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bossymarmalade) wrote2004-02-26 04:24 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote2004-02-26 04:24 pm
oh, honey -- milhouse doesn't count!
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northernveil do it, so I wanted to as well. And let me tell you, it was hard; I generally seem to come in at the middles of relationships, not the beginnings. Plus, I'm'a use my Lynncest icon because a boy's first kiss should really be from his momma. Oh, so wrong, yet so right.
"Joe..." JC murmured, pushing his fingers into Joey's hair. Joey didn't look up because he was concentrating still on that one little sliver of skin, and he put his arms around JC's hips and felt solid bone and flesh, warmth, pliant and real JC against him. "Joey," JC said again, smiling, and pressed his mouth against Joey's forehead.
"You got long legs, man," Joey said, dazed. JC grinned, sliding down so he was halfway sprawled across Joey's lap, a double armful of warm and pretty and twisty-hot.
"Yeah," JC said. "Beauty Parade." When his mouth slid across Joey's, it was smiling and hot and tasted like purple. Joey smiled back, and kissed back, and only wondered for the briefest of seconds what JC would look like in a pink peignoir.
- legs for miles
"So whatcha eating?" Joey inquired mildly, sipping at his ice water.
"Olives. Marinated olives with jalapenos inside," Justin fished one out of the bowl and turned it in his long, flat fingers before taking a deep breath and popping it in his mouth. He chewed manfully for a while before swallowing and promptly let his tongue hang out. "haaaaaaaahhh," he moaned.
Joey set his glass in the sink. "Feeling good yet?"
Justin shook his head wildly, rubbing his fingers over the humps of the olives in his bowl. Joey pushed off from the counter and braced his hands against the table so his mouth didn't collide with Justin's, just enough firm pressure for his numb cold tongue to swipe over Justin's overheated numb tongue before pulling out.
"haahhhhhhhh," Justin moaned again.
- "hot", shojin ryori
"You ready to go?" Nick asked, already turning back to the car. Justin bumped against him.
"Little bit longer," he said, hurriedly, and leaned closer still to latch his teeth onto Nick's upper lip, just the corner of it, like because it was only a little corner there was no real reason for Nick to be mad because it wasn't really like Justin was kissing him or anything, just biting at the corner of one lip and that wasn't anything like kissing at all.
- kansas
They wake you up gently, JC sitting on the bed and tugging at your vaguely-brittle newly-gold hair. The booze has worn off enough for you to be aware of what's going on but muggy around the edges. It all gets clearer when JC leans down and kisses you, his mouth tasting like clean white wine.
He gets up too soon and you're left gasping, but then Lance is there and your gasps disappear into his soft tongue, soft and sweet like white frosting and you sit up so you can wrap your arms around him.
- 21
The closet was big and dark and had hard cinderblock walls that JC's jeans scraped against when Chris pushed him up against them. JC's fingers were threaded through his hair, pulling bright freckles of pain, and his breath came out of him in a cinnamonny huff when his back hit the wall. Cinnamon like gum or candy, Chris thought disjointedly. Not like ground-up cinnamon. Hotter. Faker.
He pressed himself so hard against JC that those skinny coltish legs started to slide out, kicking between Chris' feet and on the other side of his leg to gain purchase. Chris leaned into JC more, letting him skid down the wall until it was easy to grab the nape of his neck and cover his mouth with kisses.
- clench
In other news, Lori and I were watching Buffy last night and both came to the realization that Anna from the OC is cribbing Willow's dress sense. And then torturing it until it begs for mercy.
Friday? You can get here any time, honey.
northernveil do it, so I wanted to as well. And let me tell you, it was hard; I generally seem to come in at the middles of relationships, not the beginnings. Plus, I'm'a use my Lynncest icon because a boy's first kiss should really be from his momma. Oh, so wrong, yet so right."Joe..." JC murmured, pushing his fingers into Joey's hair. Joey didn't look up because he was concentrating still on that one little sliver of skin, and he put his arms around JC's hips and felt solid bone and flesh, warmth, pliant and real JC against him. "Joey," JC said again, smiling, and pressed his mouth against Joey's forehead.
