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butterflyYeah, so I can't finish my SSS but I can write this. Fucking fickle muses.
Snippet, JuLa, PG-13(Maybe? There's kissing and groping. Is that PG-13? Maybe it's R? Dude. This is tough.), longer than any of the others that I've written.
Babe
Justin was pretty sure that he wasn't supposed to be here right now.
Brit was waiting for him back at her place. And he loved her. He loved her as much as he loved his little brothers. And in the same way. Which was the problem. He loved Brit. He adored her. He just had absolutely no desire to sleep with her. He wanted to give her a hug and teach her how to play the guitar and appreciate great music. Likewise, she had no problem kissing him, but was fully willing to admit that there was "no spark, which makes sense, really, Just. I mean, we've known each other since we were little kids. It's hard to think of you as... an option. Not that you're not sexy as hell, baby. But it just feels wrong to kiss you. I'll do it, but it's not like kissing Wade. Which is heaven. Guy's got great lips and a hell of a technique.." And then she'd shrugged and asked him when he thought he'd be free next, because "it's been a while since our last public date and you know how bitchy Jive gets when we don't spend time together. Like anyone else really cares. Still, they're the company and we have to keep them happy."
The other day, he'd wondered to Chris why he couldn't want Britney, since it would really make life so much simpler. Chris had spent about a second thinking about it before suggesting that it might have something to do with Justin being, well, gay. Justin had swatted him and told him that "it's a serious question, asshole. Besides, I'm not gay. I'm bisexual. I like women, too."
Chris didn't even waste a second this time. "Not white woman."
"Fucker."
"It's true, butthead."
"Not the point."
"I think that it's relevant."
"Just turn the TV on, limpdick."
"Whatever, dumbass."
Chris turned the TV on, pressed play on the DVD player, and Justin ended up falling asleep on him in the middle of History of the World; Part One.
Chris really never was any help in philosophical discussions.
JC wasn't either. He always ended up going on some long tangent that ended up having nothing to do with the subject. Like when Justin had asked him about how he felt about Brit and had gotten a fifteen minute soliloquy on the importance of A minor.
Joey knew a ton about love and women, but nothing he said really seemed to apply to Justin. Which Joey had said was because, "I'm not you. I have to work at this stuff."
"Women throw themselves at you."
"It's hard work, catching all those women."
And they never ended up actually answering any of Justin's questions.
He'd never asked Lance about any of that stuff. When he was alone with Lance, none of it mattered.
"Hey, babe." Babe was the only pet name that Lance ever called him and he only called him that when they were alone.
"Hey. Sorry I'm late. Traffic." Justin explained quickly, closing the door, shutting them out of view from the world. Lance smiled softly and backed Justin against the door.
"You're forgiven." He whispered before reaching up slighly to place a gentle kiss on Justin's lips. Justin's right hand curled around Lance's ass, pulling him tightly up against Justin's own body.
"Mmm..."
Lance kissed him more firmly, lightly licking at his lips. "Taste so good today." He left Justin's lips and kissed along Justin's jawline. He reached Justin's right ear and nibbled at the lope before breathing, "even better than usual" into his ear. Justin pushed slowly against Lance.
"Skittles. On the way home. Thought you'd like it." His last words were barely understandable, almost lost in a moan as Lance slipped a hand down to cup him tenderly. Justin's hand tightened on Lance, causing Lance's hand and body to crush against his. Now Lance moaned, pulling away slightly.
"Thanks, babe."
Snippet, JuLa, PG-13(Maybe? There's kissing and groping. Is that PG-13? Maybe it's R? Dude. This is tough.), longer than any of the others that I've written.
Babe
Justin was pretty sure that he wasn't supposed to be here right now.
Brit was waiting for him back at her place. And he loved her. He loved her as much as he loved his little brothers. And in the same way. Which was the problem. He loved Brit. He adored her. He just had absolutely no desire to sleep with her. He wanted to give her a hug and teach her how to play the guitar and appreciate great music. Likewise, she had no problem kissing him, but was fully willing to admit that there was "no spark, which makes sense, really, Just. I mean, we've known each other since we were little kids. It's hard to think of you as... an option. Not that you're not sexy as hell, baby. But it just feels wrong to kiss you. I'll do it, but it's not like kissing Wade. Which is heaven. Guy's got great lips and a hell of a technique.." And then she'd shrugged and asked him when he thought he'd be free next, because "it's been a while since our last public date and you know how bitchy Jive gets when we don't spend time together. Like anyone else really cares. Still, they're the company and we have to keep them happy."
The other day, he'd wondered to Chris why he couldn't want Britney, since it would really make life so much simpler. Chris had spent about a second thinking about it before suggesting that it might have something to do with Justin being, well, gay. Justin had swatted him and told him that "it's a serious question, asshole. Besides, I'm not gay. I'm bisexual. I like women, too."
Chris didn't even waste a second this time. "Not white woman."
"Fucker."
"It's true, butthead."
"Not the point."
"I think that it's relevant."
"Just turn the TV on, limpdick."
"Whatever, dumbass."
Chris turned the TV on, pressed play on the DVD player, and Justin ended up falling asleep on him in the middle of History of the World; Part One.
Chris really never was any help in philosophical discussions.
JC wasn't either. He always ended up going on some long tangent that ended up having nothing to do with the subject. Like when Justin had asked him about how he felt about Brit and had gotten a fifteen minute soliloquy on the importance of A minor.
Joey knew a ton about love and women, but nothing he said really seemed to apply to Justin. Which Joey had said was because, "I'm not you. I have to work at this stuff."
"Women throw themselves at you."
"It's hard work, catching all those women."
And they never ended up actually answering any of Justin's questions.
He'd never asked Lance about any of that stuff. When he was alone with Lance, none of it mattered.
"Hey, babe." Babe was the only pet name that Lance ever called him and he only called him that when they were alone.
"Hey. Sorry I'm late. Traffic." Justin explained quickly, closing the door, shutting them out of view from the world. Lance smiled softly and backed Justin against the door.
"You're forgiven." He whispered before reaching up slighly to place a gentle kiss on Justin's lips. Justin's right hand curled around Lance's ass, pulling him tightly up against Justin's own body.
"Mmm..."
Lance kissed him more firmly, lightly licking at his lips. "Taste so good today." He left Justin's lips and kissed along Justin's jawline. He reached Justin's right ear and nibbled at the lope before breathing, "even better than usual" into his ear. Justin pushed slowly against Lance.
"Skittles. On the way home. Thought you'd like it." His last words were barely understandable, almost lost in a moan as Lance slipped a hand down to cup him tenderly. Justin's hand tightened on Lance, causing Lance's hand and body to crush against his. Now Lance moaned, pulling away slightly.
"Thanks, babe."
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Date: 2001-12-23 02:14 pm (UTC)I do!
Date: 2001-12-23 08:12 pm (UTC)Re: I do!
Date: 2001-12-24 09:51 am (UTC)Damn JC.
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Date: 2001-12-24 09:51 am (UTC)I love that movie!
Date: 2001-12-22 08:41 pm (UTC)Re: I love that movie!
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Date: 2001-12-22 09:59 pm (UTC)(what? I'm hungry!)
You keep this up and I'll have a new OTP!
(I liked it. a lot.)
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