MTYG test fic 2
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turpsNow I've sorted out my email woes I can post my MTYG test story.
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vaudevilles, and due to the fast turn over of these tests, is un beta read.
Look for the other test fics being posted, like I said yesterday, they're fantastic.
Chris wakes and rubs the heels of his hands against gritty eyes, feels his eyelashes peel from soft skin. He swallows hard, tasting the remnants of the night before.
Pushing himself up, he moves to the side of the bed, carefully kicks aside covers and looks toward the picture windows. White gauzy curtains and light bleeding against the horizon, spreading, consuming shadows that slowly fade to grey.
He jumps, shoulders tight, when Lance reaches out, and says, “don’t go.”
Lance sounds alert, like he’s been standing sentry and not sprawled out in sleep only moments before.
“I shouldn’t be here,” Chris says. He feels wrong, off kilter, and he needs to run away. Instead he watches as the sun slowly climbs, Lance’s hand warm against his side.
“It wasn’t a mistake.”
Chris turns, looks at Lance. He’s lying on his back, hair flattened, and the sheet has slipped, exposing the long line of thigh. His eyes are dark, liner smudged like bruises.
Reminded, Chris runs his finger under his own eyes, rubbing the black residue of liner against Lance’s sheets. He ignores Lance’s pointed look. It’s all Lance’ fault anyway, his party, his theme.
Light is filling the room, soft and unfocused. Except Lance is sharp edges and solid lines, and Chris looks at him and says, “why now?”
“Why not now?” Lance replies immediately.
“You don’t even know me any more.”
Lance acknowledges the truth, loss in the slope of his mouth, the way he sighs. He pushes himself up, leans forward against his bent knees. “I used to.”
“And now you’re what? Making amends, building bridges by sleeping with your old friends.” Chris sees the flash of hurt, the way Lance swallows, his fingers clenching at the sheet.
“Fuck you, Chris. This isn’t some kind of statement, or an apology.”
“I know….”
Lance holds up his hand. Nails painted dark and glossy. “Don’t. Whatever convoluted reasoning you’re thinking about, it’s wrong. Last night was about you and me and now; nothing else.”
“So you’re not making a point with sex, or admitting guilt using the power of the bass ass.” Chris considers, his mouth curling up at one side. “Or finally confessing you’ve loved me for years”
”As if.” Lance says, and wraps his fingers around Chris’ wrist, tugging him close. “How about less talking, more kissing?”
“Kissing is good,” Chris agrees, pushing aside what ifs and whys.
Lance is close, holding on, and Chris feels nervous, retracing ground without the buffer of alcohol or the shadows of night. Sensation slips along his spine, sparks and warmth and Lance’s eyes are dark, flecks of mascara scattered on his cheeks.
Kissing is fantastic.” Lance says, his voice low and smile wide as he pulls Chris back onto the bed.
It's trickyfish written for
vaudevilles, and due to the fast turn over of these tests, is un beta read.Look for the other test fics being posted, like I said yesterday, they're fantastic.
Chris wakes and rubs the heels of his hands against gritty eyes, feels his eyelashes peel from soft skin. He swallows hard, tasting the remnants of the night before.
Pushing himself up, he moves to the side of the bed, carefully kicks aside covers and looks toward the picture windows. White gauzy curtains and light bleeding against the horizon, spreading, consuming shadows that slowly fade to grey.
He jumps, shoulders tight, when Lance reaches out, and says, “don’t go.”
Lance sounds alert, like he’s been standing sentry and not sprawled out in sleep only moments before.
“I shouldn’t be here,” Chris says. He feels wrong, off kilter, and he needs to run away. Instead he watches as the sun slowly climbs, Lance’s hand warm against his side.
“It wasn’t a mistake.”
Chris turns, looks at Lance. He’s lying on his back, hair flattened, and the sheet has slipped, exposing the long line of thigh. His eyes are dark, liner smudged like bruises.
Reminded, Chris runs his finger under his own eyes, rubbing the black residue of liner against Lance’s sheets. He ignores Lance’s pointed look. It’s all Lance’ fault anyway, his party, his theme.
