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Apr. 3rd, 2003 03:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsI'm finally pretty much caught up with my fannish life. MX story at beta's. Sentinel one returned today, and just needs editing. I'm a bit behind with e-mails still, no way as bad though.
I've a very short Mutant X that I might post later, not sure yet. It's at the end of this if anyone's interested. I know there's one MX fan on my friends list *g*
So I've had time to actually read today. Lets just say that I wish I hadn't bothered. Some of the stories that I tried to read left me wanting to claw my eyes out.
The thing is I wasn't always like this, I used to be nice, would happily read about Blair having every ailment and injury under the sun. God, I even wrote one. But I'm at the point now when the words Blair, faint, fever, fall, etc make me want to run screaming from the room. It's not *all* h/c stories, there's some fantastic ones out there, but most are bad to awful.
I'm on a list that prides itself on being positive, which is all good. But when you see stories full of mistakes, bad grammar, poor punctuation, lousy plot get the same feedback as people who have taken the time to write as good as they can it pisses me off. Like I said, I used to feedback all stories, but now, I think if they can't be bothered neither can I.
But that makes me feel a little guilty, I still believe that everyone has the right to post a story, doesn't mean I'll read it. Because if I never see a 'poor little Blair' story again it'll be too soon.
Not naming names but this afternoon I started a story where Blair woke with a headache, then threw up. Jim told him to stay home and rest, but no, Blair has to go to the station, where he faints in the toilets. Sorry, can't tell you why, I couldn't read anymore.
*Why* would Blair insist on going to the PD? He's an intelligent man, if you're sick you stay home. Does he *have* to be with Jim be all the time?
(/rant) sorry, had to get that out, my brain was scrambled with badfic.
Now, onto the MX story, you can all bail now *g*
“Jesse, could you come to the living area?”
It was a question, but not really. I’d been summoned and knew it. Adam may sound like he’s requesting your presence, but in reality he’s saying, ‘get here now’. So I did, shutting the computer down then hurrying from my room. Typically, I was the last there, and had to take the worst seat, the stool that dug in your ass, and the one positioned right in Adam’s line of sight. Now when he went off into one of his complex lectures he’d look right at me, and trust me, you don’t want to be pinned by one of Adam’s earnest stares.
Squirming, I tried to discreetly find a comfortable position while glaring at my so-called friends. Shalimar was lounging on one of the easy chairs, cushion under the small of her back, totally relaxed as she winked at me, probably relived that she wasn’t on this god damned stool.
Emma was in the next chair over; at least she didn’t have the nerve to wink, instead giving me that half smile, the one that’s a cross between a smirk and a laugh. She had her legs crossed, skirt falling open to show a long span of her thigh. Flexing her foot a little as she listened to Adam. Any other man would have been in heaven with that amount of skin on show, but my eyes just skimmed past, drawn by something that interested me so much more.
Brennan was sitting next to Adam on the sofa, sprawling so that he took more than his fair share of the space. He looked almost boneless as he slouched down, long legs crossed at the ankles. His t-shirt had rode up a little, exposing a slither of brown skin, and he twisted his ring round and round as he listened to what Adam was saying. At least appeared to be listening, looking I could tell the words were just washing over him. Not that I blamed him, when Adam started talking about the latest DNA breakthrough I wished I could switch off too. Not that I had a chance, Adam had me pinned with his stare, and all I could do was nod and agree with what he said -- whatever it was.
Not that I knew what he was saying, no my attention was fixed on Brennan, who seemed to be taking great delight in driving me crazy. Even though my eyes were on Adam, I could easily see Brennan as he slowly slid lower, until his head was resting against the back of the sofa. Adam didn’t even appear to notice, just shifting over a little as Brennan stretched his legs.
As Brennan moved down his t-shirt was pushed higher, and soon that slither of skin had became more, so his flat stomach was clearly showing. You’d think that he would pull his clothes right, but no, that would spoil the fun. Brennan knew exactly what he was doing, and it was driving me crazy. His eyes seemed to gleam, the only sign that he wasn’t just slouching there listening to Adam, because not a hint of a smile was on his face. Just looking at me, so serious, seemingly unaware that his stomach was exposed. But he did know, was playing me like a master.
When he stopped twirling his ring I thought he was going to pull himself right at last, hide that tempting expanse of skin, but no. The bastard was playing me again, stroking his own stomach with just his fingertips, pushing down under the waistband of his pants with each movement.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away, as he pushed his fingers further down until he was surely brushing against his own pubic hair. It was a show put on for my benefit, of that I had no doubt, and I also had no doubt that I was responding. I could feel my cock jump in my pants, pressing hard against the fabric.
