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stungunbilly Aug. 28th, 2002 09:03 pm)
stungunbilly Aug. 28th, 2002 09:03 pm)I've realized that posting at night is smacking me down muchly. I need to start writing my journal entry on my lunch break.
Must sleep. ::incoherent grunting::
You get the idea.
Snippet anyway.
Why? Um, because I can.
~
Event Horizon
by a very apologetic billy
Chris felt that fairness had been breached the day that JC decided he wanted Justin. It wasn’t as if nobody else had ever decided they wanted J before that moment; Chris, for example, wanted Justin. (And JC, really, but that went without saying). But never before had the Justin-luster been a man who seemed to make things happen as soon as he knew what he wanted. No one else had been a real threat.
JC spent a lot of time in a musical fog, or asleep. His eyes were, at any given instant, likely to be closed. He missed a lot; it had taken seven years for the guy to stop seeing a child when he looked at his fellow tenor. But once those eyes opened, they acted on a person like a wandering star, dragging him into orbit without the necessity of visible effort. Justin was pulled just as neatly into JC’s gravity as Chris had been five years earlier.
It was definitely not fair.
Five years, five frickin’ years, and Chris was just starting to really get over JC in the first place. He and the kid had bikes, and tons of things in common, and they harmonized fiendishly well together. It had taken a lot of vodka, but Justin had just admitted the previous weekend that he liked men better than girls, and that Chris “could be kinda sexy sometimes, when he was pissed off”. Things were looking good.
Until the next awards show, which was pretty sad in itself. Because in front of the camera, Justin was hogging all the action, by order of the management. And Chris *hated* being ignored, more than anything else in the world. And he’d been pouting about that, cranky and irrationally hoping that Justin would notice and think it was “kinda sexy”.
Instead JC had leaned over towards Justin in the limo, sudden and strange, fixing him with a wide-awake pair of blue eyes. It was like he’d been high for a week, or a month, or a year, and suddenly JC was stone sober. He hadn’t done anything but stare, at the curve of Justin’s bicep poking out from under the horrible sweatshirt, and then slowly up his shoulder, along his neck, and finally into his eyes.
Justin had been mesmerized, and reminded Chris a little of a rabbit in the deadly glow of headlights. The silence in the limo began to throb with tension, and it had felt like hours before Jayce had finally said, a bit throatily, “You really are a man now, aren’t you?”
And that was it.
Silence reigned while Justin nodded slowly, and JC smiled. Eventually the limo had pulled up to JC’s house, and C had simply stepped out with a smile and a “goodnight”. Chris and Justin had made nervous conversation for the short ride to Justin’s, but Chris had turned down the invitation to stay up playing games and gone right to his guest bed. He was so angry that he’d woken himself up grinding his teeth. Twice.
~
Now everyone go read Aylex's story Sakura, because it is a blessing and a pleasure.
::hugs::
Night.
Must sleep. ::incoherent grunting::
You get the idea.
Snippet anyway.
Why? Um, because I can.
~
Event Horizon
by a very apologetic billy
Chris felt that fairness had been breached the day that JC decided he wanted Justin. It wasn’t as if nobody else had ever decided they wanted J before that moment; Chris, for example, wanted Justin. (And JC, really, but that went without saying). But never before had the Justin-luster been a man who seemed to make things happen as soon as he knew what he wanted. No one else had been a real threat.
JC spent a lot of time in a musical fog, or asleep. His eyes were, at any given instant, likely to be closed. He missed a lot; it had taken seven years for the guy to stop seeing a child when he looked at his fellow tenor. But once those eyes opened, they acted on a person like a wandering star, dragging him into orbit without the necessity of visible effort. Justin was pulled just as neatly into JC’s gravity as Chris had been five years earlier.
It was definitely not fair.
Five years, five frickin’ years, and Chris was just starting to really get over JC in the first place. He and the kid had bikes, and tons of things in common, and they harmonized fiendishly well together. It had taken a lot of vodka, but Justin had just admitted the previous weekend that he liked men better than girls, and that Chris “could be kinda sexy sometimes, when he was pissed off”. Things were looking good.
Until the next awards show, which was pretty sad in itself. Because in front of the camera, Justin was hogging all the action, by order of the management. And Chris *hated* being ignored, more than anything else in the world. And he’d been pouting about that, cranky and irrationally hoping that Justin would notice and think it was “kinda sexy”.
Instead JC had leaned over towards Justin in the limo, sudden and strange, fixing him with a wide-awake pair of blue eyes. It was like he’d been high for a week, or a month, or a year, and suddenly JC was stone sober. He hadn’t done anything but stare, at the curve of Justin’s bicep poking out from under the horrible sweatshirt, and then slowly up his shoulder, along his neck, and finally into his eyes.
Justin had been mesmerized, and reminded Chris a little of a rabbit in the deadly glow of headlights. The silence in the limo began to throb with tension, and it had felt like hours before Jayce had finally said, a bit throatily, “You really are a man now, aren’t you?”
And that was it.
Silence reigned while Justin nodded slowly, and JC smiled. Eventually the limo had pulled up to JC’s house, and C had simply stepped out with a smile and a “goodnight”. Chris and Justin had made nervous conversation for the short ride to Justin’s, but Chris had turned down the invitation to stay up playing games and gone right to his guest bed. He was so angry that he’d woken himself up grinding his teeth. Twice.
~
Now everyone go read Aylex's story Sakura, because it is a blessing and a pleasure.
::hugs::
Night.
