Yay, New Week!

[ninjetti75.livejournal.com]

EEEEE, it's been a week already, hasn't it?

Ummmm.... ..i been up too long, can't think straight... ..i'm AMAZED i can still type straight...

Anywho- Simple request: Sweet TrickC smut. More about character than porn, but still smut. h/c if that makes it easier for ya.

'Kthxbye!

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[hegemony.livejournal.com]

A little bit of TrickC for my favoritest ninja.

It’s raining in LA tonight, and Chris hates rain. JC looks strangely depressed with his glass of wine and notebook, his eyes lowered to the ground like he is a little boy again.

JC should be happy, and they both know it. It should be the best time of his life, so much to come, but there’s something so wrong.

He watches JC curl up and fall asleep in their bed. It’s so sad. Chris hates sad things.

When they wake up, the rain is still there. JC lights up a blunt in bed, huffing and huffing until he’s sated and a remnant of happiness is there. Slipping closer, Chris looked into JC’s pair of dead eyes and ducked his head down, linking a chain of kisses, both closed and opened mouth, down JC’s neck and chest.

JC played shotgun with him a few times, and then fell asleep again, Korea wrapped inside the tight little ball JC rolled into.

Chris sits up and reads the paper for a while, the haze of smoke in the room soon pulling away. He looks trough the scrapbook of things JC’s been putting together as the touring, the promotion for Schizophrenic goes on, and sees things that don’t even relate to him in the book. He sees newspaper clippings about Justin, Paris, Lance, everybody. And he realizes it.

JC’s been getting the short end of a long stick for a while, now. It’s probably just taking its toll on him, finally. It’s five days until the album comes out and JC’s stuck in a hella funk. That’s never good.

JC wakes up and goes to take a shower before doing anything else. Chris makes him a pot of coffee, and continues to look through the scrapbook. He notices the notes in the margin, notices some of the things that JC puts down. The things that make him really, really mad are underlined in glowing red,

“Hey,” JC smiles at him, watching him intently. “I guess you found the playbook, eh?”

“Playbook?” Chris asks.

“Yeah,” JC says, as he bends down to pet Korea before making himself a cup of coffee. “Carlos suggested I put one together so that I know how to counterpoint these interview questions. Seeing as nobody wants to talk about my record anymore.”

“How does that make you feel?” Chris asks, in his best psychologist voice.

“Bad,” JC smiles, looking at the skyline outside the window and sipping on his coffee. “But I can get over it. Do whatever, get whatever, you know?”

“Yeah,” Chris nods. “Yeah I know.”

When JC leaves for a while, to go to a meeting again, Chris refits the bed with black sheets, opens the windows, airs the room out, and lights candles. He considers making a rose-pedal run, but he tried that on valentine’s day and failed miserably, finding rose pedals to be more tedious than romantic. This was enough. This would have to do.

JC still seems troubled when he comes back to the house, tired and frustrated, and just down. Chris leads him into the bedroom, and offers a massage.

“What will make you happy, C?” He asks, undoing JC’s buttoned down shirt and laying his hands on JC’s back. His fingers work softly into JC’s skin, and soon, JC’s head is lulling backward, feeling more relaxed than he has in days.

Chris leans up and kisses him on the cheek, on the neck, on the chest.

“I’d be happy if we could make love,” JC whispers. Chris nuzzles his neck.

Ten minutes later, JC’s laying on his back, trembling and filled, holding chris close. Hips collide, Chris gettting swallowed up and spit back out again inside JC's body. They're both sweaty, needy, ready to explode. JC calls out Chris' name a few times, grasping at the sheets before leaving this earth for another realm.

“I…I love you,” JC whispers. “You’re the only thing that gets me through some of these days, Chris.”

“I know,” Chris smiles at him. “Now turn me over and show an old man just how mad you are.”

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[ninjetti75.livejournal.com]

Wooo!

Very Nice!

*twirls about acrobatically in chop-socky Hong Kong Cinema style, eventually landing in a low crouch with both fists outstretched, thubs extended up*

Ninjetti say: GoodJob!

(except for the rose petals. Chris is silly, rose petals ARE romantic! and i think rose pedals are what roses use to turn the wheels on their bicycles, but i could be wrong on that...)

[hegemony.livejournal.com]

*giggles genuinely and claps hands like a two year old*

I want to become like you when I grow up!

*twirls around acrobatically a la ninjetti*

(and you are right, rose petals ARE romantic. Maybe just not in chris' chris-y way. )

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[paperdollkisses.livejournal.com]

Oh that is goooooood. very good.

[hegemony.livejournal.com]

*grins*

Thanks!

[callsigns.livejournal.com]

Oh, a stomach-clencher! That's how I know it's good - when I lose voluntary control over my abs. :) Verra nice.

[hegemony.livejournal.com]

*giggles*

I didn't think I had produced a 'stomach-clencher!'

[callsigns.livejournal.com]

Oh, it clenched the stomach, alright. :) It was allllll clenchy up in herrrre. (dude, *who* am i channeling? *slaps self*)