Brennan had noticed too, and for a second a satisfied grin flashed across his face, so fast that if I hadn’t been watching, I would have thought I’d imagined it. Not that the knowledge helped, I was still left sitting on this damn stool, while Adam droned on. It’s not like I can just get up, tell everyone that I need to work off some frustration. The only thing that I can do is stick it out, I’m tough -- I can take it.
All I have to do is listen to what Adam’s saying, now talking about a potential threat that has been discovered in the main frame, how there’s a one in one hundred million chance that we could be hacked. That kind of information is important, who knows when that one chance could come? So I force myself to listen, to ignore what Brennan’s doing, and it’s easy at first. He continues to stroke himself, but I can ignore that. My attention’s off him now, I’m not even looking at Brennan, have turned my head so I only see Adam. I thought I’d won, how wrong can you be?
Brennan ups the stakes; he can’t get me visually, so goes for aurally. The moan is soft, gentle, so quiet that I wasn’t sure it was real. One quick look at Brennan and I knew it had been, he had his hand cupped over his groin, caressing himself through his jeans. Not that his hand was actually moving, no he’s not that obvious, Brennan’s so skilled with his hands that he can easily move then without appearing to do so, believe me I know.
So he’s sitting next to Adam, touching himself and moaning under his breath, the moans he makes when we’re in bed and I’m poised above him to take what’s mine. They’re for my ears only, but Shalimar hears too as she sits with a huge grin on her face.
I feel like I’m going to explode, burst due to lust overload. I can feel the tension continue to build as Adam keeps talking and Brennan keeps moving. I can feel my face flush and I have to clench my hands into fists; it’s the only way that I can keep from screaming.
“Jesse…Jesse you can go.”
Adam’s voice finally registers, and I guess he’s been talking to me for a while as they all sit grinning. But all I can think of is taking care of the ache in my groin, and I jump from that stool within seconds, only stopping to pull Brennan from his seat.
I figure we can be in our room with our clothes off within a minute if I hurry. So tugging Brennan behind I run from the room, with laughter ringing in my ears. All I know is that I’ll never blow Brennan off again to play computer games. He’s made his point and I doubt I’ll forget. Game set and match to Brennan this time.
Edited to add. This morning I feel really guilty for thinking that. The Sentinel has been really positive for me, it has some of the most helpful and generous fans that I've ever met. But god, it has a lot of badfic.
I've a very short Mutant X that I might post later, not sure yet. It's at the end of this if anyone's interested. I know there's one MX fan on my friends list *g*
So I've had time to actually read today. Lets just say that I wish I hadn't bothered. Some of the stories that I tried to read left me wanting to claw my eyes out.
The thing is I wasn't always like this, I used to be nice, would happily read about Blair having every ailment and injury under the sun. God, I even wrote one. But I'm at the point now when the words Blair, faint, fever, fall, etc make me want to run screaming from the room. It's not *all* h/c stories, there's some fantastic ones out there, but most are bad to awful.
I'm on a list that prides itself on being positive, which is all good. But when you see stories full of mistakes, bad grammar, poor punctuation, lousy plot get the same feedback as people who have taken the time to write as good as they can it pisses me off. Like I said, I used to feedback all stories, but now, I think if they can't be bothered neither can I.
But that makes me feel a little guilty, I still believe that everyone has the right to post a story, doesn't mean I'll read it. Because if I never see a 'poor little Blair' story again it'll be too soon.
Not naming names but this afternoon I started a story where Blair woke with a headache, then threw up. Jim told him to stay home and rest, but no, Blair has to go to the station, where he faints in the toilets. Sorry, can't tell you why, I couldn't read anymore.
*Why* would Blair insist on going to the PD? He's an intelligent man, if you're sick you stay home. Does he *have* to be with Jim be all the time?
(/rant) sorry, had to get that out, my brain was scrambled with badfic.
Now, onto the MX story, you can all bail now *g*
“Jesse, could you come to the living area?”
It was a question, but not really. I’d been summoned and knew it. Adam may sound like he’s requesting your presence, but in reality he’s saying, ‘get here now’. So I did, shutting the computer down then hurrying from my room. Typically, I was the last there, and had to take the worst seat, the stool that dug in your ass, and the one positioned right in Adam’s line of sight. Now when he went off into one of his complex lectures he’d look right at me, and trust me, you don’t want to be pinned by one of Adam’s earnest stares.
Squirming, I tried to discreetly find a comfortable position while glaring at my so-called friends. Shalimar was lounging on one of the easy chairs, cushion under the small of her back, totally relaxed as she winked at me, probably relived that she wasn’t on this god damned stool.
