(no subject)

[turps]

Surfing friendsfriends earlier I saw this from dorrie6 ...it might be cool to start a meme where you list all the first lines of your fics and then people write drabbles in the comments with the same first line."

As I prepare to fall into the world of The timbertrick I figured it would be a good thing to try. I've no idea if anyone will go for it but I've some fantastic writers on my list, and even if you don't normally write have a go. Drabbles are exactly 100 words but if you go over or under I won't hunt you down *g*

First sentences are behind the cut, all from my longer stories. Also any fandom can play, not just pop

When Lynn Harless first held her son in her arms she knew he was going to be special.
They´ve flown hundreds of times, thousands even, but it never seems to get easier
“We´re here, come on.’
It's late morning when JC wakes.
It’s their time alone.
A lot of people think they know JC; most of them don't.
Eyes half closed, Chris stumbles into his kitchen
The party´s in full swing when Joey arrives.
Chris watches eyes half closed as he leans against the wall.
Joey knows Lou's a heartless bastard.
It is only a fleeting glance, but it´s enough to pique Nick´s curiosity
The end was fast
"The only thing that we don't do together is fuck!"

Comments

[http://users.livejournal.com/_bettina_/]

Exactly 100 words:


It's their time alone. They don't talk, they just sit together, with Chris' legs in Lance's lap and Lance running his fingers over Chris' calves.

There is always so much noise around them, always so many people to talk to and things to do and Chris loves it. He loves to be around people, but he loves this, too. Being alone with Lance, not talking, just being there, touching each other. Being calm together.

Lance looks at him, smiling, and Chris almost drowns in the intensity of Lance's eyes. He catches his breath and can't believe how lucky he is.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

OH! That's so lovely.

You managed to convey a lovely sense of calmness, just them being together and loving the closeness. They love each other *happy sigh*

Thank you so much!

Please don't hunt me down...

[ceci2176.livejournal.com]

...I couldn't write this any shorter. It's a triple drabble.

It's late morning when JC wakes. As he comes to, memories of the accident flash through his mind; the headlights of the oncoming car, the screech of the tires, the crunch of metal...and the screams. Chris's screams. JC is completely awake with worry now. He senses that someone is in the room, moving towards him. He hopes it's Chris, and is disappointed to see that it's Joey.

"Hey...it's great to see you awake, man! You really gave us a scare.... Oh, I'm gonna go and get your doctor, okay?"

JC tries to nod, but nothing happens. "Oh...okay." His throat is so dry, and he hopes Joey brings some water, too. As he waits, he thinks about Chris again. Hopefully he's okay and will come in with Joey and the doctor. But when the door opens again, only the doctor and Joey appear.

The doctor asks him how he's feeling, and if he remembers anything. What JC can't remember, Joey and the doctor tell him. He and Chris were in an accident, a drunk driver drove into their car. The reason why he can't move is that cartilage coating on one of the vertebrae in his neck is pressing against the spinal cord, but that the swelling will go down and he will be able to move again.

When JC asks about Chris, he is met with silence. "Please, just tell me. Is he all right?"

Joey sighs. "He..." He sighs again before he continues. "It was touch and go for a while, but they think he will be. He's been asking about you, I'll tell him you're awake."

Knowing that Chris is alive, JC relaxes. The last thing he hears before falling asleep is Joey's voice. "Now that they are both awake, they both have something to fight for. Eachother."

THE END

Re: Please don't hunt me down...

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Ceci! I thought he was dead then and I was going to cry!

Thank you! That was very powerful with a hopeful ending, very nice.

And of course I won't hunt you down, I'll never turn away fic of any length.

[ihearthings-ii.livejournal.com]

It’s their time alone, and inside it, time stands still. Inside it, they are just two, just togther, just in love, and nothing else matters.
Outisde, it’s crazy. Had they wanted to, they could have heard, the screams outside, the running in the corridors, the rigging, the preparation, the adreanaline pumping harshly through every vein in the stadium. But that’s later. Much, much later, and it doesn’t matter right now.
All that matters is the quiet whisper of skin against skin, the slipsliding of fingertips on sweatslick bodies, the words nobody else is suppsoed to hear.
It’s their time alone.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Oh man, CJ. That was wonderful.

All that matters is the quiet whisper of skin against skin, the slipsliding of fingertips on sweatslick bodies, the words nobody else is suppsoed to hear.

