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[turps]

You know the memes I liked? The fic ones, like the one where people would post and say something like I'll write you a ficlet about your icon if you comment. Now that was a good meme. If that was going around now I'd comment like crazy with my trickc icons, make people write for me. Because I want to read them, so badly. I have a trickc craving. With kissing, loving, friendship, touching, talking in the middle of the night, sleeping on buses, arguing, shouting, being pissy. Anything.

10 words or 10,000 I'll take anything. I don't care if you've never written before, try. I'll love the effort. Really, I will.¹

*waits to be indulged*

If writing really won't happen. Rec me. Tell me your favourite trickc stories so I can go re read. Give me comfort in my hour of tentacle angst.

¹ See, I write things like this then feel guilty because I'm being all exclusionary. Because really, having things written for me is one of my favourite things ever. It doesn't have to be trickc, though I'm much happier if Chris is in the story somewhere. Hell, I like most anything, except.... Okay, I was about to write what would traumatise me for life. However, I know my flist. The odds on it being written are high, lets not take that chance ;)

In non fandom news. I saw 4 movies this weekend. Monster House, Nacho Libre, Garfield and The Break Up. Almost fell of the couch when I realised my friend's 12 year old son had a LJ icon on his computer. I keep imagining him friending me....eeep. Took my boys plus extra boy to cinema and dinner. Spent hours at friends house. Drank some shots she gave me and nearly burnt off my tongue when she said one had to be gargled and left her house with cheeks burning so red I could have been used as a torch *g*

Before I go, and as I'm in an asking mood. Could anyone make me a Justin icon? A recent one if possible. All the icons I have of him are a few years old looks wise, and I'd like a new one. Sadly, any icon making talent I ever had has been lost somewhere.

Comments

[stellamira]

All right, hit me (with an icon!). I'm bored right now anyway.

except.... Okay, I was about to write what would traumatise me for life. However, I know my flist. The odds on it being written are high

Yeah, not mentioning it is probably a wise choice.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Eeeeee!!

You're the best, thank you!

Some euro Trickc *points at icon* will do me just fine :D

Yeah, not mentioning it is probably a wise choice.

Lol. Yep, they're all evil like that!

[stellamira]

"Do they hurt?"

For a second Chris didn't even know what JC meant: the braces that had been tightened again yesterday, his knees, or Chris' hair, pulled back so tightly into two ponytails that Chris was sure a few of the braids had been ripped out and were only still hanging on his head by a hair or two. "What?"

"Your knees," JC said. "Do they hurt?"

"No," Chris said, rubbing at his right kneecap. They did hurt, a little, but it was bearable. "I guess in a few years I'll need a whole other kind of braces, huh?" It was supposed to be a joke, but came out kind of bitter, and JC frowned.

"I'll ask if they've got some yogurt back at the hotel that we can put on your knee. My mom always did that when I was young and my knees hurt from messing around with Tyler. I was kind of hyperactive as a child."

Chris snorted. "You. Hyperactive."

JC cuffed him. "It's not that far off. C'mon, let's go. We won't get anything done today anyway."

Chris looked around at Lance and Justin horsing around in the corner, trying to tackle each other to the ground, Joey chatting up the intern who'd brought in a cart with water and fresh fruit earlier, himself and JC slumped against one of the mirrored walls as soon as their current choreographer of the week had left on an urgent matter and please go on without him for another hour. "Yeah, probably not." He scrambled up off the ground, not even protesting when JC grabbed him under the arms to help and ended up half lifting him. For someone so skinny, JC was freakishly strong.

"You sure it'll help?" Chris asked as he hobbled to the door, JC's arm still supporting him.

"No," JC admitted. "But if it doesn't," he glanced around, then quickly pecked Chris on the lips, "I'll kiss it better."

[musiclover03.livejournal.com]

LOL Ditto. I have TrickC stories in my head right now...2 for sure. LOL Its just a matter of getting it down on paper...or in this case, on the monitor.
(She says this as she eats Lucky Charms--- nooooo im not a chris girl, why do you ask? LOL)

Good idea, we'll see. :)

With kissing, loving, friendship, touching, talking in the middle of the night, sleeping on buses, arguing, shouting, being pissy. Anything.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Two trickc ideas. I like the sound of that. *waves pom poms*

You can do it! Get those ideas down and make many people happy!

grow old with me pt1

[musiclover03.livejournal.com]

(http://tinypic.com)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Grow Old With Me

Chris looked up into the dark Los Angeles sky. The stars were shining bright tonight as the world prepared to usher in another year. The crisp night air filled his lungs as he took a deep breath. He was nursing what was maybe his 4th or 5th beer--he couldnt be sure. It was New Years Eve 2006, he was at Lance and Reichen's New Year Bash-- and he was alone. Granted Chris was happy that not only had Lance come out earlier in the year, but he also had found the love a good man. Prince Charming had found his Prince Charming. Where was that special someone for him? One of JC's drifted into his head as he looked up at the sky.

