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*headdesk*headdesk*

Am having the crappiest crap day ever and some schmoopy TrickC (at home, with BBQ and a lovely day is a good start but friends or no, you pick) would be a wonderful thing right now. Hell, just some schmoop would be shiny. ;-)

[identity profile] punky-bruusterr.livejournal.com 2005-08-15 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
JC slammed his fist on the desk as an intentional tactic in not smashing his computer. He was just done reading his email. His album’s release date was pushed back. Again. He growled and continued to surf the net.

He heard footsteps behind him and tensed in anger. “What’s all the banging about?” “I’m busy.” “Ohh, such a tone! What’s wrong? Talk to me; I’m dyin’ over here.” JC turned around and gave Chris the death stare. “Fuck off.” Chris reeled back, a rare look of hurt flashing in his eyes. “Whatever you say.”

JC felt guilt burn in the pit of his stomach, but he continued to work. After about an hour, he felt the pull of sleep and decided to rest his head on the desk. When he was stirred from sleep, he looked up at the clock on the wall and noticed his moment of rest had actually been three hours. After peeling the piece of paper stuck to his cheek, he wondered what had pulled him from his slumber and noticed a mouth watering smell seeping into the room.

JC got up from the desk and left his office. He then traveled down the stairs and outside. He went to the other side of the yard and let out a chuckle.

There was a barbeque with corn on the cob and steaks grilling. And there was Chris. Wearing nothing but oven mitts, an apron that had “Kiss the Cook” written on it, and the smile on his face.

“Let me get this straight.” Chris chuckled. “That’d be a first for you, ya big gay-mo.” JC shook his head.

“So, I act like an asshole and you make me my favorite barbequed foods AND do it naked.” Chris nodded earnestly. “And if I’m a gay-mo, than what does that make you?” Chris smirked. “A co-dependent enabler?” JC giggled and strolled up to Chris, kissing the older man on the lips.

“Did I mention I loved you?” Chris nodded. “You don’t need to tell me.” JC was taken aback by the seriousness of his lover’s tone and expression, but let out a soft chuckle when Chris used the tongs to pinch his nose. “So, medium well?”

[identity profile] punky-bruusterr.livejournal.com 2005-08-17 09:25 am (UTC)(link)
as much as i appreciate the writing lesson, i would have appreciated a thank you instead of OR before the "oh, i liked this, but i can't enjoy it because you don't write well" vibe set in. and i do have a beta for my fiction journal, but i don't ever feel the need to use her for ficlits AND i used a spell checker; i always type these in a word document before i post them. nobody has ever really complained about my writing style before this, so i never thought it was an issue. i have to pat myself on the back for not making some of the typical mistakes in writing, but maybe i do need some work.

but a thank you would have been nice beforehand. please keep that in mind ;)

[identity profile] punky-bruusterr.livejournal.com 2005-08-17 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
you're not a bad guy - someone should have pointed it out to me sooner. i'm actually a journalism major, so i'm not formally used to writing in the creative sense. i put a creative spin on my stories, but it's still journalism after all.

ps

[identity profile] punky-bruusterr.livejournal.com 2005-08-17 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
and please don't think i'm being snarky or bitchy - i sometimes write the way i talk. i don't mean anything nasty by it ;)

Re: ps

[identity profile] punky-bruusterr.livejournal.com 2005-08-17 10:22 am (UTC)(link)
it's no problem really :) i thought the barbequing naked part was very *chris* i really hope you did enjoy it and i will use a beta for even the small stuff. hey, is that ryan cabrera on your icon?