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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.

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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!

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...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

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Thank you! I'm glad you like it :-). And here is another one, also exactly 100 words.

Chris watches, eyes half closed as he leans against the wall. JC is across the room, talking to someone Chris doesn't know. JC doesn't seem to enjoy it. He never was one for small talk, the necessary evil, but it's what they all have to do.

He sees JC turn his head, searching for something, and it doesn't take long until their eyes lock on each other. He runs his hand over his chest, wetting his lips, and something changes in JC's eyes. They are darker, more intense and Chris knows he's turned on.

"Home," Chris mouths and JC nods.

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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.

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Ceci! I thought he was dead then and I was going to cry!
Nope, not dead. Won't will be for a loooooong time. Have I ever killed off any of them? I don't think I have, and if I ever do, I doubt it will be Chris. :-)

Thank you! That was very powerful with a hopeful ending, very nice.
Thank you. It was fun. :-)

And of course I won't hunt you down, I'll never turn away fic of any length.
Well, *whew* ;-)

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Gah! I can so see that, Chris wetting his lips and the hand over his chest, man, no wonder JC is turned on.

I love that Chris can tell JC's mood with such small non verbal clues and the end makes me imagine what'll happen when they get home, which is always good ;)

Thank you again! I loved it :D

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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.

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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!

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*blushes* thank *you* for the inspiration!

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Thanks, it's hard to put everything in just 100 words. I'm glad you liked both of them... and I should start writing on my F5 story. Gah!

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This is so wonderful! Just perfect! :-)

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! thank you so much!

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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.

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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

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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

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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.

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paperdollkisses.livejournal.com

Thank you! *sigh* JoeC is sometimes the comforter around the heart!

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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.

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AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! I told you so!!!

TRICKC forevah!!!!

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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.

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Jules! You wrote for me!

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

Thank you ;)

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