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bossymarmalade) wrote2004-01-14 04:21 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote2004-01-14 04:21 pm
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*sticks head in oven, tapes "no funeral" sign to back*
I fucking love the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
found_objects community, man. Especially for the constant stream of scarring images.
And speaking of scarring,
"Never again," Joey moaned, smashing his face against Chris's shoulder. "Never again, Chris, do you hear me?"
Chris rolled his shoulders easily and ushered Joey out of the nursery. "What?" he blinked innocently. "How was I supposed to know there was all that sugar in soy ice cream?"
"Well, there wouldn't've been if you didn't get it in sugar cones. With sprinkles. Which are practically sugar-coated sugar!" Joey did his best to scowl, but Chris was blinking at him poink-poink with exaggeratedly big eyes, and even after all this time that look still got him.
"Come on," Chris said, satisfied. "I saved the best soy ice cream for us."
Joey let himself be trotted downstairs, docile until Chris opened the container of deep, dark chocolate ice cream, scooped a couple of fat curls into a bowl, and held up a bright, shiny spoon. "You wanna do the honours?" Chris asked slyly, giving the spoon a cursory lick. Joey grinned but couldn't help turning bright red from the memory, and snatched the spoon away from Chris. "I've got a better idea," he said, and made short work of opening Chris's pants.
"Seems like a sound plan so far," Chris said lazily, threading his fingers through Joey's thick hair. Joey hummed happily and slid his mouth over Chris's cock, sucking and tonguing and keeping up the humming, feeling it jump heavily against the roof of his mouth. He pressed his fingers into the junctures of Chris's thighs, then some fingers down under his scrotum, and Chris made an explosive little noise and came.
Joey carefully pulled back, then held the spoon up to his mouth and let spit and semen dribble out into the polished bowl. He stood up, grinning at the dazed look in Chris's eyes, and drizzled the contents of the spoon over the ice cream. "Hot smegma sundae," Chris said weakly, sounding halfway between disgust and lust, and Joey licked the spoon.
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I want to kill myself.
She's teensy-tiny. Nick is only too aware of how fat people look in pictures or on tv, and when he first saw her on The Simple Life he'd just about shit himself at how bony she was.
In real life, though, she's less bony and more...willowy. He read that one in a newspaper article about them. "The boyband bohunk and the willowy heiress", it had said. He didn't think of himself as a bohunk, but then he and the newspapers rarely agreed.
"Stop reading those!" Paris told him when she found him with a paper in his hand. "They're full of shit anyway." She slides into his lap, smiling, and he marvels at how pretty her narrow face looks up close. Nick is a nice guy, he's not judgemental, and he thinks it's mean the way people pick on Paris. She can't help being born rich and thin. She can't help not knowing what washing machines are or that dogs will eat pies if you leave them on the ground. She can't help a lot of things.
"I dunno," he says, putting his arms around her. All he needs is one arm, really, but she likes it when he folds her in, puts her against his chest like a little medal, like she's a decoration. "It's good to keep up with what they're saying about us."
Paris rolls her eyes, but moves effortlessly into a purr, rubbing her nose up under his chin. "We don't need them," she says. She smells like expensive perfume, more expensive than most people's cars. Nick doesn't care about that. He stopped being startled by how much things cost a long, long time ago. He wonders briefly how much Paris would cost, how much she's worth, and then dismisses the thought, thinking she's priceless, you couldn't buy her. He thinks that might be kind of cheesy. That's okay.
He kisses her then and she practically bends in half, backwards, to press her mouth harder against his. He'd watched her on her show and thought, fuck, that girl's a real ball-buster, that girl's a real tramp. Having her here in his arms, the bumps of her spine brushing his knuckles, he feels her bend herself over for him and thinks differently.
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okay, that one wasn't too painful. But still hard to write, man.
found_objects community, man. Especially for the constant stream of scarring images.
And speaking of scarring,
"Never again," Joey moaned, smashing his face against Chris's shoulder. "Never again, Chris, do you hear me?"
Chris rolled his shoulders easily and ushered Joey out of the nursery. "What?" he blinked innocently. "How was I supposed to know there was all that sugar in soy ice cream?"
"Well, there wouldn't've been if you didn't get it in sugar cones. With sprinkles. Which are practically sugar-coated sugar!" Joey did his best to scowl, but Chris was blinking at him poink-poink with exaggeratedly big eyes, and even after all this time that look still got him.
"Come on," Chris said, satisfied. "I saved the best soy ice cream for us."
