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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.

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[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.

[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.

[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]

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!

[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!

[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."

~**~

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[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.

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[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

There's a bit more of this coming, I'm retyping it because LJ decided to eat it.

Glad you like it so far. :)

*hugs*

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[turps33.livejournal.com]

OMGYAY!

\o/

[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.

[clumsygyrl.livejournal.com]

heh icon me.

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Dude! I just squeed aloud!

Am I pushing it for this?

:D

[turps33.livejournal.com]

That's so very cool!

Thank you so much, T!

You're awesome :)

[clumsygyrl.livejournal.com]

pushing it? nah. *cracks knuckles and shakes out popslash muscles*

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He knew he was too old for them. Too old and tired and set in his ways. But they didn't seem to care. He'd voiced it often it enough and one or both would silence him with a hand over his mouth or other things...

They took care of him, cared for his tired body and even more wearied mind. They moved in tandem. Chris wondered if that was a hold over from synchronized dance moves of days gone by, or if it was just natural. The pattern they fell into when they were close enough and spent enough time together to relearn what it was to be like with each other.

Til one of them left again.

Or both of them.

Chris was always the one that was stationary. He stayed. He was the constant.

But times like this made him forget. Made him feel like he was caught between and against and with them in some kind of sensual maelstorm of... of.

"It's us." JC whispered, breath tickling the fine hair along the back of his neck.

"Just how we are together, Chris. You're supposed to be older and wiser. You should know that." Justin rumbled from somewhere lower, hidden in the shadow of lamplight. His mouth a slash of white against the darkness. A prescence made known seconds later by the hottight suction.

Chris groaned body arching up in counterpoint; JC holding him close, fingers stroking over muscle and bone knowingly. Each touch saying, 'mine'. Justin's mouth turned cruel for a second, teeth grazing the underside of sensitive skin.

Not mine, but ours.

For a moment, in that instance when JC pressed in, hot and hard, breath and body in the same mien and Justin tightened around Chris. He felt like he was with them. He was holding them together.

He felt cherished and needed.

"It's us. Just how we are together."

[turps33.livejournal.com]

Oh whoa.

I have shivers, seriously. Finding threemanbus fic is difficult, finding great threeman bus even harder. This. This I'll cherish.

It's powerful and loving with that sad edge.

Chris wondered if that was a hold over from synchronized dance moves of days gone by, or if it was just natural.

That line is so good.

Chris was always the one that was stationary. He stayed. He was the constant.

Yes. Because Chris is the one staying still, the others are off doing their thing and just. I ache for him here.

"It's us. Just how we are together."

But then this, and it's just perfect, and I love it so much.

You've made me so incredibly happy. Thank you! Thank you so much!

[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."

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[stellamira]

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

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[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

I didn't bail on you. I lost my ISP, I just got it back 5 minutes ago. I'll have the end posted shortly.

[clumsygyrl.livejournal.com]

awww you're welcome, hon. it probably doesn't really match the icon... well, except for that last little bit.

;) i'm glad you liked it.

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[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.)

[soul4poetry.livejournal.com]

My pleasure darling! :) I'm so happy you like it..he didn't have a home till now! :D

[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

Oh this was just lovely. :) And even if the yogurt does work, Chris should say it doesn't so that he gets more JC kisses. :)

[musiclover03.livejournal.com]

Being the sneaking guy he is, he would say it didnt. The JC would have to be forceful which would be oh so horrible *smirk* :)

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[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.)