mouth than he had hoped. And JC showed no inclination at all to continue their little talk.
~
Night. Maybe more later.
Edit: Tune in tomorrow, when you'll hear JC say-
"Justin, it's just not right. You can't worship my cock."
Probably everyone else in existence has already read and rec'ced it, but hey. It was like finding money under my pillow case without even losing teeth. Lucy's stories are relentlessly good in general and should be read and praised and given shiny statuary awards on MTV.
Oh! and Pet! Who is amazing, and I already adored from BtVS, wrote a JC/Nick! Woohoo!
I don't know her linking policy yet, but her site is at waxjism.net and it's called "The Key of Marvin". JC is adorable in this, and I REALLY want the past history story and a follow up to this one, but I can't have everything I want all at once, now can I?
Now on my wish list is a Justin/Howie story. Why aren't there any of these?
I finished another little bit of the Sizequeen!Justin story, because I'm a snarky wench, and I could.
I'm probably going to rewrite the whole thing one day, but then... maybe not.
~
...the harder they fall
by stungunbilly
Part Three
JC was bent over the sink in the corner scrubbing fiercely at something pink. The jeans he wore were old and soft-looking, and outlined his ass perfectly. Justin stood in the doorway for a long time before coughing a little. It was warm in the laundry room. A strong odour of bleach, which intensified when JC turned around, made his stomach queasy.
JC’s eyes were a little piercing. Or actually, a lot piercing, and they made Justin squirm uncomfortably while he searched for something to say. His pants were abrasive on his skin, and he felt a strong urge to take them off. And maybe fall to his knees at JC’s feet, but then that wasn’t a good opening tactic, if JC’s irritation was any idicator.
“You wanted to talk to me?” and he hoped that was good enough.
A sigh, and JC looked at his own feet a moment before saying “J, you’ve been having monosyllabic conversations with me for months, when you’re not avoiding me. And then when we are in the same room you keep staring at my crotch. What the fuck?”
“I-Nelly says that it’s a phase.”
Blank stare.
“Chris says it’s not a phase, but I don’t think he necessarily knows what he’s talking about. See, I figure everyone is made for a certain destiny, and like I’m made to be a dancer. And a singer, and alsogayandintobig. Things. And you, are not, have a, do you, um,”
JC kept staring, but his eyes showed the dawning of comprehension.
“Fuck it,” said Justin, and he didn’t take off his pants but he did cross the room and fall to his knees in front of his friend. Hoping passionately not to be pushed away, he closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against the rough denim at JC’s crotch. The response was better than he could have wished.
JC moaned, and was hard, and pressed against the mouth that Justin opened wide. Justin’s hips thrust at the air and he gnawed at the stiff erection he’d been wanting for what seemed like his whole life. Things after that got a little confused, but it was all good.
JC’s cock felt even bigger stretching his mouth than he had hoped. And JC showed no inclination at all to continue their little talk.
~
Night. Maybe more later.
Edit: Tune in tomorrow, when you'll hear JC say-
"Justin, it's just not right. You can't worship my cock."
