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turpsSo here's the thing. I'm still doing the domestic crap and don't have time to sit and work on my WIPs. But I do have time for ficlets and I've just seen this friendsfriends surfing. No idea if anyone will go for it but hey, why not try?
Choose one of my icons and request a ficlet inspired by it.
Not that my icons are all that inspiring, especially if you don't like Chris *g*
ETA: You know when I'm answering comments it would help if I deleted the ones I had replied to. Sheesh.
ETA2: 6 down 8 to go, but now I have to go to bed, school night and all *g* I'll still take requests if anyone wants them, I'm not done being an idiot yet ;)
Choose one of my icons and request a ficlet inspired by it.
Not that my icons are all that inspiring, especially if you don't like Chris *g*
ETA: You know when I'm answering comments it would help if I deleted the ones I had replied to. Sheesh.
ETA2: 6 down 8 to go, but now I have to go to bed, school night and all *g* I'll still take requests if anyone wants them, I'm not done being an idiot yet ;)
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Date: 2004-03-14 08:55 am (UTC)And I'd like to request a ficlet for the Lance WTF icon. Please :-).
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Date: 2004-03-14 09:49 am (UTC)Highlander started here again about a month or so ago, and I've been watching it for the first time. I think Richie's wonderful :)
Okay, here's your ficlet, hope you like!
The song ended and Lance smiled before running to the other side of the stage. The atmosphere was amazing, thousands of people screaming and cheering. Sure most of them were pre-teen girls but that was fine, he loved their fans, and he loved performing, when adrenalin flew through his body and he thought he could dance and sing all night.
Lance waved and smiled at the audience as he waited for the other four to take their positions. The section in front of him was filled with more pre-teens, and a few glaringly out of place parents. But it was the signs Lance was interested in, the ones proposing marriage and sexual favours. There were two FKA signs, and Lance silently agreed with the sentiment -- Chris surely did have a fine ass. Looking to the right, Lance saw a huge pink glittery sign asking him to do the Lance Dance, so he winked and gave a thumbs up, laughing when the girl holding the sign screamed then abruptly sat in her chair.
There was another sign behind the glittery one and Lance squinted, trying to see what the words said. When he did he almost staggered back in shock. JoLa 4 EVA! Lance wasn't stupid, he knew what the sign meant, they'd all surfed fan sites on nights when boredom was constant and anything was better than another game of Playstation or reading another book. But him and Joey, the thought was horrific. Joey was his best friend, they'd never do that. Ever.
“What's up?” Lance turned when he felt Justin snake his arms round his waist, chin resting on Lance's shoulder so they could quietly talk.
“The sign, look.” Lance said, then shivered when he felt Justin laugh against his ear.
“Have you not learned to take no notice of them yet? If you believed all the signs we could get laid and married every day for the next year.” Justin hugged Lance tighter, grinning wide at the flurry of camera flashes his actions caused. “They don't know us. You'll be going to bed with me tonight, same as always, Joey can find his own boyfriend, he's not getting mine.”
With those words Justin slipped away, winking at the woman with the sign as the next song started. As Lance started to dance he winked too, Joey and him, so close to the truth yet so wrong.
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Date: 2004-03-14 09:28 am (UTC)please and thank you =)
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Date: 2004-03-14 10:54 am (UTC)They were all used to hiding. It was part of the job, a bad part but an important one all the same. They were used to covering up, white lies sprinkled in with the truth, doing anything to preserve the little bit privacy that they had.
The fans loved them, but that love was a double edged sword, when every action was analysed, every word recorded and dissected. The media wanted to crucify them, praising them to the skies one day, writing them off the next.
They were used to living in the glare of publicity, where trash cans had to be locked and phone numbers changed on a regular basis. Where attack was an ever present threat and people thought they were entitled to know your every painful thought and feeling.
How do you feel now you and Dani have split up?
How do you feel being seen as the Nsync member who failed to go to space?
Questions asked with no thought to the raw emotions they scraped across.
They reacted by living in a world of codes and secret meanings, where questions would be answered by lies so often they almost become truth. Where you had each other’s backs, whatever happened. Where truth was deflected with clever lies and unspoken words. And where a simple innocent touch proved more to those in the know than a thousand words ever would.
That Lance loved you, and that was no lie.
