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bossymarmalade) wrote2004-02-02 02:33 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote2004-02-02 02:33 pm
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Catching up on those masochist!ficlets, because I have no startling insights to offer re: the Nipple that Rocked a Nation.
This isn't too bad a request. I mean, I didn't have any intention of ever writing this pairing again, so I guess it qualifies -- but after![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
embitca's smegma request? Nothing's as bad. *g*
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"It's the religiousness that's interesting," Justin began, then stopped and wrinked his nose against the pillow. "Religiousness? Religiosity?"
Connor smiled, standing next to the bed in a towel and his rosary, and wrapped gauze around one hand, over and over until it felt tight and muffled. "Either. Or religionism, if you're wanting to be fancy, or piety, piousness, devoutness...."
"What're you, a fucking thesaurus?" Justin rolled over onto his back, sprawling out on the bed and throwing one arm over his eyes. The cross on his shoulder twisted and then smoothed, green-blue over golden freckles. Connor tipped his head and held his bandaged hand out in front of him, over the cross, and bunched it into a fist. "Go on," he said, voice sliding low as a thick curl of fire snaked through his belly. Justin must have heard it, because he lowered his arm enough to stare at Connor, storm-dark eyes under level brows.
"It's," Justin started slowly, then moved his arm from over his eyes, crooked it so his reddened elbow triangled out at the edge of the pillow and the back of his wrist brushed the headboard. He licked his lips. "It's, yeah. The whole Catholicness of it, with the prayers in Latin and the --" His gaze slid across Connor's throat, down his chest, trailed over his abdomen.
"Wee dirty boy," Connor said, and moved forward, pressing one knee down on Justin's elbow and pinning his arm to the pillow. The movement pushed his dick against the terrycloth of the towel lapping his waist, and Justin made a little "mmmph" noise but looked more hungry than hurt, so Connor pressed his knee down a little harder and his rosary dipped forward to dangle over that pretty pink mouth, open now, panting. Justin stared up at it with dazed, pupil-blown eyes, reaching his other hand over to grab at it. Connor smiled and loosened his towel.
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damn you! Damn you to HELL!
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"It's no problem," JC said, and repeated it just in case. It didn't seem to matter, because Lance was busy smiling over at Jesse, smiling in a way that JC hadn't seen in a long time. It wasn't until JC had actually turned away that Lance had noticed, remembered that JC had been saying something.
"Oh -- hey, man, thanks. I just wanted to, y'know, make sure it was okay with you." He chortled, a rich sound that JC had never quite gotten accustomed to the deep timbre of, and patted JC's arm. "Cause, y'know, didn't want you t'feel like a, a fifth wheel or somethin'."
The chortle came again and JC forced a smile. Lance's accent usually got thicker when he'd been drinking. He looked over at Jesse, who was sitting primly across the booth, all spiky-straight dark hair and perfect little teen-idol looks. Teen-idol. Stupid term, JC thought, and felt a teensy little frisson of mean pleasure. He squashed it instantly; Jesse didn't deserve it. Jesse didn't -- couldn't know.
Lance's arm was going around JC's shoulders now, and it was all he could do not to tense up. It shouldn't have been hard, he'd been pretending it was okay for years now; but with Lance warm and smelling like liquor and cologne, with Jesse's hot watchful eyes across the table, it was the hardest it had ever been.
JC managed to smile, and he managed to pretend nothing was wrong.
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*writhes in agony*
This isn't too bad a request. I mean, I didn't have any intention of ever writing this pairing again, so I guess it qualifies -- but after
embitca's smegma request? Nothing's as bad. *g*===
"It's the religiousness that's interesting," Justin began, then stopped and wrinked his nose against the pillow. "Religiousness? Religiosity?"
Connor smiled, standing next to the bed in a towel and his rosary, and wrapped gauze around one hand, over and over until it felt tight and muffled. "Either. Or religionism, if you're wanting to be fancy, or piety, piousness, devoutness...."
"What're you, a fucking thesaurus?" Justin rolled over onto his back, sprawling out on the bed and throwing one arm over his eyes. The cross on his shoulder twisted and then smoothed, green-blue over golden freckles. Connor tipped his head and held his bandaged hand out in front of him, over the cross, and bunched it into a fist. "Go on," he said, voice sliding low as a thick curl of fire snaked through his belly. Justin must have heard it, because he lowered his arm enough to stare at Connor, storm-dark eyes under level brows.
