jc/chris

[loz22.livejournal.com]

Hi im new and just found this community, I thought it was great.
I guess the next step was to request a story. Well, i feel a a trickc story i dont really mind what its about all i want is it to use the word 'Mirror'. Im sorry if its a little boring
thanks

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[jaciesplace.livejournal.com]

I hope you like it!

Reflections

Steadied by his hands on the bathroom counter, JC stared into the large mirror above it. Liquor had tinted his eyes red and whiskers poked through his skin, making him look both drunk and scruffy. Unintentionally speaking aloud, he began muttering, “Mirror, mirror on the wall,” pausing when he heard soft laughter behind him. Closing his eyes, he held his breath for a minute before exhaling.

A familiar voice flittered in his ears, teasing, “Baby, of course you’re still the fairest in the land, although I’ve never thought of you as an evil Queen.”

JC’s eyes were still closed when he felt the gentle embrace from behind, the warm arms slipping beneath his shirt, to wrap around him before giving him a squeeze. When his eyes opened, he stared at the mirror again and only saw himself, and the fingers which peeked out from beneath the seam of his shirt. Someone’s face was buried against his back. He could feel their hot breath against his skin. Even without having heard the voice, he still would have known it was Chris.

Grabbing at the hands resting against his abdomen, he laced his own fingers with them and saw dark hair moving near his shoulders in the mirror’s reflection.

“You’re so beautiful,” Chris flattered him.

Lifting up his hands, JC rubbed at his eyes, then wiped his hands across his face, as if he wanted to see if the reflection was a lie. Realizing it wasn’t, he yawned and leaned back into Chris’ embrace. “If you think I look good right now, you must be as drunk as me. I’m all drunk and scruffy and ready for bed.”

Lips pressed against JC’s neck, feather light. “It doesn’t matter. Sober or drunk, you are always beautiful to me. And I like the ready for bed part. I’m ready, too. I’m always ready for you.”

Twisting around, JC turned to face Chris, looking deeply into his boyfriend’s eyes and seeing his own face reflected in Chris’ black pupils. “I love your eyes. They always tell me something the mirror doesn’t.”

Chris’ hands rubbed slowly along the length of JC’s back, then settled against his ass, cupping the cheeks firmly. When Chris began swaying slowly, as if dancing to music playing in his mind, JC swayed along as his partner. “Tell me, baby. What do my eyes tell you?”

Giggling, JC hesitated, pressing his forehead against Chris’ as he looked down at their feet, his hands resting on Chris’ broad shoulders. “It’s cheesy, man, but I can always see how much you love me. All that love is reflected in your eyes.”

[loz22.livejournal.com]

Oh my guh. I love it. LOVE it. i cant say much more to busy squealing at the sweet trickc.
"I love your eyes. They always tell me something the mirror doesn't"
that is exactly what i wanted, thanks so much.

[jaciesplace.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! One thing I've always loved about Chris' eyes is how deep they are and how much I bet they do reflect his thoughts. ;)

[ravenbat.livejournal.com]

I adore this! *happysigh*

I'd stare into either of their eyes and be content.

[jaciesplace.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

I'd stare into either of their eyes and be content.

Oh yes, definitely! ;)