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Oct. 8th, 2004 09:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
turpsIn happier news people are still writing drabbles and ficlets because you all rock!
I'll post a full list when they're done but since last night these came in, and may I say that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
interlock has just made me squee like crazy because I'm a big old freak *g*
edie22 wrote a lovely JoLa seen through JC's eyes here
interlock wrote the most fantastic ChoLa ficlet here
dazzlingstar wrote some porny TrickC. YAY! It's here
interlock then wrote another excellent drabble which doesn't state it's ChoLa but obviously is here Then made me go EEEEEEE!!! ( 'cos I'm a freak, I said that already) with a Chris braces Chola double drabble here
I think that's it. If I missed anyone just yell.
I managed 174 words of the F5 yesterday, which is disgraceful. I need to go to the doctors soon then I must sit and get some more done. At least I know what I'm doing now which is better than before. Anyway, behind the cut is three things that I did for other people's drabble memes. Fordreamtrance, eddie22 and seiyaharris I don't know what the hell I was on for Becca's, for them all really.
JC missed touring with the other guys. Knowing there were four other people that understood the highs and lows of travelling from city to city, the relentless grind of performing to crowds who wanted you and not your music.
JC missed the touching and the ease of four voices effortlessly fitting with his own. He wouldn’t change a thing about his career but often found himself aching with loneliness in a crowded room, reaching out to anyone that could fill that gap in his life. Not that they could, no one could be four people at once, however hard they tried.
~*~*~*~
It started with little things. Furry pink handcuffs produced with a blush, JC’s lips against his naked body as Chris strained against silk ties wrapped around ankles and wrists.
It was fun for a while, then little things changed to big.
Ties became leather straps attached by cold metal buckles and he only felt JC’s lips against skin made red and sore by the touch of a whip.
Chris never said no, even when JC loomed above him, a stranger in a rubber mask. Just lay back and took what was given, waiting for the man he loved to return.
~*~*~*~
It wasn’t anything serious.
They repeated those words as they surrounded him, smiling and caressing with gentle hands, their attention making him feel good for the first time in months and when the small silver tray was passed his way he took it without hesitation.
It wasn’t anything serious
Everyone did it, snorting and shooting up on a daily basis and as long as he could do his job nothing else mattered. The drugs helped calm him down, that’s all, he could stop any time.
It wasn’t anything serious
He dropped to his knees on the ground, shaking damp fingers skimming the floor, desperate to mop up any of the powder that Joey had just knocked from his hands. Ignoring the dirt he sucked at his fingers, craving a hit, then caught a glimpse of himself in the full length mirror. A bloated stranger scrabbling on the floor and he collapsed against Joey’s feet, looked up and whispered help me.
It wasn’t anything serious
Except it really was and he was reminded of that with every lurch of his stomach and shake of his hands. He wanted to die, but how could he when Joey wouldn’t go away?
I'll post a full list when they're done but since last night these came in, and may I say that
interlock has just made me squee like crazy because I'm a big old freak *g*edie22 wrote a lovely JoLa seen through JC's eyes hereinterlock wrote the most fantastic ChoLa ficlet heredazzlingstar wrote some porny TrickC. YAY! It's hereinterlock then wrote another excellent drabble which doesn't state it's ChoLa but obviously is here Then made me go EEEEEEE!!! ( 'cos I'm a freak, I said that already) with a Chris braces Chola double drabble hereI think that's it. If I missed anyone just yell.
I managed 174 words of the F5 yesterday, which is disgraceful. I need to go to the doctors soon then I must sit and get some more done. At least I know what I'm doing now which is better than before. Anyway, behind the cut is three things that I did for other people's drabble memes. For
dreamtrance, eddie22 and seiyaharris I don't know what the hell I was on for Becca's, for them all really.JC missed touring with the other guys. Knowing there were four other people that understood the highs and lows of travelling from city to city, the relentless grind of performing to crowds who wanted you and not your music.
JC missed the touching and the ease of four voices effortlessly fitting with his own. He wouldn’t change a thing about his career but often found himself aching with loneliness in a crowded room, reaching out to anyone that could fill that gap in his life. Not that they could, no one could be four people at once, however hard they tried.
~*~*~*~
It started with little things. Furry pink handcuffs produced with a blush, JC’s lips against his naked body as Chris strained against silk ties wrapped around ankles and wrists.
It was fun for a while, then little things changed to big.
Ties became leather straps attached by cold metal buckles and he only felt JC’s lips against skin made red and sore by the touch of a whip.
Chris never said no, even when JC loomed above him, a stranger in a rubber mask. Just lay back and took what was given, waiting for the man he loved to return.
~*~*~*~
It wasn’t anything serious.
They repeated those words as they surrounded him, smiling and caressing with gentle hands, their attention making him feel good for the first time in months and when the small silver tray was passed his way he took it without hesitation.
It wasn’t anything serious
Everyone did it, snorting and shooting up on a daily basis and as long as he could do his job nothing else mattered. The drugs helped calm him down, that’s all, he could stop any time.
It wasn’t anything serious
He dropped to his knees on the ground, shaking damp fingers skimming the floor, desperate to mop up any of the powder that Joey had just knocked from his hands. Ignoring the dirt he sucked at his fingers, craving a hit, then caught a glimpse of himself in the full length mirror. A bloated stranger scrabbling on the floor and he collapsed against Joey’s feet, looked up and whispered help me.
It wasn’t anything serious
Except it really was and he was reminded of that with every lurch of his stomach and shake of his hands. He wanted to die, but how could he when Joey wouldn’t go away?