Someone for everyone but no one for me
Constantly searching for the love I need to
Build my world around, around
I'll be the lonely one until I find someone

Chris lost himself in thoughts of JCs voice, the way he sounded when he sang and when he talked. He got so lost he thought he actually heard JCs voice for real.

"Chris! Hey Chris...what're you doin out here man?" JC called, putting his hand on Chris' shoulder.

Chris cleared his throat and turned to look at JC. "Just getting some air. Why am I missing something exciting in there? Did Reichen propose or something?" Chris replied sniffling.

"Dude theyve only been going out for a few months. Its a bit too soon. Besides what if he did? Reichen's a good guy. I thought you liked him. Does it have anything to do with the fact that you have a secret crush on Lance?" JC inquired.

Chris sighed. JC wasn't going to let him off the hook on this one. When it came to finding out Chris' true feelings, JC was like a bloodhound sniffing out a case.

Chris hung his head and instantly became interested in his shoes. JC sighed, as he pressed himself against Chris' back and wrapped his arms around his waist. He lay his chin on Chris' right shoulder and spoke softly.

"Christopher, I can't leave you alone for 2 seconds without you getting lost in the dark corners of your mind. Let me in there or I will hire an interior decorator to come and re-decorate your house like Barbie's Dreamhouse pink." JC warned. He'd done it to one of the rooms in Joeys house--which would end up later being Brihana's bedroom.

Chris sighed. "Lance has Reichen, Justin has Cameron, Joey has Kelly. Who do I have? Right now, this is my only Mr or Mrs Right." Chris scoffed, holding up his right hand. "Who in their right mind will want someone like me?"

"Someone who knows every little detail about you and loves every annoying bone, muscle and fiber in your annoying yet hot body." JC cooed. "Someone who wants to grow old with you, own a vineyard, sip the nectar of the gods off your naked body in broad daylight."

"Who would want grow old with me, C? Who wants an old scruffy hound dog when they can
have a young fluffy pup?" Chris asked.

JC nuzzled his face against Chris' neck, rocking ever so slowly as he sang.

Grow old along with me
The best is yet to be
When our time has come
We will be as one
God bless our love
God bless our love

[rockerbabyz.livejournal.com]

I won't be able to write it until I get back from work, but give me an icon for inspiration and I'll write you something tonight :) ♥

[turps33.livejournal.com]

You're a star!

This one I think.

Thank you, honey. *mwah*

half asleep. not beta read. hopefully it doesn't suck.

[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

JC knew he needed to quit laughing and by the way that Chris was glaring at him, he knew it needed to be soon. But then he'd look away from the sparks of anger and annoyance flashing through Chris' eyes and get a good look at the situation that Chris was in and he'd start snickering again. The snickering always led to giggling and that, of course, led to him laughing.

"So help me, JC, when I get free I have a nice long list of revenge planned out and you are getting nearer to the top of it with every laugh."

JC looked back up into Chris' eyes and with his concentration off of his hands, he dropped the knife he'd been using. As it slipped through his fingers, "oh shit!" Before he could even think of grabbing it, it plunged to the ground... and Chris' bare feet.

"Oh shit? What do you mean, 'oh shit?' JC what the hell are you doing?" Chris struggled to see what JC was doing. JC stared at the knife that was now stuck in the ground not two inches from Chris' foot. "JC did you drop that knife near my foot? JC!"

JC pulled the blade out of the ground and cleaned it off with the edge of his shirt. "I didn't mean to, you startled me! And it didn't hit you, so calm down."

"Calm down? You want me to calm down? How can you possibly think I could calm down, in case it's escaped your notice I'm tied to a tree and you just nearly stabbed me in the foot!" The pitch of Chris' voice raised higher and higher as his rant continued. Years of practice helped JC tune him out.