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Date: 2004-03-14 09:40 am (UTC)ps: I meant "Richie", in case that wasn't clear :P
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Date: 2004-03-14 09:51 am (UTC)Are you turning into a writing junkie, sis? You're awesome lol
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Date: 2004-03-14 10:47 am (UTC)I'm enjoying writing just now, so yeah, I may be a junkie ;)
Anyway, here it is. Very short but I hope you like.
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Bag slung over his shoulder, Blair straightened his shoulders then pushed open the door to the bullpen. He didn’t have to be a Sentinel to hear how the noise level dropped, as he walked in, head held high. But Blair was still glad of the sunglasses that hid the worst of the bruises from curious glances as he walked to Jim’s desk.
“Sandburg.”
The atmosphere tensed as Jim stood, and Blair wondered what people were expecting to see. If they thought Jim would carry him from the room, or add to the collection of injuries Blair already carried. If Blair was honest he didn’t know himself, Jim had been distant since bringing Blair home from the hospital, just shaking his head when Blair told him they needed to talk.
Jim had left Blair with a pot of chicken soup and a bottle of pills before he’d left for the station, and strict instructions that he shouldn’t join him that day. Not that Blair had listened, he never did. Jim needed him, and that was that. It didn’t matter that Blair had just been kidnapped and beaten by a suspect on one of Jim’s cases.
Everyone would have seen the photos and case reports, everyone knew how protective Jim could be. But they all knew how determined Blair could be too. It didn’t matter that his body ached, and his face throbbed, the only thing that mattered was Jim, and the fact Blair needed to be by his side. The problem was, did Jim know that too?
“Jim, I had…”
“Just sit down before you fall down, Chief.” Jim said, then pulled a chair across so Blair could sit. “I’ll go and get a copy of the file for you.”
Blair smiled as Jim gently ruffled his hair as he walked past and the noise of the room went back to its usual volume. Things would be fine, he was bruised, but he’d never be beaten.
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Date: 2004-03-14 09:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-14 04:07 pm (UTC)But here it is!
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It was supposed to happen once then not again. A fumble in the night, two men taking comfort when they most needed it. It wasn’t supposed to escalate to something that happened every night, with secretive looks around hotel doors and hurried dashes between rooms.
After, when they’d slept together for the twentieth time in a row -- and not all of those including sex – they’d sat on the bed and solemnly reassured each other they were buddy fucking, that’s all. It was easier that way, to be two friends bonding together due to being the oldest. They talked of how they felt old and jaded next to the babies, how they’d survived things the others could never imagine. They laughed and bitched and complained as they watched German television wrapped around each other on narrow hotel beds.
They revelled in the closeness, took comfort from one another and slept in one another’s arms. But when they woke up and separated each morning they’d reassure each other, it’s a buddy fuck, that’s all. It was easier that way, no hopes, no expectations.
They’d separate each morning and shower in their own rooms, ignoring the knowing smirks of room mates that though they knew it all. Then meet for breakfast, where they’d pass each other food without being asked and sit side by side, hands touching on the table before pulling them back when the truth returned. They were fuck buddies, they’d agreed that the first night. It was the right thing, they both knew it. Except when they didn’t, and they both ached to be more.
Neither of them said a word, resigned to doing what the other wanted. It was a situation with no end and no apparent solution until they slipped one day. When they were standing in the glare of the cameras and extras who watched them with sharp eyed interest, as they jumped and performed.
It was the cheerleaders that did it, cute perky girls who clustered round them with wide smiles and reaching hands. It wasn’t what they wanted and they walked away from them and stood aside, happy as soon as they were together.
“I love you.” Chris couldn’t keep silent any more. He had to say something, he couldn’t lie anymore. JC gasped, then turned to look at Chris.
“Do you mean it?”
“I mean it, and I’ll tell everyone, no more lies, even to ourselves.” And he turned and opened his mouth wide, ready to yell his news to the room. JC laughed and put his hand over Chris’ mouth, no one else needed to know. It was enough that he did, and smiling so wide it hurt, he leaned forward and whispered I love you too.
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Date: 2004-03-14 11:26 am (UTC)But here you go, short because...well because it's Sponge slash. It took me ages to do this;)
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Krabbypatty shoved into its bun, Spongebob handed it to Squidworth who took it to one of the fish who sat in The Krusty Krab. It was the last order of the day so Spongebob turned off the grill then started to clean it, whistling and singing as he worked despite how tired he felt. Mr Crabs had been in a grouchy mood all day, yelling about profit margins and other things that Spongebob didn’t understand.