Light is filling the room, soft and unfocused. Except Lance is sharp edges and solid lines, and Chris looks at him and says, “why now?”
“Why not now?” Lance replies immediately.
“You don’t even know me any more.”
Lance acknowledges the truth, loss in the slope of his mouth, the way he sighs. He pushes himself up, leans forward against his bent knees. “I used to.”
“And now you’re what? Making amends, building bridges by sleeping with your old friends.” Chris sees the flash of hurt, the way Lance swallows, his fingers clenching at the sheet.
“Fuck you, Chris. This isn’t some kind of statement, or an apology.”
“I know….”
Lance holds up his hand. Nails painted dark and glossy. “Don’t. Whatever convoluted reasoning you’re thinking about, it’s wrong. Last night was about you and me and now; nothing else.”
“So you’re not making a point with sex, or admitting guilt using the power of the bass ass.” Chris considers, his mouth curling up at one side. “Or finally confessing you’ve loved me for years”
”As if.” Lance says, and wraps his fingers around Chris’ wrist, tugging him close. “How about less talking, more kissing?”
“Kissing is good,” Chris agrees, pushing aside what ifs and whys.
Lance is close, holding on, and Chris feels nervous, retracing ground without the buffer of alcohol or the shadows of night. Sensation slips along his spine, sparks and warmth and Lance’s eyes are dark, flecks of mascara scattered on his cheeks.
Kissing is fantastic.” Lance says, his voice low and smile wide as he pulls Chris back onto the bed.
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Date: 2007-12-04 03:39 pm (UTC)And I still think this is absolutely lovely. :)
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Date: 2007-12-04 03:48 pm (UTC)Thank you! And as soon as my stupid email sorts itself out, I'll thank you again :)
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Date: 2007-12-04 03:55 pm (UTC)I am pretty sure it's this one! :P ♥ I love them. Lance is LANCEFACE and Chris is FAB and together they are MAGIC. Like Jesus, but with more butt sex. \0/
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Date: 2007-12-05 09:26 am (UTC)Like Jesus, but with more butt sex. \0/
Hee!
Best comment eva!
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Date: 2007-12-04 04:11 pm (UTC)Thanks :)))
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Date: 2007-12-05 09:27 am (UTC)Thank you for the comment :)
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Date: 2007-12-04 04:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-05 09:28 am (UTC)Hope your story is going well :)
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Date: 2007-12-05 02:21 pm (UTC)Now I have to edit for ever... :o
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Date: 2007-12-06 09:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-04 07:56 pm (UTC)You know me so well. Smudged eyeliner! *flail* Waking up and wanting to run and being convinced otherwise! *swoon* Kissing! *squeals* "Or finally confessing you've loved me for years"! *smothers you with glomping*
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Date: 2007-12-05 09:29 am (UTC)I was worried a little because I know you would have liked a smoking hot sex scene, but I did this so fast I didn't have time to push myself into writing one *g*
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Date: 2007-12-04 11:58 pm (UTC)Mmm, loved this!
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Date: 2007-12-05 09:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-05 01:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-05 09:31 am (UTC)It's a theme I'd like to visit one day, when I have more time to actually explore in detail.
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Date: 2007-12-05 05:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-05 09:32 am (UTC)I do like the idea of them in eyeliner, all smudged after waking up. I have a whole scene in my head about the party that left them that way. It's nice to think about.
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Date: 2007-12-05 03:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-06 09:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-05 05:33 pm (UTC)And I can just see lance all sprawled out across the bed and Chris kind of freaking--because it's Chris and thats Lance! It pulled at my heart strings a little and made me sad for a few moments but the way Lance handles it is absolutely wonderful and I was happy at the end.
But it's Lance and Chris kissing, what is there not to be happy about?
I've missed your writing. I'm glad I had time to read this! *hugs*
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Date: 2007-12-09 11:51 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you enjoyed. It was fun to write, even if the time to do so was short.
Lance and Chris kissing. They make me so happy. Thank you, honey.
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