Joey let himself be trotted downstairs, docile until Chris opened the container of deep, dark chocolate ice cream, scooped a couple of fat curls into a bowl, and held up a bright, shiny spoon. "You wanna do the honours?" Chris asked slyly, giving the spoon a cursory lick. Joey grinned but couldn't help turning bright red from the memory, and snatched the spoon away from Chris. "I've got a better idea," he said, and made short work of opening Chris's pants.
"Seems like a sound plan so far," Chris said lazily, threading his fingers through Joey's thick hair. Joey hummed happily and slid his mouth over Chris's cock, sucking and tonguing and keeping up the humming, feeling it jump heavily against the roof of his mouth. He pressed his fingers into the junctures of Chris's thighs, then some fingers down under his scrotum, and Chris made an explosive little noise and came.
Joey carefully pulled back, then held the spoon up to his mouth and let spit and semen dribble out into the polished bowl. He stood up, grinning at the dazed look in Chris's eyes, and drizzled the contents of the spoon over the ice cream. "Hot smegma sundae," Chris said weakly, sounding halfway between disgust and lust, and Joey licked the spoon.
===
I want to kill myself.
She's teensy-tiny. Nick is only too aware of how fat people look in pictures or on tv, and when he first saw her on The Simple Life he'd just about shit himself at how bony she was.
In real life, though, she's less bony and more...willowy. He read that one in a newspaper article about them. "The boyband bohunk and the willowy heiress", it had said. He didn't think of himself as a bohunk, but then he and the newspapers rarely agreed.
"Stop reading those!" Paris told him when she found him with a paper in his hand. "They're full of shit anyway." She slides into his lap, smiling, and he marvels at how pretty her narrow face looks up close. Nick is a nice guy, he's not judgemental, and he thinks it's mean the way people pick on Paris. She can't help being born rich and thin. She can't help not knowing what washing machines are or that dogs will eat pies if you leave them on the ground. She can't help a lot of things.
"I dunno," he says, putting his arms around her. All he needs is one arm, really, but she likes it when he folds her in, puts her against his chest like a little medal, like she's a decoration. "It's good to keep up with what they're saying about us."
Paris rolls her eyes, but moves effortlessly into a purr, rubbing her nose up under his chin. "We don't need them," she says. She smells like expensive perfume, more expensive than most people's cars. Nick doesn't care about that. He stopped being startled by how much things cost a long, long time ago. He wonders briefly how much Paris would cost, how much she's worth, and then dismisses the thought, thinking she's priceless, you couldn't buy her. He thinks that might be kind of cheesy. That's okay.
He kisses her then and she practically bends in half, backwards, to press her mouth harder against his. He'd watched her on her show and thought, fuck, that girl's a real ball-buster, that girl's a real tramp. Having her here in his arms, the bumps of her spine brushing his knuckles, he feels her bend herself over for him and thinks differently.
===
okay, that one wasn't too painful. But still hard to write, man.
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I'm going to cry now.
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lunch is postponed indefinitely. possibly forever.
[vomits in a polite pile at your feet]
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*shuffles away from vomit pile*
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Can I help?
[will never be the same again, and not in any kind of good way]
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AHAHAHAHAHA!
You are the most awesome person who ever lived in the history of the universe. I think I might...love you.
::runs out to buy cubic zirconia ring from K-Mart::
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*happily awaits cubic zirconia*
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The Paris/Nick was so sweet, though. Please
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Glad you liked the Paris/Nick, though! They're so big and blonde together!
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But! I obviously read the second snippet. So lovely and simple and...*sigh*
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The Paris/Nick, though, I'm happy that you enjoyed. "Lovely and simple" should be their motto forever. *g*
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I want to kill myself.
That? Fucking killed me with laughter. The pain was worth it.
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And thanks for the link to that community. I needed something else to fill up all of my free time. Wait, I don't have any of that...
-- Erin
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And I hope nobody likes that kind of ice cream. Ugh!
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The Paris/Nick ficlet is lovely. Nick is so sweet about her. =)
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And thank you for the feedback!
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what-- you're their sex stunt-double? dude.
(here in NZ, 'rooting' is a slang term for fucking. ahahaha...so yeah, this is funny only to me. oh, well. won't be the first -- or last-- time that's happened ;))
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The boyband bohunk and the willowy heiress
He'd watched her on her show and thought, fuck, that girl's a real ball-buster, that girl's a real tramp. Having here here in his arms, the bumps of her spine brushing his knuckles, he feels her bend herself over for him and thinks differently.
Oh my, this is great. I really, really love this. Youshouldwritemore. Oh, it's just a perfect little scene. I've honestly wondered what Nick thought and thinks of Paris (other than that, duh, he likes her), and this is a lovely imagining of the things that might occur to him. I've read it like five times already. ::sighs happily::
Ant
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Thank you, thank you!
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So glad you liked it! *mwah*
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I love you.
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*snog*