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There's been more drabbles posted! So go and check these out.

call_me_loca wrote a wonderful trickyfish here
autumnyte posted a happy TrickC here
interlock wrote a most splendid ChoLa here and another one here
joshysleo wrote a longer gorgeous Choey here
castalie wrote a fantastic Jim/Blair here
dreamtrance wrote a fantastic Choey here

Thank you, all of you. You've no idea how much I needed those.

Related to that I wrote some of my F5 but just couldn't concentrate so decided to drabble for all the pop pairings, which I did ( lambs still needs to be added, I have a lamb block just now *g* ) They're behind the cut.

There's also a Lost drabble written for castalie in there.

ETA: I've added dreamtrance's Choey because I suck and forgot to add it.





“Excuse me?”

Charlie looks up at the words, acknowledging them with a curt nod, before staring down once more. He tries to concentrate on Sayid’s question, but the shakes make it impossible.

Clenching his fists, short jagged nails dig into soft skin and he focuses on the sting, a focal point in a body that’s beginning to betray him.

When the first spasm hits he falls, curling up tight, moaning against the sand that feels gritty against his lips. Lost in a sea of pain, his only anchor to the real world the feel of Sayid’s hand against his back.

~*~*~*~

They´ve flown hundreds of times, thousands even, but it never seems to get easier. Standing high above the crowd, Chris looks at the dark mass of people that sway below. Glow lights and signs wave dizzily and he takes a deep gulp of smokey tasting air as his harness is checked and tightened.

“You ready?” JC questions and Chris knows he’s impatient to soar over the crowd.

“As I’ll ever be,” Chris replies, and for a moment he feels the brush of JC’s fingers against his own and the echo of whispered words love you as they step into space.

~*~*~*~

“We´re here, come on.’

Joey almost pulls Chris through the doorway, tugging at his arm until they’re standing inside the shop. An assistant approaches, and smiles as Joey explains what he wants to see.

They’re directed to chairs that surround a low table and Chris sinks into his, fidgeting and tapping his foot against the thick carpet as Joey talks. When the assistant returns she places the ring on the table where it gleams against black velvet, shining almost as bright as Joey’s smile.

Telling Joey Kelly will love it is one of the hardest things Chris has ever done.

~*~*~*~

It's late morning when JC wakes and he crawls out of his bunk heavy eyed and regretting every drink that passed his lips the night before. His head throbs and he pushes past Chris’ legs that hang into the aisle, staggering to the tiny bathroom where he recoils at his wan reflection in the mirror.

Leaving, he finds Justin waiting outside the door, glass of water in one hand, painkillers in the other. JC takes them gratefully then lets himself be towed to his bunk, shifting over automatically when Justin climbs in too, his familiar presence soothing JC into sleep.

~*~*~*~

It’s their time alone and Joey loves every second of it. Strapping Bri into her stroller he makes faces as he fumbles with unfamiliar buckles.

Using his ass he bumps open the door then backs into the hall, talking nonsense and grinning at every gurgled response.

He sees JC as soon as they leave the elevator and hurries to his side, questions ready on his lips. JC holds up a hand then drops to his knees kissing Bri’s plump cheek before standing looking lost and alone. Joey makes a quick decision and hands over the stroller, hoping that JC understands.

~*~*~*~

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

Lance thought he did, confident they were as close as brothers, and they were, but even brothers don’t know everything.

Sitting hunched in the bathroom, Lance tried to forget seeing JC begging for more while pinned against the wall, hands held high. He tried to tell himself how wrong it was, and how embarrassing it was to stand in the doorway, frozen in place until JC looked up, a knowing expression on his face.

He tried to forget but couldn’t, how could he when he didn’t want to?

~*~*~*~

Eyes half closed, Chris stumbles into his kitchen then freezes when he sees Justin lying naked and asleep on the couch, skin turned golden by the early morning sunlight. From a distance he looks perfect but as Chris approaches he sees the signs of exhaustion, the shadows under his eyes and the thinness of his face which fires off every protective instinct Chris has as he hurries to the linen cupboard for a blanket.

Justin wakes briefly, sleepily saying I wanted to surprise you while being tucked in, then falls back into needed sleep as Chris starts his day.

~*~*~*~

The party´s in full swing when Joey arrives. Handing over his coat he weaves through crowds of people then laughs when familiar arms wrap around his waist from behind.

“I missed you,” Lance says against Joey’s neck, words hot on his skin.

“I only left this morning.” Joey laughs, and twists until he looks down at Lance.

“That was over nine hours ago.” Lance unclasps his hands and looks at his watch. “In fact it was nine hours, twelve minutes.”

“Not that you’re counting or anything.” Joey jokes, moving so his mouth is near Lance’s ear. “I missed you too.”


~*~*~*~

Chris watches eyes half closed as he leans against the wall. Lance pretends not to see as he strips off his clothes, dropping them to the floor. He feels exposed under Chris’ gaze and it takes every bit of acting ability he has to casually walk to the bed.

Lying on his side he bends his leg, reaching for his hardening dick, arousal deepening when he hears Chris’ muffled moan. Lance still feels exposed but now it’s in a good way as he puts on a show, bringing himself to orgasm as Chris’ words of admiration fill the room.

~*~*~*~

Joey knows Lou's a heartless bastard but now he knows he’s perverted too as Lou stands just out of shot, one fat hand pushed deep in his pants pocket as Justin gyrates on the bed.

The atmosphere is thick with tension and Joey feels ill when he sees the fury that surrounds Chris and the resigned look JC carries. Then Chris suddenly springs forward as Justin starts to peel off his shirt.

Joey drapes a blanket over Justin and leads him from the room as the argument rages, sick when Justin looks at him and says, I didn’t mind


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