“Spongebob.”
Looking up, Spongebob saw Patrick standing at the door of the kitchen, Squidworth behind him, scowling and batting at Patrick with a broom, but the starfish didn’t move an inch, just stood looking at Spongebob.
“You’d better move Patrick, I’m coming now.” said Spongebob, and he threw the greasy cloth in the trashcan. Patrick smiled then moved, pushing Squidworth aside with a swipe of his hips as he did so.
“I’m going now.” Said Spongebob, waving at Squidworth as he went past, he ignored the way Squidworth muttered and grumbled under his breath, he was always doing things like that, but it didn’t mean anything. Spongebob knew he was one of Squidworth’s best friends really.
As soon as they were outside, Patrick kissed Spongebob on the top of his head, planting his lips on one of his sponge holes. “I’ve missed you today.” Spongebob didn’t reply, he knew Patrick missed him, but Spongebob had to work, it took money to maintain his pineapple and to keep Gary in food.
They walked until they could see the jellyfish beds, then stood side by side, enjoying the tranquillity of the moment. One of Patrick’s arms slipped across Spongebob’s back, and he leaned back into it, enjoying the solid feeling of the pink limb.
Patrick might be stupid at times, but Spongebob loved him, he knew that with every inch of his yellow spongy body.
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Date: 2004-03-14 09:58 am (UTC)Also : if you sent email it still hasn't come through. Sorry! Alt email address : ephemera at ephemera-interlock.org.uk
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Date: 2004-03-16 09:15 am (UTC)Okay, here's the ficlet. Not sure about it, but I give it to you anyway.
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Or I won't, it's too big by 40 characters, so I've posted here (http://www.livejournal.com/users/turps33/201642.html#cutid1)
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Date: 2004-03-14 10:01 am (UTC)*blows kisses*
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Date: 2004-03-17 04:42 am (UTC)I'll tell you the same as I told
*****
Carefully picking up the smashed pieces of a broken dish, Blair dropped them in the trashcan, wincing as they clashed against the other dishes already in there. Stopping a moment to throw a chewed apple away, Blair searched through all of Jim’s cupboards for a brush, finally finding one hanging neatly with the matching dustpan in the hall cupboard.
On hands and knees, Blair swept all the slivers of china he could see, then did it again, knowing Sentinel eyes would see so much more than his own. Slivers disposed of, Blair looked around the kitchen, deciding what to clean next, which is when he saw the sausages stuffed in the ventilation fan. Cursing Larry in every language he knew, Blair climbed on the workbench and started the tricky job of pulling the link of sausages back out.
Sausages rescued and binned, Blair started to straighten the living room, fluffing cushions furiously as he tried to finish before Jim came home. There was so much to do, even with all the cleaning Blair had done the loft was still a mess, and there was still Jim’s bedroom to do. The thought of Jim’s bedroom made Blair freeze in his tracks, he imagined Larry throwing shirts and white socks around the room, and Jim’s face when he saw his carefully ironed clothes thrown carelessly to the floor. As it was Blair could see a pair of white boxers hanging over the railings, complete with stain that surely Jim hadn’t made.
Blair raced for the stairs, snatching for the boxers when he reached the top. But it was a race doomed to failure, and Blair froze as he heard Jim’s key in the lock followed by the door opening.
“All right, put your hands where I can see them, now!” Jim shouted, and Blair jumped, heart thudding as he saw Jim standing with his gun drawn in the living room.
“Jim, it's me. Don't shoot. Don't shoot, man.” Blair said, and he started to walk down the stairs.
“You did this?” Asked Jim, and Blair shivered as Jim looked at him.
“Sort of. Larry escaped.”
Jim growled softly, and Blair thought about going back upstairs, but there was no way out up there, not unless he wanted to climb out of the skylight and that was not an option. Plus, all Jim would do was drag him down by the legs and that would be embarrassing, so Blair slowly finished walking downstairs, then stood looking at Jim.
“I told you what would happen if Larry did anything like this.” Jim said, then he bent forward so he could whisper in Blair’s ear.
