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Jan. 10th, 2004 03:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsOkay, I give in. I've been trying to avoid this meme but I keep seeing it and I'm a pushover, but you all knew that right? Also, my flist is pretty small so how many requests could I get?
I'll also post this when I know![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
castalie is at work as I know she'll laugh at me ;)
Gakked frompatchworkdragon
Give me a slash pairing and situation and I'll write you a ficlet. My fandoms are popslash, TS and MX.
Just don't expect much okay? *g*
I'll also post this when I know
castalie is at work as I know she'll laugh at me ;)Gakked from
patchworkdragonGive me a slash pairing and situation and I'll write you a ficlet. My fandoms are popslash, TS and MX.
Just don't expect much okay? *g*
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Date: 2004-01-10 10:23 am (UTC)“I suppose, just don’t burn anything.”
“Like I’d do that.” Muttering to himself about the fact he’d only burned a hole in Justin’s nasty shirt that one time, and the way reputations never went away, Chris took JC’s iron and board from its usual place. Setting it up he entered JC’s walk in closet of doom, kicking clothes aside as he went.
Chris sighed when he entered, inside was even worse than outside, with clothes two inches deep on the floor. But Chris knew exactly what he needed, and quickly found the outfit he wanted, buried under a huge white cowboy hat.
Clothes in hand, Chris left the closet of doom and quickly ironed his selection, whistling quietly as he made sure every crease was gone. Once done, Chris bent to unplug the iron and looked up to see JC staring at him from the bathroom doorway. He looked good, hair bouncy and glossy and he smiled as he walked over to get his clothes, pulling the towel from his waist on the way.
“You think I’ll look good in a plain white shirt and jeans?”
“I know you’ll look good like that.”
“I’ll look boring.”
“You’ll look fantastic.” Handing over the clothes, Chris openly leered as JC bent to pull on the jeans. “You don’t need any sparkles and embellishments; you’re hot just as you are.”
JC blushed a little, kissing Chris quickly on his lips before pulling on the shirt.
Eyeing him critically, Chris stopped JC fastening the buttons, doing the middle two himself. “Here, take a leaf out of Lance’s book. Now, for the final touch.” Reaching over to the bedside table, Chris plucked JC’s glasses from a jumble of jewellery and passed them over.
“You want me to wear these?”
“You don’t have to, but if you want to blow my mind, yeah.”
JC smiled wide, eyes almost disappearing as he took the glasses, putting them on. “I want to blow your mind, and other things too. But that’ll have to wait.” Sighing, JC pulled Chris close in a hug, holding him hard and tight. “I have to go to this thing. You’ll still be here when I get back?”
“I ironed for you didn’t I? Of course I’ll be here. Now go blow their minds.” Pushing JC out of the door, then letting him back in when he shouted he needed shoes, Chris watched as JC eventually ran down the stairs, waving before he left.
Alone, Chris looked at the disaster that was JC’s room then started to pick the first things up. He had to do something while he waited for JC to come back after all.
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Date: 2004-01-10 11:22 am (UTC)Love LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE this!!!
Hee! Sparkly peacock nation! Flying feather boa polar bear things!! Heee! Squee! *deranged laughter of sparkly TrickC love*
But Aw.
Isn't anyone else finding the idea of shrieking!Chris surprising naked!JC by leaping on his back hot as hell?
Hey, Ter, there's my request right there... ..the prequel, where Chris gets those proving scars... ..you can hit your kink with that, too...
*tempt, tempt; poke, poke*
Heh. Me Go Now.
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Date: 2004-01-10 05:06 pm (UTC)I thought of you when I saw it was TrickC, in fact it's been a TrickC night tonight, which is always a good thing.
Did I find the thought of Chris jumping on a naked JC's back hot? Hell yeah!
Okay, I've you down for a kink TrickC ficlet. YAY for kink!
But there's no need to tempt me, I'm sold on the idea already!