Emma was in the next chair over; at least she didn’t have the nerve to wink, instead giving me that half smile, the one that’s a cross between a smirk and a laugh. She had her legs crossed, skirt falling open to show a long span of her thigh. Flexing her foot a little as she listened to Adam. Any other man would have been in heaven with that amount of skin on show, but my eyes just skimmed past, drawn by something that interested me so much more.
Brennan was sitting next to Adam on the sofa, sprawling so that he took more than his fair share of the space. He looked almost boneless as he slouched down, long legs crossed at the ankles. His t-shirt had rode up a little, exposing a slither of brown skin, and he twisted his ring round and round as he listened to what Adam was saying. At least appeared to be listening, looking I could tell the words were just washing over him. Not that I blamed him, when Adam started talking about the latest DNA breakthrough I wished I could switch off too. Not that I had a chance, Adam had me pinned with his stare, and all I could do was nod and agree with what he said -- whatever it was.
Not that I knew what he was saying, no my attention was fixed on Brennan, who seemed to be taking great delight in driving me crazy. Even though my eyes were on Adam, I could easily see Brennan as he slowly slid lower, until his head was resting against the back of the sofa. Adam didn’t even appear to notice, just shifting over a little as Brennan stretched his legs.
As Brennan moved down his t-shirt was pushed higher, and soon that slither of skin had became more, so his flat stomach was clearly showing. You’d think that he would pull his clothes right, but no, that would spoil the fun. Brennan knew exactly what he was doing, and it was driving me crazy. His eyes seemed to gleam, the only sign that he wasn’t just slouching there listening to Adam, because not a hint of a smile was on his face. Just looking at me, so serious, seemingly unaware that his stomach was exposed. But he did know, was playing me like a master.
When he stopped twirling his ring I thought he was going to pull himself right at last, hide that tempting expanse of skin, but no. The bastard was playing me again, stroking his own stomach with just his fingertips, pushing down under the waistband of his pants with each movement.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away, as he pushed his fingers further down until he was surely brushing against his own pubic hair. It was a show put on for my benefit, of that I had no doubt, and I also had no doubt that I was responding. I could feel my cock jump in my pants, pressing hard against the fabric.
Brennan had noticed too, and for a second a satisfied grin flashed across his face, so fast that if I hadn’t been watching, I would have thought I’d imagined it. Not that the knowledge helped, I was still left sitting on this damn stool, while Adam droned on. It’s not like I can just get up, tell everyone that I need to work off some frustration. The only thing that I can do is stick it out, I’m tough -- I can take it.
All I have to do is listen to what Adam’s saying, now talking about a potential threat that has been discovered in the main frame, how there’s a one in one hundred million chance that we could be hacked. That kind of information is important, who knows when that one chance could come? So I force myself to listen, to ignore what Brennan’s doing, and it’s easy at first. He continues to stroke himself, but I can ignore that. My attention’s off him now, I’m not even looking at Brennan, have turned my head so I only see Adam. I thought I’d won, how wrong can you be?
Brennan ups the stakes; he can’t get me visually, so goes for aurally. The moan is soft, gentle, so quiet that I wasn’t sure it was real. One quick look at Brennan and I knew it had been, he had his hand cupped over his groin, caressing himself through his jeans. Not that his hand was actually moving, no he’s not that obvious, Brennan’s so skilled with his hands that he can easily move then without appearing to do so, believe me I know.
So he’s sitting next to Adam, touching himself and moaning under his breath, the moans he makes when we’re in bed and I’m poised above him to take what’s mine. They’re for my ears only, but Shalimar hears too as she sits with a huge grin on her face.
I feel like I’m going to explode, burst due to lust overload. I can feel the tension continue to build as Adam keeps talking and Brennan keeps moving. I can feel my face flush and I have to clench my hands into fists; it’s the only way that I can keep from screaming.
“Jesse…Jesse you can go.”
Adam’s voice finally registers, and I guess he’s been talking to me for a while as they all sit grinning. But all I can think of is taking care of the ache in my groin, and I jump from that stool within seconds, only stopping to pull Brennan from his seat.
I figure we can be in our room with our clothes off within a minute if I hurry. So tugging Brennan behind I run from the room, with laughter ringing in my ears. All I know is that I’ll never blow Brennan off again to play computer games. He’s made his point and I doubt I’ll forget. Game set and match to Brennan this time.
Edited to add. This morning I feel really guilty for thinking that. The Sentinel has been really positive for me, it has some of the most helpful and generous fans that I've ever met. But god, it has a lot of badfic.