“You want to put what in where?” Blair was surprised and stepped back until his legs pressed against the bottom step. “You’re telling that you’ve finally decided we’ll go all the way now. I thought you were mad about this.” Blair swept his hand out, indicating the loft, but Jim shrugged.
“I’m not happy about it, believe me, Chief. But that sweater, I couldn’t keep my hands off you if I tried.”
Blair looked down at his sweater, the old one he’d pulled on to clear Larry’s mess, then laughed as he saw Jim reach out to touch it. “You just want me for my fuzzy sweater don’t you?”
“That’s not the only thing, Sandburg.” Jim said, as he reached for Blair.
As Blair was crushed against Jim’s strong chest, he vowed to thank Larry when they found him.
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Date: 2004-03-14 10:10 am (UTC)They showed The. Best. Episode. EVER. again this weekend. Brennan said I love you! And we'll totally ignore the fact that BZ nerve agent doesn't do any of the things it did on the show and isn't generally deadly, because without the whole "almost dying" thing, they probably wouldn't have had that moment.
Also, almost done on your beta, but my nieces are here this weekend, so I'm a little distracted. Sorry about that!
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Date: 2004-03-17 11:48 am (UTC)No hurry on the beta either, I forgot to tell you that. I'm going away on Friday for the weekend so couldn't work on it until next week anyway. So like I say, take your time.
Here's your ficlet, hope you like it. No idea where it came from *g*
*****
Jesse never meant to look, in fact he was sure it was against some kind of rule in the friends handbook to spend time staring at your friend’s ass. He’d tried to stop, saying he needed the bathroom every time he caught himself staring. But it happened so often that Adam insisted on scanning him for a kidney infection.
The problem was it was everywhere. Jesse would wake in the morning and stagger into the kitchen, and Brennan would be standing making coffee, ass nicely outlined in his soft grey sleep pants. There was no way Jesse couldn’t look, he had to, gaze dropping down against his will before he turned and fled back to his room.
Jesse spent a lot of time in his room, sitting cross-legged on his bed. He thought about how often he saw Brennan’s ass now, and tried to remember if Brennan had always worn clothes designed to show it off. Tight pants, t-shirts that skimmed across it, framing the ass just right, which was another thing Jesse wondered. When had it become the ass?
At first, after five hurried ‘bathroom’ visits in one morning, Jesse wondered if he was a victim of a practical joke. Maybe Emma was amplifying his feelings, making the ass a drug Jesse couldn’t resist. Then Emma and Shalimar went away for a few days and Jesse still needed to see the ass so that idea was a bust.
Eventually, Jesse decided to just suck it up and go cold turkey. It was hard, the ass was everywhere as Brennan decided the best way to keep Jesse away from his room was to dog his every step. Brennan helped Jesse fix one of the terminals, and Jesse almost choked on his coffee when Brennan climbed under a desk to reach some wires, ass sticking in the air, mocking Jesse with its nearness. In a way Jesse was glad he was choking, it stopped his traitorous hand that was moving to cop a feel.
They sparred later, and Brennan decided to warm up by touching his toes, over and over again. Jesse knew he had to move or touch that time, and simply turned and walked away, phasing into his room and locking the door when Brennan followed. Jesse spent the next thirty minutes in his bathroom with his hands down his pants as Brennan shouted for him to tell me what’s wrong, god damn it!
It couldn’t go on and Jesse knew it. He had to either get over his obsession with the ass or resign himself to a life of hurried bathroom visits and a hand that was silky soft due to excessive hand lotion.
He never expected Brennan to be the one that ended it.
Hand round his dick, Jesse opened his eyes when he heard his door open and saw Brennan standing looking at him. Jesse’s hard on deflated in seconds but he still held on, shielding himself from view.
“This has gone far enough.” Brennan said seriously, and Jesse flushed when he saw where Brennan was looking. “You want to see my ass so much, come and have a real look. I’ll be waiting in my bedroom.”
Brennan walked out with a wink and Jesse stood frozen, warring between outrage that Brennan had broken into his room and excitement about his offer. Excitement won and within seconds Jesse was phasing through the wall to Brennan’s room. It was time to see the ass up close and personal.
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Date: 2004-03-14 04:15 pm (UTC)I know it's short but I hope it makes you feel a little better.