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Date: 2004-01-11 04:33 pm (UTC)I'm not really that happy with it, but I guess that's what happens when you try to shove kink into a ficlet. I hope it's okay with you.
Part 1
Chris hadn’t thought this through. He realised that in the split second between launching himself at JC’s back and the moment he hit the floor with a resounding thump. Lying still, Chris had to admire JC’s reflexes, and his strength. Not that Chris was going to admit that, he didn’t want JC to get big headed after all.
The problem was his timing had sucked. Normally, JC would withstand anything Chris threw at him with never ending patience. Sitting serenely as his hair was plaited or grinning and walking round the room as Chris clung to his back like a large hairy limpet. JC was easy going, JC was fun -- JC was a terror when he was in the middle of a clothes crises, and Chris knew that. But seeing JC looking in his closet, white towel slipping down his slim hips, smooth back beaded with droplets of water, Chris had forgotten the rule that stated never surprise JC in a clothes crisis, or risk getting your hands ripped off . Not that he’d forgotten for long. Chris remembered as soon as he started to pounce, and JC had whirled round, grabbed Chris in midair and thrown him to the floor in one fluid motion.
Flat on his back, Chris looked up at JC who was glaring down at him. From this angle JC looked very tall, and thin, and Chris wasn’t going to move his head a fraction to the right so he could see up the towel, really he wasn’t.
“What do you think you were doing?”
Chris jerked his head back guiltily, the realised that JC was probably talking about the whole leaping thing, not his failed attempt to sneak a peak. Deciding the best defence was offence, Chris ignored JC’s question and rubbed his thigh gingerly. “What did you do that for?”
“Why did I do what? Throw you on the floor?” JC’s voice rose and Chris looked toward the hotel door, wondering if anyone would come and investigate. Then remembered the others had left already, something Chris didn’t know if he was worried or relieved about. Seeing that JC was still glaring, Chris decided maybe worried was the correct option, and began to inch away, ready to make a break for the door, talking all the while. “It wasn’t very nice you know. I could have broken something, or bruised. In fact I think my ass probably is bruised. That’s it isn’t it? Just because you have no ass you have to damage mine. Jealousy is a bad, JC. I know these things.”
“Will you just shut up?” Chris was suddenly eye to eye with JC as he bent over; face only an inch away from Chris’ own. “You wanted to know why I threw you to the floor. I have to go to this thing tonight, and the clothes I wanted to wear aren’t here. It seems my case is still en route to London, and may be back here by tomorrow. That means I have no clothes, and yes I’ve sent for more, but I wanted to wear my stuff. I’ve just taken a shower and instead of my new pants and jacket I have to wait around in a towel and wait for someone to bring me clothes. Then you jump on me, and you wonder why I get annoyed.”
Chris felt trapped by JC’s glare, so risked a quick glance at the door once more, hoping that someone would appear by magic with JC’s case. But it didn’t look like the gods of luck were on his side tonight. Which figured, they were probably Chasez fans too, or if not were off watching Justin do his thing. “I’ll go and get you something of
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Date: 2004-01-11 04:35 pm (UTC)mine if you like. Wear my pants, you can say they’re capri style if anyone asks why they’re too short, and I’ve a…” Chris shut up when JC’s hand clamped over his mouth.
“Didn’t I just tell you to shut up? JC poked Chris in the chest then suddenly stopped frowning, his expression changing from irritation to something Chris would expect to see on the face of a slavering wolf looking at a prime piece of steak. It made Chris nervous, but it also made him horny as hell, something JC seemed to realise as he bent even closer, breathing against Chris’ ear as he kept his hand firmly pressed down.
“You like that don’t you? You like me holding you down and throwing you around.”
Chris tried to deny it, to force words between the fingers that pushed against his lips. He failed; could only gasp as JC suddenly nipped at his ear, pulling at Chris’ lobe with teeth that bit sharply into tender flesh. The pain flared bright for a second, then faded as JC let go and started to lick down Chris’ neck, long wet strokes that ended at his collar bone.