"You got long legs, man," Joey said, dazed. JC grinned, sliding down so he was halfway sprawled across Joey's lap, a double armful of warm and pretty and twisty-hot.
"Yeah," JC said. "Beauty Parade." When his mouth slid across Joey's, it was smiling and hot and tasted like purple. Joey smiled back, and kissed back, and only wondered for the briefest of seconds what JC would look like in a pink peignoir.
- legs for miles
"So whatcha eating?" Joey inquired mildly, sipping at his ice water.
"Olives. Marinated olives with jalapenos inside," Justin fished one out of the bowl and turned it in his long, flat fingers before taking a deep breath and popping it in his mouth. He chewed manfully for a while before swallowing and promptly let his tongue hang out. "haaaaaaaahhh," he moaned.
Joey set his glass in the sink. "Feeling good yet?"
Justin shook his head wildly, rubbing his fingers over the humps of the olives in his bowl. Joey pushed off from the counter and braced his hands against the table so his mouth didn't collide with Justin's, just enough firm pressure for his numb cold tongue to swipe over Justin's overheated numb tongue before pulling out.
"haahhhhhhhh," Justin moaned again.
- "hot", shojin ryori
"You ready to go?" Nick asked, already turning back to the car. Justin bumped against him.
"Little bit longer," he said, hurriedly, and leaned closer still to latch his teeth onto Nick's upper lip, just the corner of it, like because it was only a little corner there was no real reason for Nick to be mad because it wasn't really like Justin was kissing him or anything, just biting at the corner of one lip and that wasn't anything like kissing at all.
- kansas
They wake you up gently, JC sitting on the bed and tugging at your vaguely-brittle newly-gold hair. The booze has worn off enough for you to be aware of what's going on but muggy around the edges. It all gets clearer when JC leans down and kisses you, his mouth tasting like clean white wine.
He gets up too soon and you're left gasping, but then Lance is there and your gasps disappear into his soft tongue, soft and sweet like white frosting and you sit up so you can wrap your arms around him.
- 21
The closet was big and dark and had hard cinderblock walls that JC's jeans scraped against when Chris pushed him up against them. JC's fingers were threaded through his hair, pulling bright freckles of pain, and his breath came out of him in a cinnamonny huff when his back hit the wall. Cinnamon like gum or candy, Chris thought disjointedly. Not like ground-up cinnamon. Hotter. Faker.
He pressed himself so hard against JC that those skinny coltish legs started to slide out, kicking between Chris' feet and on the other side of his leg to gain purchase. Chris leaned into JC more, letting him skid down the wall until it was easy to grab the nape of his neck and cover his mouth with kisses.
- clench
In other news, Lori and I were watching Buffy last night and both came to the realization that Anna from the OC is cribbing Willow's dress sense. And then torturing it until it begs for mercy.
Friday? You can get here any time, honey.
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aahahahah! If you ever meet him, I want you to do me a favour and say *just that*. That would be the BEST!
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*whimpers* gah! Words. Good words. Better images. *dies*
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Having unexpected days off definitely does something weird to the ol' internal calendar. And having a screen over your window! How awful! It's like sensory deprivation torture! *snuggle*
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Oh! This has to be my favorite of the shojin ryori series. It's so vivid and tactile, with the "long flat fingers" (!!) and the little round olives all rolling about in a bowl. Whew. Be careful where you point that thing. :)
Oh, so wrong, yet so right.
Feels good, don't it?
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I swear, I re-use that particular phrase over and over and over because, they ARE! His hands are so fascinating to look at! I'm so glad you know exactly what I mean. *g*
Feels good, don't it?
mmmmmmm. Ain't nothing better than the Lynncest, especially because it just happens of its own accord. Ohhh yeah.