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It started with small touches at the breakfast table, Nick’s hand touching Kevin’s as he passed the milk. Later, as they climbed into the mini van to take them to an interview, Nick pushed Howie aside so he could sit next to Kevin, then promptly fell asleep, head cradled against Kevin’s shoulder. Nick’s hair tickled Kevin’s cheek and he spent the whole journey shivering at the feel of Nick’s breath against his neck.
At lunch Nick ate with his fingers, licking them clean after each fry. Kevin was unable to look away, letting his own meal go cold as he watched each bite Nick took. Nick said nothing when he noticed, just smiled and walked away; leaving Kevin to reassure Brian he wasn’t sickening for something and his appetite was fine.
They all shared a dressing room as usual at the arena, and Kevin sat in a corner reading a book as the others laughed and joked. He vowed he wouldn’t look when Nick started to change into costume. It was a vow that failed as soon as Nick stripped off his clothes and walked around the dressing room in nothing but his boxers, white fabric clinging to all the right places.
The concert was a success, and they were all on fire, working the crowd into a frenzy. Kevin didn’t even watch Nick at first, instead he played to the crowd, pouring his heart into singing and dancing. They owned the stage and the atmosphere was electric as the fans screamed and yelled. The others were a blur to Kevin, running and jumping in a whirl of motion, then Nick caught his eye and Kevin knew he was lost.
Get Another Boyfriend was a song they all loved, a chance to break free from choreography and just dance, and Nick loved it most of all. Beating his coat to the floor, head back, lost in the music. Then he was dancing at the drums, whole body moving to the beat. Kevin could hardly look away. When Nick started to shimmy all Kevin could do was hide his eyes, pretending to react to the song lyrics. It didn’t fool Nick.
After the song finished he walked behind Kevin and bent slightly so he could whisper in Kevin’s ear. “I told you I’d make you notice me.” All Kevin could do was nod. He’d resisted for a long time, maybe it was time to just give in to the inevitable.
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Date: 2004-03-15 08:48 am (UTC)I know you won't mind this, at least I hope not.
Hope you enjoy
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Chris didn’t even them coming, he wasn’t on his guard. Why should he be? It was a sunny day in the driveway of his own home and the last thing he expected was rough hands on his arms, pulling him to the ground as he stepped from his car. He looked around but all he saw was a fist, seconds before it connected with his cheekbone, snapping his head back with an audible crack.
Pain exploding in his head, Chris staggered and collapsed forward, before being pulled semi upright by his arms. The hands dug painfully into his skin and he gasped out loud, cursing as someone knelt beside him.
“Tell me the code. Now!” The voice said, and Chris shook his head. There was no way anyone was getting into his home. Someone kicked him, foot slamming into Chris’ vulnerable side and he felt tears slide down his face, mixing with the blood that dripped from his nose.
“I’ll hurt you.” The words were hissed in Chris’ ear and he believed them, but still he remained quiet. He could cope with pain, he couldn’t cope with someone defiling his home, touching his stuff, looking at pictures of his sisters, his family. That wasn’t going to happen.
The next blow landed on Chris’ back, rapid angry punches followed by a savage jerk of his shoulders as his arms were pulled back, muscles screaming as he was pushed flat to the floor.
Cheek scraping against sharp stones, Chris lay still, watching as a small puddle of blood formed. Pain spiked from every inch of his body and he wanted to sleep, but anger kept him awake and he waited for any opportunity to see the men that had done this. He wanted to jump up and hit himself, but knew the best he could do was memorise faces, he couldn’t move an inch without crying out, attack wasn’t an option.
“This is useless, let’s go before the heat gets here.”
The man holding Chris’ arms let them go, and they flopped to the ground, numb and useless. Chris never saw their faces, he couldn’t move his head to see, all he could do was watch as the shadows in his garden lengthened and the blood dried on his face. Then later; much later, dig his cell phone from his pocket, hitting a speed dial, any speed dial.
Hi Chris.
When Lance answered all Chris could do was moan, but it was enough, he knew Lance would come.
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Date: 2004-03-14 01:12 pm (UTC)And your icons are very inspiring! Anybody who doesn't like Chris doesn't deserve to be your friend. I think you should only make ficlets for those who have some appreciation for Chris. I mean, they can choose another icon if they want, but anybody who's anti-Chris doesn't deserve a Terri-special!
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Date: 2004-03-15 06:02 am (UTC)No ficlets for them if they don't!
Talking of which, here's yours. Sorry it's so short.