I loved that, so hot in an understated way and the love shines through.

Thank you so much!

[paperdollkisses.livejournal.com]

A lot of people think they know JC; most of them don't. For example, the way he licks his coffee spoon twice on each side before he puts it in the sink. The small smile that curved his lips whenever the engine on his jeep turned over. The fact that he looked through all the fan gifts to find the perfect brown teddy bear for Briahna when she was born and felt that because they had been given in love from the fans that adding his love would make it more special than something out of a catalouge or cold impersonal department store. Or the fact that his eyes softened when he looked at Joey not because they were close friends. But because they were even closer lovers. That the mornings that he could wake up beside Joey beat all others hands down. Because they don't know that all of the hardships of being famous were worth it because of those mornings.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Oh! Oh Jo, I have tears here.

That was gorgeous. Especially this The fact that he looked through all the fan gifts to find the perfect brown teddy bear for Briahna when she was born and felt that because they had been given in love from the fans that adding his love would make it more special. What a beautiful sentiment.

I loved this. Thank you so much.

[call-me-loca.livejournal.com]

The end was fast, which shouldn’t surprise anyone really. It had been building up to this point for so long the ending was inevitable. The stolen glances, the hidden innuendos; it was all too obvious.

Everywhere you turned, they were always there, mocking your presence, allowing you to believe that a secret was kept. Knowing that one day the truth would be revealed; you waited for it to happen.

You thought you were pretty good at concealing your feelings, that it really didn’t get to you; their constant reminder that you could be missing out on something pretty powerful.

Until one day you succumbed.

TrickC

[turps33.livejournal.com]

That was awesome, and on so many levels.

TrickC sneaks up on you, man. They're just MFEO you know?

You write a fantastic drabble, Loca. Thank you :D

[callsigns.livejournal.com]

Some timbertrick to get you in the mood. :)

They’ve flown hundreds of times, thousands even, but it never seems to get easier.

“I don’t want to go,” Justin frets, and Chris can understand it. It’s still warm here, the sun still reflects red-orange fire from the rippling mirror of the lake, and the bright haze of summer always seems immortal to the young. But time will pass, as time does, and the pine trees will stay green, but the sun’s fire will dim under a blanket of thick clouds, cut high and cold by thin winds. The snow will come, and Justin’s curls will freeze icy-solid, sharp and pale gold, as dead as the flowers beneath the ground.

So Chris takes Justin’s hand, squeezes once for comfort when Justin looks at him with sad eyes, and squeezes again when Justin unfurls his wings with a plaintive sigh. “We’ll be back before you know it,” he promises as his own feathered pinions spread, lifting joyously to the air, and they’re fifty feet up before Chris realizes that Justin is still holding his hand.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Whoa, Jessa. That was beautiful and powerful, and just wow.

Your descriptions are so lush and vivid and I just want more you know? But at the same time, the end feels right.

Thank you so much!

[http://users.livejournal.com/_jules_/]

Eyes half closed, Chris stumbles into his kitchen. JC is there, looking all hot and stuff. As usual. So Chris is like, "You're so hot, let's make out." And JC is all, "Okay."

Then they make out. And it's really nice. Because they're totally in love.

The end.

I think I might be a little under 100 words, but you know, I'm such a great writer and stuff. I can't help it. Thank you. Thank you very much.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Jules! You wrote for me!

You captured the hotness of the TrickC relationship so well, who cares about word count?

Thank you ;)

[hegemony.livejournal.com]

A lot of people think they know JC; most of them don't.

He doesn't think he wants them to. The innocent, selfless JC left years ago. Now, he's no longer half as cheery as he used to be.

Instead, he's dark, grainy, a protégé. He's got fame, integrity and a girlfriend who not only plays a saucy, conniving housewife on TV, but likes bending over backwards, being tied to the bed and walking around the house naked with him.

He saunters around like the devil, now. He's considered the new anti-christ, with tight black provacative androgynous clothing and dark blue eyeliner. His black mascara and benetint-stained cheeks and black leather wrist cuffs set fear and resent in the hearts of parents around the world.

He's been trained to become the next great dark scholar of pop music, the phantom that lurks around the dark corners. He’s realized how he can pierce through the mist that surrounds teenage pop queens and dime a dozen rock groups and paper-thin rappers who turn with the tide. His eyes shine with answers to unasked questions and wisdom beyond his thirty years. He’s an artist now more than he ever was before.

