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May. 2nd, 2004 06:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsSkip 275...eep! I was only away from LJ a day *g*
Okay, next ficlet is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
clumsygyrl who tied with Jules. She's having computer issues and won't see it, but it's done so I'll post and point her to it later. Fi wanted Choey watching a movie and being cute and cuddly on a couch. Which this really isn't. One day I'll write what people want. Today isn't that day ;)
When Joey had shown them the plans for his private cinema they’d all laughed, telling him he was getting above himself. All Joey had done was laugh along with them, before writing he wanted more couches on the plan, scrawling the words over the neat print out. When Chris has asked him why, Joey shrugged his shoulders and said some of his best memories were from the back row of his childhood cinema. He didn’t elaborate, just winked as he walked away.
Of course when the room was finished they all used it, ignoring Joey’s knowing looks. They’d turn up to see the latest blockbuster, and walk into the dim room, never knowing who would be in there. Sometimes it was full of Fatones, who chattered and yelled until the movie started, at which point they'd magically fall silent. JC thought it was some kind of Fatone gene, that making movies was part of their make up, and in private Chris agreed, not that he ever told JC that.
Sometimes the room was almost empty, with only the five of them watching. It was these times Chris loved the most. Justin would lie tipped back in one of the recliners until he inevitably fell asleep, when Joey would cover him with a blanket. JC would always take the front middle recliner, sitting cross legged as he watched. He’d eat candy from the bowl Joey placed on the table next to him and wouldn’t move as he became lost in the movie.
Lance liked the recliner on the left. He’d eat popcorn sprinkled with crushed M&Ms and drank from his own soda glass, so big you needed two hands to hold it. That was one of the reasons Lance liked the outside seat, he’d wander to the bathroom or to the kitchen without disturbing anyone, then quietly slip back in his chair.
Chris liked the couches the best. They were huge and squashy, and he sank into them when he sat down. He’d lie against one arm, stretching his legs across the seats, head resting on a cushion as he watched Joey filling candy bowls and serving drinks. When Joey was done he’d sit down, resting his arm along the back of the couch and Chris would smile, counting the seconds until he felt a hand touch his neck, caressing with a sure touch.
Buttons and zippers would be opened without a sound as Chris muffled groans, cursing silently as he was expertly jerked off as they kissed. The situation was never reversed. Joey would shake his head, saying he was fine before holding Chris’ hand in his own as they watched the rest of the movie cuddled together.
None of them laughed at the private cinema now, even though it was only JC that had ever seen a whole movie. Not that anyone cared; Chris least of all.
Okay, next ficlet is for
clumsygyrl who tied with Jules. She's having computer issues and won't see it, but it's done so I'll post and point her to it later. Fi wanted Choey watching a movie and being cute and cuddly on a couch. Which this really isn't. One day I'll write what people want. Today isn't that day ;)When Joey had shown them the plans for his private cinema they’d all laughed, telling him he was getting above himself. All Joey had done was laugh along with them, before writing he wanted more couches on the plan, scrawling the words over the neat print out. When Chris has asked him why, Joey shrugged his shoulders and said some of his best memories were from the back row of his childhood cinema. He didn’t elaborate, just winked as he walked away.
Of course when the room was finished they all used it, ignoring Joey’s knowing looks. They’d turn up to see the latest blockbuster, and walk into the dim room, never knowing who would be in there. Sometimes it was full of Fatones, who chattered and yelled until the movie started, at which point they'd magically fall silent. JC thought it was some kind of Fatone gene, that making movies was part of their make up, and in private Chris agreed, not that he ever told JC that.
Sometimes the room was almost empty, with only the five of them watching. It was these times Chris loved the most. Justin would lie tipped back in one of the recliners until he inevitably fell asleep, when Joey would cover him with a blanket. JC would always take the front middle recliner, sitting cross legged as he watched. He’d eat candy from the bowl Joey placed on the table next to him and wouldn’t move as he became lost in the movie.
Lance liked the recliner on the left. He’d eat popcorn sprinkled with crushed M&Ms and drank from his own soda glass, so big you needed two hands to hold it. That was one of the reasons Lance liked the outside seat, he’d wander to the bathroom or to the kitchen without disturbing anyone, then quietly slip back in his chair.
Chris liked the couches the best. They were huge and squashy, and he sank into them when he sat down. He’d lie against one arm, stretching his legs across the seats, head resting on a cushion as he watched Joey filling candy bowls and serving drinks. When Joey was done he’d sit down, resting his arm along the back of the couch and Chris would smile, counting the seconds until he felt a hand touch his neck, caressing with a sure touch.
Buttons and zippers would be opened without a sound as Chris muffled groans, cursing silently as he was expertly jerked off as they kissed. The situation was never reversed. Joey would shake his head, saying he was fine before holding Chris’ hand in his own as they watched the rest of the movie cuddled together.
None of them laughed at the private cinema now, even though it was only JC that had ever seen a whole movie. Not that anyone cared; Chris least of all.