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Back resting against the sun warm metal of the car, Chris sighs happily and closes his eyes. It’s midday and they’re playing hooky, escaping from practice to drive and picnic in the sun, there’ll be hell to pay when they get back, but Chris doesn’t care. He needs this time, away from dance studios and managers who think they can exist on four hours sleep a day.
It’s Chris’ plan and he’s going to take all the blame -- he knows it’s worth it -- he can’t stand another day of seeing them worked to exhaustion, looking at their white faces and tired eyes.
Joey laughs and Chris smiles at the sound, it’s been too long since he heard it and that’s wrong. Joey’s made to laugh, huge great belly laughs and Chris hates that they’ve been forced from him. But he’s laughing now, and Chris half opens his eyes to see Joey sitting on Justin in the long grass, tickling his ribs as Justin shrieks and yells for mercy.
Lance is standing over them both, hair glowing in the sunlight. He looks ethereal, shining around the edges and Chris has to shut his eyes a little more against the glare. But he keeps watching, it makes him smile to see Lance suddenly yell and pile on top of Joey and Justin, and soon they’re nothing but a moving squirming pile of limbs.
“Lou’s going to bust your ass.”
Chris shrugs and keeps watching the pile of boys. He knows he’ll be blasted as soon as they get back, it’s something he accepts and something he doesn’t care about right now.
“I know.” Chris looks up at JC and smiles, squinting as the sunlight beams in his face. “I’ll deal.”
JC smiles back, then gracefully sits on the ground next to Chris, he moves so they’re sitting arm to arm, legs pressed together, then lies his head on Chris’ shoulder. Chris takes JC’s hand in his and entwines their fingers. There’s some things worth getting in trouble for and Chris would do anything for these four people. They’re the light in his life and that’s worth any harsh words or penalties from Lou.
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Date: 2004-03-14 03:45 pm (UTC)I have to choose =one=?!?!?
But MMMMmmmm, Terri-ficlet!
Hmmm.
'Guh!' or 'trickC'.
I can't choose... ;)
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Date: 2004-03-15 12:28 pm (UTC)******
They’d set off hours before, whispering in the pre dawn as they threw a bag on the back seat of Chris’ car, before hitting the road, singing along to the radio as the sun rose in the sky and the darkness was replaced by brilliant sunshine.
The sang along to everything, Chris’ hands tapping on the steering wheel as JC sat cross legged in the passenger seat, curls blowing in the breeze from the open window. Then laughed until tears flooded their faces as JC went grunge, yelling along to Nirvana then laughed more when Chris did Britney -- complete with dance movements.
They stopped often, sitting on the car bonnet drinking huge cups of coffee that scalded their lips as they swallowed, with hats pulled low and sunglasses hiding their eyes. Then threw the cups in the trash and set off again, knowing they’d have to stop for a toilet break and more coffee within hours.
They ate on the move, JC pushing chips in Chris’ mouth, giggling when Chris nipped at his fingers. Then ate chocolate that melted on their fingers so they had to lick it off, with lewd suggestions and outrageous innuendos.
They stopped when they reached a small town, and walked side by side through the bustling streets. JC bought leather cuffs studded with small spikes and slid them on Chris’ wrists, then blushed when he had to ask for money to pay. Chris shook his head and dug out his wallet, handing over the notes with an indulgent smile.
It was a risk to ask for the photo, but they wanted a souvenir of the day, when they’d ran away from their usual lives. So they walked to an almost deserted area and asked an old lady to take one. She agreed so JC beamed as he pulled a small camera from his bag, explaining how to point and click before draping his arm over Chris’ shoulder as Chris hooked an arm round JC’s waist and they posed with wide smiles.
They had to go home then, back to being celebrities and the job they loved. Where they lived their lives under the glare of stardom and shone with its light. But at times, when they sat together in their house, one of them would pull the photograph from his wallet and they’d laugh at how Chris was looking away, distracted at the crucial moment, and the way JC stared solemnly at the camera.
They’d had millions of glassy pictures taken, but that one was the most important of all. Reminding them that they were still ordinary men under the gloss, and that the love they shared was constant. That they could be the S and C of Nsync or plain Chris and JC, their love spanned it all.
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Date: 2004-03-14 07:04 pm (UTC)Of course, some EMAILS might be nice too! ;)~
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