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James came home from work with a big bunch of bananas for me last night, and they say romance is dead *g*

The comments from yesterday? Thank you. I'm still answering them as I want to give the response they need and that's taking time, but I will get them done today. I was thinking of setting up a filter for this stuff but I'm not and will just post with the rest of my stuff. I figure if you can tolerate everything else that I babble about adding something else to the mix won't hurt. Plus, as I kept being told.*takes a deep breath* This is my journal and I can post what I want to! My name is Terri, hear me roar! Except you know when I don't, because I'm a wuss so just pretend I do ;)

Moving on. Happy JuC day to all you that celebrate it. I hope you all have a load of new stories and pictures to enjoy.

Related to that, digital_diva made for an interesting morning which ended up with me wondering if JC was flexible enough to suck himself off. ( Shush Miss Diva. Like I said, it's important *g* ) trumpeterofdoom and I talked a little and decided that yes, yes he could as long he was lying back a little so gravity would help the dangle factor. Ahahahaha, the dangle factor, it makes you wonder why I worry about posting about rl stuff and have no problem throwing out stuff like that. But anyway, a pretty picture yeah? Even prettier when Chris comes in to take over ;)

Sometimes friendsfriends throws up some cool links, like this one from wtf_inc leading to anal jewellery. ( not work safe if you're thinking of clicking ) There's some pretty stuff there but I can't stop giggling at the parrot with a ring and the way they say you can hang your car keys from it. The mental image I have kills me.

Ahem, yes. I'll go now.

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So, you fucked Kevin Richardson, the Evil Genius Overlord of the Federation, now did you? AJ asks, going back into the storage closet in the dojo.

He was so easy about it, too. JC grins. Just laid back and took it, and took it some more, and then took it again, and after a while I was like 'what's wrong with you?'

That's just how he is, AJ nods. Nevertheless, I'm impressed. James really did teach you more than you wanted to admit.

Don't get me started on that again. JC says as he watches AJ pull out six long practice sticks, long enough to be swords, but made like canes. Rounded, blunted ends and grip tape so that one wouldn't have to have the proof of their exercise of their palms for days. Six?

Oh, yeah. I'm giving Justin lessons on this stuff, thought you'd like to help with the demonstrations. AJ says, giving JC two of them. You know how to use these, don't you?

It's been a while, but of course I do. JC grins. Come now, your cock wasn't the only thing I remember from our relationship.

Damn shame, too. I did some stupid things to you, back then. AJ sighed, closing the closet before laying two of the sticks out near the door and taking his own in his hands. I got tape, I got fingerless gloves, I got vodka. which one would you rather protecting those pretty little hands.

Since when did you ever offer using protection, hmm? JC asks, swinging his in his hands. I'm going to bareback it.

I love a man who knows what he wants. AJ grins, proudly, leaning over JC's lips and giving the barest of kisses. He backs away, lifting one of the sticks until the rounded end pushes itself into JC's chest. Ready to be taken?

I should ask you the same question. JC states, plainly. He backs away while holding one of his sticks until they're both touching.

Then, the banter stops and the dance starts. It's a circle, one attacks, other blocks, other attacks, one blocks. They keep going until they get stuck in deadlock, and then both wriggle free so that they can start again.

You're pretty when you sweat AJ declares. If I only had the chance to have my way with you again.

I'm sure you care. JC grins. He uses one of his sticks to hit AJ in the bakc of the knee, abandoning it as AJ sinks to the ground. JC then uses his other stick to strangle AJ, barrring it around his neck.

I bet you like that, don't you? JC asks while AJ gasps for air and claws at JC's grip on both ends of the stick.

When he lets go, AJ falls to the floor, Sick fuck. JC thinks it's meant to tease, but doesn't care if that's the case. He's hard, and ready, and Justin's right there, all pretty-boy curls and eyes that plead to suck his cock and feel it inside him, and if he didn't have Kevin to go back and waste it on, Justin would have been more than a good substitute. But now, Justin stands there in awe, and AJ's getting himself up off the floor, and JC's on his way out.

He looks at his watch, and thinks to himself about how he's being brainwashed again, and then it doesn't matter, because he sees Kevin there, sitting primly at the desk in the room and doing some work on his computer.

He'd stalk Kevin smoothly and then creep up behind him and lick the shell of his ear, hands smoothing down into the pool of Kevin's crotch.

Come fuck me.

Gladly.