And yet, he's natural for this archetype, a shoe-in for the role. He's got the physique of Manson and his face, when photographed just right, reminds MTV executives of a young Reznor. Nobody can forget his growl, that growl, for it has been rumored to send delightful shockwaves through the goth rock gods themselves. JC's been measured and found wanting.

Things are still the same, even if he's abandoned Jive, abandoned his past. Chris still worries about him on late nights in the studio. Lance still tries to get him to help recite and conjugate those old Russian cosmonaut verbs. Joey still sits with him and a glass of cognac and a fire in the fireplace, talking about how proud he is of Brianna. Even with the makeup and black nail polish, Brianna somehow still knows who he is, and always comes running.

Justin sees the change first and sneers in JC's face, tells him that it's all wrong, too dark, too forced. He doesn't speak to JC for weeks, months, as if he's afraid that he’ll catch whatever JC has. Then JC's album drops, and Justin shows up one day at his dressing room door, and walks inside, pressing JC into the wall, hissing at him.

'Make me into one of them.'

JC smiles, a pretty, seductive, alluring smile like the ones that Eva likes to give him. He feels special, dominant, fortunate, even though Justin’s speaking of him like an alien. Speaking of his new friends and colleagues as aliens. He gives Justin a billion dollar purr.

‘Where shall I begin?’

[hegemony.livejournal.com]

(and I am aware that that was 460 words. Because I drabble like that)

[dazzlingstar.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm not sure how much I like this. I'm usually better at this, methinks. :-\


Eyes half closed, Chris stumbles into his kitchen. JC is there – waiting.

“Chris.”

It’s all JC has to say before Chris drunkenly staggers over to JC, falling into his arms. He lets out a half-sob, half-laugh, cheeks flushed, face pressed against JC’s chest. He lets JC hold him, comfort him, knowing he doesn’t have to say anything.

JC rubs his back, humming, holding him tightly as if Chris means everything to him. But this is JC and Chris knows that can’t happen. Still, he lets JC whisper “I love you,” into his ear, wishing, pretending, that JC actually meant it.

[dazzlingstar.livejournal.com]

And because I was bored. Have another. Like I could leave something unhappy. ;-)



It's late morning when JC wakes, Chris in his arms. His eyes follow the lines of Chris’ face, his hand reaching for Chris’ hair, brushing a tuft away from his forehead. Chris stirs, frowning, gradually squinting his eyes open. Suddenly, Chris’ eyes go wide as he remembers... stumbling, the kitchen.

He looks up at JC, daring not to hope. “You meant it? It’s real?”

JC nods slowly, kissing the corner of his mouth. “It’s real, Chris. I meant it. I love you.”

Chris can’t find the words, but as he curls back against JC, he knows someday soon they’ll come.

[dreamtrance.livejournal.com]

okay so I'm late to the party and I'm not counting words :)

---

The party’s in full swing when Joey arrives. Chris watches him from the other side of the room as Joey begins to make his rounds greeting everyone. Even though he’s not the one throwing the party or even the guest of honor he steals the show and everyone there can’t help but notice. As Joey makes his way to the kitchen he is constantly stopped either for a quick chat or a pat on the back or even a few hugs. He keeps that bright smile on his face acknowledging each and every person who stops him.

After Joey’s been there for a while and the hoopla around him has died down Chris finally catches his eye. Joey knew Chris had been there, and watching him the minute he stepped through the door. He could practically feel his presence, his eyes on him. This was the first time tonight that he would return the gaze and acknowledge Chris, but it wouldn’t be the last.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Choey! I love it!

Joey would know Chris was there and watching him, how could he not?

He could practically feel his presence, his eyes on him

Yes, because they're so aware of each other. The end is wonderful *happy sigh*

Thank you.

[call-me-loca.livejournal.com]

Did one more, just because-

It’s their time alone, that final moment of togetherness before they become their “other” self. Out there, they are Chris Kirkpatrick and Lance Bass, pop superstars. Here, they are Chris and Lance, best friends, lovers, and soul mates.

A door opens and a voice screeches, “You aren’t supposed to be together! Out!” They both sigh, holding back the laughter. They share a look and Chris gets up to leave, letting one word escape. “Soon.”

Lance watches the door close and the panic sets in. “We weren’t supposed to get caught; we’ll never hear the end.” Taking a deep breath, he collects himself and walks out the door.