Knife in hand once more, he began to try once again to cut through the ropes that bound Chris. He finally got one of the ropes sliced through and it dropped to the ground. That was when he realized that Chris had been tied with more than one rope. "Tell me again how this happened Chris. Tell me how three children tricked you and you wound up like this."

"This is not funny. Don't you dare start laughing again. You forget who spawned those monsters. They're evil I tell you, pure evil."

"They aren't evil, Chris."

"They are too. Evil with freaky green eyes like their father."

Another rope fell to the ground as JC sliced through it. "I'd like to know where they got all this rope from. I thought it was one big piece when I started but now I'm seeing it's a bunch of smaller pieces." Another piece hit the ground as JC cut it."

"All apart of their evil, they had it planned. One minute they are asking me to play with them and the next thing I knew they were hauling this box of things out of that stupid clubhouse thing that Lance bought them. I'm telling you those kids had this planned." Chris paused to take a deep breath before he continued his rant, "And normal little girls do not know how to tie knots that get tighter the more you try to get free of them. And...mmph." JC stood and put his hand over Chris' mouth silencing him.

"Enough Chris. Now, if you stand there nice and quiet, I'll make it worth your while later tonight when we get back home."

"You better," Chris mumbled, "you left me here alone with the little darlings. Speaking of which, where are they?"

"They asked me if they could go play at their friend's down the street and since it wasn't on Lance's list of things they couldn't do, I told them yes and walked them down there."

"Well as soon as you get me cut free, I'm going to go get them."

"Chris," JC warned.

"I promise I'll wait to get them back here before I scream at them, honest."

"Chris, you're not screaming at them. They are kids, they were playing and if they'd tied anyone else up like this, you'd be laughing so hard your sides would hurt."

Chris' mouth narrowed into a thin line and he glared once more at JC. JC just smiled at him before leaning in and kissing Chris softly. "So, the little monsters aren't here? Because, you know," Chris leered.

"You getting all horny because you're tied up? Hmmm?"

"Maybe."

~**~

Re: half asleep. not beta read. hopefully it doesn't suck.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Oh man, Raven. I love you so much!

I was giggling all the way through this.

"Oh shit? What do you mean, 'oh shit?' JC what the hell are you doing?" Chris struggled to see what JC was doing. JC stared at the knife that was now stuck in the ground not two inches from Chris' foot. "JC did you drop that knife near my foot? JC!"

I can so see this. And Chris' poor bare foot. Nearly impaled with a knife!

"They are too. Evil with freaky green eyes like their father."

Ahahahahahaha. I loved that bit so much.

JC stood and put his hand over Chris' mouth silencing him.

Squee! Mouth, hand. *shivers*

"You getting all horny because you're tied up? Hmmm?"

Dude, way to turn the mood. *shivers* I like that though, very much.

You rock! Thanks so much, honey.

Re: half asleep. not beta read. hopefully it doesn't suck.

[stellamira]

Lance's evil kids tied Chris up! Heee. And mmhmmm...

Re: half asleep. not beta read. hopefully it doesn't suck.

[turloughishere.livejournal.com]

Wheeeeee, this was fun!! And of course Lance's kids are evil, probably very polite but evil :-)

(For some reason this story reminds me of Lennie's My In-Laws Have Cooties, probably because of this little dialogue between AJ and Chris about what Lance and Nick's children would be like:

"Can you imagine if they could have kids?"

"Pretty, charming little demons from hell," Chris declared.)

Re: half asleep. not beta read. hopefully it doesn't suck.

[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

It was close to three in the morning when Lance got back home. He in the quiet of the house he could faintly hear the sound of the television. He walked towards the sound, knowing that he'd probably find Chris there instead of in the guest room that he'd told JC and Chris to use.

He stood in the doorway to the family room and couldn't help but smile at the sight before him. Chris lay sprawled on the biggest sofa, barechested and clad in only a pair of sleep shorts. His eyes open only to slits, but Lance could see movement of his pupils as he tracked the images on the television screen. JC lay on his side between Chris' body and the back of the sofa. His head resting over Chris' heart and his arms and legs tangled around Chris. JC's eyes were shut and Lance was pretty sure that he was asleep. He could see that one of Chris' hands was rubbing up and down JC's back. He could also see that one of JC's hands was down the front of Chris' shorts.

Clearing his throat as he walked into the room, he hoped not to startled the couple too badly. "You know there's a television in the guest room and I'm sure you would have been more comfortable in the bed." Lance didn't even try to hide his smirk.