"It's," Justin started slowly, then moved his arm from over his eyes, crooked it so his reddened elbow triangled out at the edge of the pillow and the back of his wrist brushed the headboard. He licked his lips. "It's, yeah. The whole Catholicness of it, with the prayers in Latin and the --" His gaze slid across Connor's throat, down his chest, trailed over his abdomen.
"Wee dirty boy," Connor said, and moved forward, pressing one knee down on Justin's elbow and pinning his arm to the pillow. The movement pushed his dick against the terrycloth of the towel lapping his waist, and Justin made a little "mmmph" noise but looked more hungry than hurt, so Connor pressed his knee down a little harder and his rosary dipped forward to dangle over that pretty pink mouth, open now, panting. Justin stared up at it with dazed, pupil-blown eyes, reaching his other hand over to grab at it. Connor smiled and loosened his towel.
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damn you! Damn you to HELL!
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"It's no problem," JC said, and repeated it just in case. It didn't seem to matter, because Lance was busy smiling over at Jesse, smiling in a way that JC hadn't seen in a long time. It wasn't until JC had actually turned away that Lance had noticed, remembered that JC had been saying something.
"Oh -- hey, man, thanks. I just wanted to, y'know, make sure it was okay with you." He chortled, a rich sound that JC had never quite gotten accustomed to the deep timbre of, and patted JC's arm. "Cause, y'know, didn't want you t'feel like a, a fifth wheel or somethin'."
The chortle came again and JC forced a smile. Lance's accent usually got thicker when he'd been drinking. He looked over at Jesse, who was sitting primly across the booth, all spiky-straight dark hair and perfect little teen-idol looks. Teen-idol. Stupid term, JC thought, and felt a teensy little frisson of mean pleasure. He squashed it instantly; Jesse didn't deserve it. Jesse didn't -- couldn't know.
Lance's arm was going around JC's shoulders now, and it was all he could do not to tense up. It shouldn't have been hard, he'd been pretending it was okay for years now; but with Lance warm and smelling like liquor and cologne, with Jesse's hot watchful eyes across the table, it was the hardest it had ever been.
JC managed to smile, and he managed to pretend nothing was wrong.
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*writhes in agony*
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And the other one: yay! you did great considering the subject matter, and masochism builds character, you know. ;)
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My new movie obsession! Yay I love you!!!!!!
Guh it was wonderful!
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Thank you for the feedback, sweetie! *mwah*
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All this for a movie that I just watched for the first time like 3 weeks ago at
OMG Watch it with me!!! lol
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Wee!
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Because of their bumsBecause it's so funny!!!!!I love your icon! mmmm Sunglasses!
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Thanks. :)
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Just the fact that you put that in there makes it worth it. I'm not religous, but I'm fascinated by religion. Loved the description of Justin's eyes. Thank you.
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Glad you liked it!
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And I totally can't wait for the sequel either.
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Would it be wrong to say I know nothing about Jesse outside of the modeling thing? Seriously, nothing at all.
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Glad you liked the connor/justin, baby!
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ohhhhhhhhhh no no no! You should still write them. Definitely. Because this was just a tiny little ficlet! It doesn't count!
*bats eyelashes*
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Lance always seems like golden liquor, doesn't he?
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mmmmmm. He really does, especially lately now that he's gone all Vegas and schmoozy. I hope his skin and mouth taste like golden liquor, too.
And I've always found sex and religion kind of fascinating when they're together. For me, I like to keep them rigidly apart, so I guess that makes it even more interesting when other people don't. I'm glad you liked it!
In conclusion, here is my Salma icon. Yours are all so beautiful, especially whiskey tango foxtrot. Hee!
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I love that icon of yours. She's simply gorgeous in black and white.
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Eeeee, tho if it's any consolation, reading that had me writhing in agony too. I mean, cuz of the idea - you did a fabulous job with it. It's just perfect - man, it's one thing to think about in the abstract, but you bring it to life.
The first one is kinky! I love it. I've reread it three times to scrub the second one from my brain. *g*
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That is most certainly a consolation, and one of the reasons I've been going through with these, man. It's mah reveeeeennnge! *g*
I'm glad you liked the first one, though. That one, I didn't hate writing, but it was a challenge anyhow!
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mmm... i liked that a lot.
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Ohhh the pretty hurts my brain.
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