As the music begins and the people become aware of their presence, they glance at each other and know it’s right.

Best friends, lovers, soul mates and soon-to-be partners.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

That was wonderful.

I love the theme of them being different in public and private anyway, then you add in some lovely trickyfish and them being outed with a good outcome.

How could I not love it? Thank you!

[autumnyte.livejournal.com]

Ah, what the heck! This looks like fun.


It’s late morning when JC wakes. The room is spinning. His tongue is swollen, mouth painfully dry, like a desert. He makes a silent prayer to the gods of partying, promising that he’ll never do whatever he did last night again, if they’ll make his headache disappear.

For a moment, he forgets where he is or how he got here. Slowly he sits up, rubs his eyes, and notices someone lying next to him. Asleep. Naked.

He smiles as blurry memories of the prior night flood his mind. Liquid courage had finally helped him get something he’d always wanted: Chris

[turps33.livejournal.com]

EEP! That was wonderful. It seems like it's going to be all achy then JC sees Chris and all is fine in the world!

I loved it, thank you so much.

And feel free to tell me off for not realising I hadn't replied.

[ephemera.livejournal.com]

Eyes half closed, Chris stumbles into his kitchen. Bright light bad. He buries his face between Lance's shoulder blades to hide from it, breathing in sweaty skin and washing powder. Strange creatures Lances, that wake up early and go running every single day and let nocturnal Chrises lick the backs of their necks before Chrises have brushed their teeths and smile about it. And then there's another body behind him, and the brush of minty fresh teeth on the back of his own neck. Chris shivers, and Joey leans closer to kiss Lance's ear and push coffee into Chris' hand.

[call-me-loca.livejournal.com]

SQUEEEEEEEE!!

CHOLA in the morning!!

I love this as if it was for me! *g*

and another ;)

[ephemera.livejournal.com]

The party´s in full swing when Joey arrives, people everywhere and about a two to one ratio of guests to even-scantier-clad girls. He's got a cocktail in his hand and a blond bunny wrapped around him before he's even had time to look around and take it in. Playboy Mansion. Dude. She's running a finger down his upper arm when she offers to show him around. He surprises himself by saying 'dancefloor' rather than 'grotto' but then, that's where the other two will be, dancing together like the girls between them are invisible. There's no better floorshow, not even here.

Re: and another ;)

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Another wonderful drabble, and you just know that the other two are still Chris and Lance.

I can just imagine Joey at the Playboy mansion, he'd be in his element, yet he still goes for his boys.

You're really great at these. Thank you.

might be over 100 words.. sorry.

[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

I'm late, can I still play?

"We're here, come on."

Joey clutches his pillow tighter and rolls away from the annoying voice that is trying to wake him. "Go away." He mumbles into the pillow.

"Joey, we're here, wake up."

There's fingers poking him in his ribcage now. He slaps at them, still refusing to open his eyes, if he doesn't open them, then he's not really awake and he really doesn't want to be awake right now. The fingers are poking harder now, "Ow. What the fuck?" Joey sits up so fast that he smacks his head on the low ceiling. "You fucking pinched me." He growls, turning to look at Chris.

"Yup. Woke you up, didn't it? Now get your ass up, we're here."

Joey sighs and rubs his head where it had smacked the ceiling. "Where's here?" Chris doesn't answer him, just moves through the RV opening the window shades. Chris moves away from the large side window. The view makes Joey pause, there's a lot of trees around the RV, but there's a distinct path leading to a lake. "Wow." Joey murmurs.

Chris walks back to Joey and climbs onto the bunk, slipping behind him and wrapping Joey in his arms. "We're someplace where you can relax and quit worrying. No one can find us here."

Joey's not sure what to say to that, he knows that the last month or so has been rough. Both on him and on Chris. A million things run through his mind and he opens his mouth to say just one, but Chris silences him with a kiss. Joey relaxes into it and thinks to himself that he might have, finally, made the right choice and how thankful he is that Chris waited for him

...end...

.

Re: might be over 100 words.. sorry.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Raven! That was beautiful and I loved it so much. I loved Chris taking care of Joey and knowing what he needs. I especially love imagining them at that lake, together in such a beautiful setting.

Thank you so much, honey. I'm thrilled you're writing again.