JC didn't even budge, but Chris opened his eyes more. "Hey, yeah, I know it would have been more comfortable, but JC didn't trust himself to not ravish me if we were in bed and he was afraid the kids would either need us or hear us, so here we are."

"So you guys stayed down here so he could molest you on the sofa?" Lance asked.

JC raised his head off of Chris' chest and gave Lance a sleepy, but annoyed look. "We made out, just like babysitters are suppose to do after the kids go to bed. How was the... the... whatever it was you went to?"

Before Lance could reply, JC's head was back down and his eyes were shut again. "JC, baby, we can go up to bed now, Lance is home and if the kids need something they can go to their daddies instead of us." Chris carded his fingers through JC's hair. JC replied with a snore.

Nick came down the hall after making sure the house was locked up and the alarm was set to find Lance and Chris trying to make a half asleep JC walk up the stairs enough to go to the guest room. Chris gave him a look that said 'help us out' and Nick stepped forward to put JC over his shoulder.

JC protested at the treatment, but Nick ignored him. "How come he's in better shape now than he ever was before?" Chris asked Lance as they watched Nick disappear up the stairs and into the bedroom.

"I'd say cleaner living, but we both know that isn't true. It's probably because he's running after the kids more than I am."

Chris stopped in his tracks and turned to face Lance, speaking of your little demonspawn, Bass. Tomorrow morning, when I'm more awake, we need to have some words about how they treat their babysitter's."

Lance watched Chris follow Nick's path and wondered what the kids did to make 'Uncle Chris' annoyed, then he wondered if those really were rope burns on Chris' wrists. He was about to follow them into the guestroom when Nick came out and led Lance to their own room.

Shrugging his shoulders, he figured the details could wait until later.


...end...


(I'm not real happy with the ending, but I'm still so very tired. Please forgive any errors.)

[soul4poetry.livejournal.com]

Here is an icon I made for a friend and she didn't want it..it's yours if you want it. It's from the Sexyback video. I also have some other pictures I can make icons out of later.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

That's so very cool!

Thank you so much, T!

You're awesome :)

[clumsygyrl.livejournal.com]

heh icon me.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Dude! I just squeed aloud!

Am I pushing it for this?

:D

[paperdollkisses.livejournal.com]

gimme an icon. I'm feeling an angst h/c moment, but really any icon will do. Even a solo. Just be prepared for angsty sniffles.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Oh, Jo fic! I'm all a quiver!

Angsty sniffles are perfect. So, this icon please

What can I say? I love euro era.

[rikes]

There are still a couple of Justin icons left here, and you can have any or all of them if you want. Or I can make you your very own Justin icon when I get back home next week, just remind me then!

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Oh, how did I miss those? Such beautiful work, and I really like #11, one of the ones left.

I'm going to take that one. Thank you so much!

Have a deleted scene of the story I'm writing. Now with Chris, a fucking machine, and some rope.

[hegemony.livejournal.com]

The smitten kitten, an upscale sex shop, had been on the corner of 23rd and K streets, in an urban revitalization part of New York City, if you could say any part of New York City was being revitalized. Justin had insisted chris come along with playful banter and the occasional ambiguous remark, and now, he was finding himself completely embarassed and in the hands of JC in front of one of his dearest friend and a complete and total stranger.

She'd been a rather astute salesperson, Justin had to admit, and when JC asked her questions about which plug could inflate wider or which rope could take the brunt of Justin's weight in the braid, Justin blushed a little, but thought very little of it. Chris had been there, holding onto the camera, and slipping the woman his number rather readily when she giggled alluringly at him. They'd all given her fake names, but Justin knew that by the twinkle in her eye, that she had once been a fan, and maybe she still was. Justin had bit on the inside of his lip and tried hard not to blush when JC had moved from good natured novelty to rather sadistic questions and toys, throwing a gag that fit all the way down his throat into their basket, a wartenburg wheel and the kind of penis plug that looked like a shaven bullet made Justin turn red.

"Are you getting this?" She asked Chris, pointing to Justin's face, and Chris instaneously lifted the camera, zooming in so quickly, Justin could hear the lens.

"Nah,man," Justin said, playing it cool. "Just thinking about how I'm gonna use all that shit on him."

JC had laughed darkly, as if he knew it was going to happen, too, and then went back to questions and anwsers, which lube to use, how to keep things in or out, what kind of ties can disable the strongest person and leave them open and begging.