It became harder to breathe, and Chris panted shallowly as his whole body shuddered with each long lick. JC continued to bite at Chris’ collar bone and neck, tiny bites that grazed the skin. “You picked the wrong time to jump me, Chris. Or maybe you picked exactly the right time. I don’t do this often, only when I need to, and today I did. Did you know that, Chris? Did Lance tell you I’d been pitching a fit about my clothes and you came to take advantage, knowing I’d need to let off steam? We went through this last time; just ask if you want this, if you want me to dominate you.”
Managing something between a nod and a groan, Chris exposed his throat more, forcing his head to the side under the pressure of JC’s hand. It only took JC seconds to take the hint, and he bit down hard, teeth breaking the skin as he sucked and licked. Pain rushed through Chris’ body in a wave, pain mixed so closely with pleasure he could hardly tell them apart, not that he wanted to as he arched under JC’s touch.
JC pulled back, taking his hand from Chris’ mouth, wiping a tiny smear of blood from his lips. “You’re a sneaky manipulative bastard, Kirkpatrick. It’s a good job that I love you so much.”
Deep in a haze, Chris could only grin in amusement, and hope he hadn’t really heard JC ask about the capri pants.
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Date: 2004-01-11 08:35 pm (UTC)That was fun!
Although totally teasing -you promised sex; we could have at least had Chris successfully peek up the towel & share his POV...
And I'm sorry, Luv, but I have to snicker when you have American boybanders say things like "it's a good job" intead of "good thing"...
*siiigh*
But still, much fun! *bounces, bounces, bounces some more*
And Hey, I'm totally proud of you for smashing through your writer's block and writing so much. Wish I could write with that kind of speed...
*hugs*
So, Good Job, Terri! ( <--- note American usage, lol )
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Date: 2004-01-12 01:16 am (UTC)I had no idea that good job was a Britishism *g* I'll have to change that before I throw all these up at my website.
I've really enjoyed writing this weekend. This is actually the kind of writing that I love, when I can just sit and write what comes in my head. It's when I have to sit and sort out technical stuff that I hit problems.
But yeah, I've had fun, and still have a few more to do yet!
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Date: 2004-01-10 12:21 pm (UTC)JC in a clothing crisis was a scary thing, Chris had the scars to prove it.
"What about your leather pants and your lips tank?”
“The pants need cleaning and I wore that tank last week.”
“Your jeans with the mirrors at the hem and your pink silk shirt?”
“One on the mirrors smashed, now they're unlucky jeans,"
Chris stopped JC fastening the buttons, doing the middle two himself. “Here, take a leaf out of Lance's book.
Ahahaha!! That all made me laugh out loud.
black thongs, escaped polar bear fur coats, sparkly peacock nations and of course glasses! I can just picture it all.
“I want to blow your mind, and other things too. But that'll have to wait.” Sighing, JC pulled Chris close in a hug, holding him hard and tight. “I have to go to this thing. You'll still be here when I get back?"
“I ironed for you didn't I? Of course I'll be here. Now go blow their minds.”
Eep! I love this bit - tight hugs and Chris will be there when he gets back. Yay!!
Thank you soooo much *smooches* {{{{hugs}}}}
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Date: 2004-01-10 03:31 pm (UTC)*hugs you*
I'm so glad you liked it, I just had this image of JC in a room covered in clothes and Chris looking in and thinking WTF!
I'm happy it made you laugh as humour's something I haven't tried before, so I'm so glad it worked!
Eep! I love this bit - tight hugs and Chris will be there when he gets back. Yay!!
Chris will always be there for JC *nods*
Thank you again!
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Date: 2004-01-11 06:02 am (UTC)TRICKC! eeeeeeeeeee!
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Date: 2004-01-11 11:05 am (UTC)I'm so glad you enjoyed it!