[castalie.livejournal.com]

Am finally playing! *waves*

Huh okay so as far as drabbles go, it's not exactly a drabble. Like, it's around 450 words, but who cares, right? Right? lol

***

“The only thing that we don't do together is fuck! Why is that, Jim, huh, why? What's wrong with you anyway - you're a detective, you're supposed to buy a clue. So why don't take what is so obviously offered? And I'm talking about me by the way."

Well, if that wasn't a come on, Jim didn't know what it was. He could have started a long speech explaining why he'd never exactly tried to put a real move on his Guide, he could have talked and talked - if it has been his MO, which it wasn't.

He prowled towards Blair who was looking so very hot, all indignant and intent, and he decided to show the man that if someone ran the show in that household, it was him, James Ellison - in a swift move that had Blair gasp in surprise Jim had the younger man sprawled on his back on the kitchen table, legs spread wide, effectively offered, giving him easy access. He planted himself between the opened thighs and pushed his cock against his partner's, eliciting a moan. Jim bent forward and took Blair's mouth in a hungry kiss. When he ended the kiss, he couldn't help but chuckle at Blair's smirk - apparently they were both exactly where they wanted to be.

"Took you long enough, big guy." Blair said, licking his lips. He thrust against his partner's crotch, both of them groaning at the sensation. And they were still clothed! Maybe they wouldn't survive the whole thing - but hey, what a way to go!

Jim, still bent over Blair's upper body, nuzzled his cheek, ear and neck, smiling. "Maybe I was waiting for the right time. Did you think of that?"

"What I think is that you were slow," Blair panted between kisses of his own. "Seems to me that subtle doesn't always get you where you want."

Jim bit Blair's neck and groaned as the man's legs wrapped tightly around his waist, bringing their cocks even closer if that was possible through their jeans. "Right now, the only place I want to get in is that tight ass of yours, Chief. And like you said, I'm a detective. I think I'll have to investigate that body - and start with a cavity search, what do say?"

The laughter that was ripped out of Blair soon turned into a moan as Jim start to work on his... detective work. He'd been cop of the year after all, and he had a reputation to live up to. He would be... thorough. As he smelled Blair's aroused scent, he smiled to himself - oh yeah, he would get into that new case deep and hard.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Oh wow! Sis that was hot and funny and just perfect!

Man, I love your TS sex scenes so much, you always make them so intense yet I know that there's love there, and sex, lots and lots of hot sex.

in a swift move that had Blair gasp in surprise Jim had the younger man sprawled on his back on the kitchen table, legs spread wide, effectively offered, giving him easy access

Gah! *fans self* You rock, thank you!

[edie22.livejournal.com]

"The only thing that we don't do together is fuck!"

Lance was shouting at Joey. JC could only watch with big round eyes. He shouldn't be here, he should be back on his own bus with Chris and Justin and definitely not here.

He turned to slip out, hopefully unseen, when he heard Joey scream, "Well, maybe if you would fuck me, I wouldn't be so goddamn pissy."

JC almost turned right back around to see what happened next, but when he heard the sounds of kissing as the door snicked shut, he knew what was happening without the visuals.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

I was positive I replied to this, sorry :(

That was a lovely drabble and prompted some gorgeous and hot visuals. Bottoming Joey *happy sigh*

Thank you so much!

totaly not drabble ....part 1

[ephemera.livejournal.com]

Chris watches eyes half closed as he leans against the wall. He's tired, but damned if he's going to be the first to quit and go back to the house. Especially not with Joey pressing up against Lance like Chris' boyfriend is his own personal pole or something. Boyfriend. Fuckbuddy. Same difference, at least when it comes to someone who's supposed to be your friend too. It's one thing to watch Lance flirt with the strangers, but this is just cold.

Chris knows he already shares Lance's heart with four other men, uneven shares at that, so he thinks it's only fair that he should at least get to, you know, fuck his fuck buddy, instead of having to watch and smile while Joey moves in on him. He thinks that maybe he has served his purpose, broken the ice, so to speak, and now Lance is ready to move on to bigger better things with someone who doesn't drive him insane and break his laptop and interupt his phone calls and have to be corralled in a separate room before every show.

Chris retreats to the chill out room and watches his drink for a while, in case that holds the answer. He's startled when all of a sudden there's a Lance in his lap, smiling and loose-limbed.

"Hey baby – you're not dancing!"

"You two seemed to be having fun without me."

Lance might be drunk enough not to notice the barb but Chris make sure Joey hears, where he's crouched down, leaning against Chris' arm.