"I can show you, if you like," she had said, "Teach you how to tie him up and everything. If he's okay with it, of course."

"I'm fine with it," Justin had nodded, and chris had snorted right after, putting the camera on a shelf so he could snicker and then full on laugh.

"Go," Chris said. "This'll be good."

And now, Justin's on his stomach, hands tied behind his back in a reverse prayer, one leg hanging over the table he's spread out nude on, and the other twisted up over his shoulders and tied there to stay. JC smiles as he ties the last knot and Chris reminds him that all of this is getting taped. He wonders what he did to Chris.

"He looks good like that," She says. His tattoos are all on display this way, rippling muscle and marred skin, and he groans selfishly as he tries hard to move and finds that he's tied too tight. "Looks like he's enjoying himself, too."

"I am..." not, Justin means to say, but trails off after looking in JC's eyes and feeling the humliation melt away. He sighs, and rests his head on the bench, looking over across the room to see a dildo attatched to a metal pole on a metal box.

JC leans down, rough denim and soothing cotton that covers a hard cock and a pair of nipples that Justin wishes he could bite right now, laying on him as JC whispers like silk in his ear. The girl goes over and starts preparing the machine, fitting on a new cock that looks wide and long, JC's fingers are tending to his ass, spreading lube before sliding right in, pistoning slow. Chris does the same, putting the camera down and unzipping his fly, pulling out a hard cock that JC sucks above him, lovingly like he's been doing it for years.

It's a quick and sloppy facefuck that Justin can't quite see because he's at an odd angle, but when the come slides across his lips, he can taste it and the humliation almost comes back again as Chris packs himself back up and lowers the camera enough to let it see JC and Justin making out with his coating their lips and tongues. Justin swears all this was planned.

Sorry about the lack of trickC in this, by the way.

[hegemony.livejournal.com]

He groans as JC slides away from him, and pants as Chris kisses him timidly as well, new tongue exploring a new taste, a new person. They've kissed once or twice before, but nothing as deep, and surely nothing as erotic. And suddenly, there's a humming sound, and he's being painfully entered, almost too much too soon, almost too quick to take, but his body is left wide open and He takes it to the fake silicone balls, and feels damn near complete.

"We can leave him here while the two of you finish shopping, let him get a feel for it," She says, and Justin, if he could make words with this much of a quickened pace would call her an outright bitch, bitch, bitch. It doesn't happen this way, he thinks to himself, and as JC and chris nod and leave, the pang of embarassment amplifies when he realizes the camcorder still taping him from a shelf across the room.

And Justin knows that he's too wound up not to give that camera a show. It's here, Justin thinks to himself as the machine speeds up, and he tries to arch against his bonds with no luck. And if the camera's here, then why not?

[ihearthings-ii.livejournal.com]

"I'm not doing it."

"You're doing it."

"I'm not!"

"You are."

"I'm not!"

"You--- okay, how old are we?" JC sighs and puts his hand on Chris's shoulder, right where it meets his neck, where it's warm and where he loves to put his nose and inhale, where he loves to sink his teeth---

"I'm still not going," Chris says, petulantly, and shrugs JC's hand off.

"You are being childish and stubborn," JC says and Chris glares at him.

"Childish? No, but I probably will look like a fucking child with braces on, JC."

"Look, Lou says it's for the better, Chris. And it's free too, the record company are paying." JC never could resist free stuff.

"I'm a full grown man. I'm not going to have braces, JC, I'm just not."

There's a stubborn set to his shoulders and a defiant clench to his jaw, so JC knows that if he's going to win this one, he'll have to fight dirty.

"I think it would be hot," he says, and puts his hand back where it was, rubbing the pad of his thumb over Chris's adam's apple.

Chris doesn't say anything, just lifts and eyebrow and stares at JC like, sure, whatever.

JC is nothing if not persistent, though, and he curls his fingers and draws Chris closer to him, pressing his lips against Chris's.

"Really hot," he whispers, and licks his way into Chris's mouth, biting at his lips, slicking his tongue lewdly over the roof of Chris's mouth, his crooked teeth; and Chris stutters and moans.

The next day, he goes to the dentist.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

CJ!

Man, I love it! I love you!

You so know how to hit all my buttons.

Really hot," he whispers, and licks his way into Chris's mouth, biting at his lips, slicking his tongue lewdly over the roof of Chris's mouth, his crooked teeth; and Chris stutters and moans.

I may need a moment here. Just, thank you!