"Yes, but not as much as if you'd come too."

Lance is perilously close to whining, but Chris makes a joke of it, not wanting to drive Lance away any quicker than he was already going.

"Ahh – you're just saying that 'cos you want me to carry you home."

"Um, yeah." Joey rumbles, nudging Chris with his head, because his hands are full of glasses. "About that."

Chris can't run away with Lance squirming in his lap and Joey pinning one of his arms. He doesn’t want to hear this.

"J and JC already left, so there's no Timberlake to haul your butt Joe."

"Yeah. No, I know. That's..."

Joey's floundering and that's not a good sign and Chris can’t stop watching his lips trying to form the dreaded words. Lance's fingers are gentle on Chris's face, turning Chris until his lips are where Lance can lean down and touch them with his own.

"What do you think abut Joe coming home with us, Chris?" Lance whispers under the music.

Chris has no idea what to say, torn between pretending Joey's going to be sleeping in the guest room and just standing up and dumping Lance on top of the lucky bastard. The other two exchange a worried look and then Joey's fingers are working their way up under Chris's trousers, looping round his ankle and squeezing around the tendon at the back. Chris is suddenly certain he should never have confessed to liking foot rubs almost as much as sex.

Re: totaly not drabble ....part 2

[ephemera.livejournal.com]

"Chris?" Joey seems to have found his tongue, and that's just so typically Joey – he's not going to pressure and plead because while he can be a whiny sod about something, never anything that would hurt a friend.

Chris shifts, moving Lance so he can look Joe in the eye.

"Why? And it better not be guilt."

"Guilt? Chris – what the fuck? Because it's you, man. You and Lance."

Lance is nuzzling again.

"He misses you Chris – and, I thought…. "

Chris shakes his head, shakes both of them away.

"Jesus – Lance, if you want to dump me just do it!"

Chris is hissing the words and Lance sits back, stricken, in a way that makes Chris feel like a total bastard.

"No – Chris – it's not like that." Joey pleads, not letting go of Chris's ankle while the other hand moves to gentle Lance.

"Not like what Joey?"

Joey's had enough to drink that his temper shows when he replies.

"Jesus Chris, I'm not trying to steal your man, ok? Of course I want him. Who wouldn’t want him he's beautiful inside and out, Chris, but so are you, and … fuck. I'm sorry. Ok?"

When Joey leans up and kisses him Chris is frozen with incomprehension, and then Lance moves in his arms again, and there's another mouth on Chris, mouthing along his jawbone. When Joey pulls away, blushing furiously, Lance's hand wraps around the back of Joey's head and won't let him go and Chris knows he has to say something.

"Oh." Is all he can find. Joey's bare arm is hot and slick with sweat under Chris' fingers, and the slide of t-shirt over Lance's waist is perfect. "Oh"

Carefully Chris leans forward and places a soft kiss on Joey's lips, then moves only inches to do the same with Lance.

"You?" he manages, looking between them, and the way hope flares in both pairs of eyes and the way two hands tighten on the fabric of his jeans Chris gets that maybe it wasn't like that after all. That maybe it can be like this instead, for real. He nods, and Joey and Lance close the loop with a chaste kiss.

Chris has one arm around Lance's waist, the other wrapped around Joey, and they draw the kiss out, deepening it with closed eyes when Chris lets out a long breath of 'ohhh' and presses them closer in his embrace. Chris watches eyes half closed as he leans forward to join in.

[dazzlingstar.livejournal.com]

Porn anyone? Well... some anyway. Heh. *g*


“The only thing that we don’t do together is fuck!” JC laughed, satisfied when Joey shook his head and left, quickly followed by a muttering Justin.

“I don’t know about you Chasez, but I’m just your friend, freak. Nothing more.”

Later that night, JC walked into his room, taken by surprise as he was pushed against the wall, a tongue licking along his throat wetly, lips murmuring against his skin. Hands fumbled, pulling off his clothes, pushing him to bend against the bed, fingers searching. “Admit it, JC,” Chris hissed, easing into tightness.

“So maybe we do fuck,” JC breathed.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

EEE! Porny TrickC!

That was so hot and gorgeous.

Thank you so much!

back to the 100's

[ephemera.livejournal.com]

It's late morning when JC wakes. He takes a moment to figure out what it is that woke him before realising it's the lack of road rumble. They're stopped, and it's suspiciously silent. Not the next stadium then. And then he hears voices – Danny and radio static that means the driver's door is open, and Chris saying thank you, and then the click clunk of the bus door, and footsteps.

JC smiles and settles back into his bunk. That's good. Means Chris has made up with his boyfriends and the smiles will come easier for everyone at this afternoon's appearances.

Re: back to the 100's

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Making up ChoLa. What can be better?

And easier smiles too.

*happy smile*

Thank you.

[ephemera.livejournal.com]

Joey knows Lou's a heartless bastard, but this is just plain cruel. He *knows* - they all know – that Chris's jaw is always sore and sometimes a little swollen for a few days after each visit to the orthodontist. Sore enough that it hurts to sing and Chris doesn't talk much, so it really must ache. Lou knows this and still he schedules them a photoshoot and two interviews before a full show on the same day Chris's braces are tightened. Lou lectures them in the van about speaking clearly and smiling wide. Joey's never wanted to kill him more.

cont.

[ephemera.livejournal.com]

"We´re here, come on."

They're all exhausted as they pile out of the van and drag kit bags towards yet another cheap hotel. Chris didn't get any sleep on the drive, his face throbs, and people keep looking at him, so he assumes it's swollen as well. Joey walks with Lance, swaying together. JC's more or less keeping Justin vertical. None of them talk much.

"Chris" Joey stage whispers across the corridor. Chris changes direction and falls gratefully into their room. Joey has ice and painkillers. Lance massages his neck, and neither of them will let him beat himself up.

Re: cont.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

EEEEEEEEEE!!!!
OMG!!!!!!!
*Runs circles around the room*
*memories*

I loved that so much! You rock!

Thank you :D

lalalala - not obsessive or anything me.

[ephemera.livejournal.com]

It is only a fleeting glance, but it´s enough to pique Nick´s curiosity. He's heard the rumours – who hasn't – but seeing as the ones that make it back to him about himself are generally only worth a few minute's laughter, he'd never taken them seriously.

And if he had, he'd have picked out Lance, not 'I'm a daddy' Joey Fatone.

Definitely not Joey andthe whirlwind of spiky insanity known as Chris.

They were sitting on each other, which was nothing special, except Nick could have sworn he'd seen Chris silence Joey with a kiss while Lance touched them.

[dazzlingstar.livejournal.com]

Here, have some more porn. Two drabbles that go together, so it's kinda like one... only... not. *g*


It’s their time alone. Behind closed doors, JC can do whatever he wants to Chris, not having to worry about prying eyes or hushed murmurs. He nips at Chris’ throat, hand finding his way between Chris’ legs, touching, stroking him. He presses his mouth against Chris’, kissing him deeply, feeling Chris relax, giving in to him. “I love you,” he whispers, hands deftly unbuttoning both of their pants. He presses Chris down against the bed, straddling his waist, hands brushing over stiff nipples. Dipping his head, JC’s lips again meet Chris’, slipping his tongue into his mouth. “More?” he asks.


“More,” Chris answers without hesitation, catching JC’s lips with his own. He arches his hips up, groaning into the kiss, reaching blindly for the lube, passing it to JC when he finds it. His fingers run through JC’s hair, JC’s lips wrapping around his erection, fingers easing into Chris. He whimpers when JC finally slides into him, careful, slow. He moves with JC, the pace fast, passionate, biting his bottom lip as JC hits his prostate over and over. He loves the sweaty slide of their skin, the burning of his muscles... Chris lets his head fall back, coming hard.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

*Thud*

That was just perfect, and hot and wonderful and wow *fans self*

Thank you!

and it's only redeaming feature is the wordcount - sorry

[ephemera.livejournal.com]

A lot of people think they know JC; most of them don't. He does his best to make that's true. He doesn't need anybody – ever – to know that he's jealous of his best friends. Jealous for something he lacks the capability for. Permanence, and a sort of casual surety that he thinks is probably closer to love than any ballad's rhymes . He watches Joey moving between Kelly and Bri, Chris and Lance, and no-one would suspect that JC's smiles are halfway false. That he can't believe he'll ever have a heart big enough to willingly share his lover like that.

Re: and it's only redeaming feature is the wordcount - sorry

[turps33.livejournal.com]

That was so bitter sweet. Poor JC, I feel for him, I really do.

Thank you, and this had a lot more going for it than just the wordcount, so hush.