New request

[hegemony.livejournal.com]

Hmm, strange week. It is friday, right?

JuC, Bassez or Letterboys. I only request a little smut and something that has to do with JC's newfound love for 'pink and pirate-y' attire. AU's are welcome if someone wants to try something a la 'pirates of the carrebean'.

Thank you in advance!

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[timberho.livejournal.com]

No story from me but I LOVE that icon!

[hegemony.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

Sword Play

[jaciesplace.livejournal.com]

JC smiled, admiring his ruffled hot pink shirt in the mirror. He had wanted one since he was fifteen and now he had one. So what if it was costuming for a play? His eyes held steadily on his reflection. He nearly creamed himself thinking how hot he looked in the pink shirt and the tight black pants neatly tucked into his boots.

His footfalls sounded heavy as he walked across the empty stage. JC didn’t do anything halfway. When he had a part, he threw himself into it thoroughly. What concerned him of late was how real his sword play appeared to be.

Standing alone onstage, he began to swing around his light prop sword. “Thrust and parry,” he mumbled as he danced around the stage lunging at an imaginary foe. He smiled as the sword slashed the air, swishing through it easily. This would be easier if he had a partner. Pausing, he glanced around, wishing that one of the other actors might have stopped by, but no. There was no one. Until his eyes looked up into the control booth. Blinking twice, he stared again. The booth was supposed to be locked, but there was a man up there, staring down at him.

“Hey, come down here,” JC yelled.

He waited as the man made his way down the stairs, then onto the stage. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. Hanging his head down he softly admitted, “I like to watch you. With your sword. You handle it well.”

Walking closer, JC reached out, lifting the man’s chin. He had beautiful green eyes. “Who are you?”

“Lance. I’m the janitor.”

“Could you do me a favor?”

A hopeful look washed across Lance’s face.

“I need to practice and it would be so much easier if I had a partner.”

“I don’t know how.”

“It’s easy. These are prop swords, so you won’t get hurt and all you have to do is move around and block my thrusts.”

JC walked over to grab a second sword, then tossed it to Lance.

Without speaking, JC began circling around Lance, as if moving in for the kill. Lance stood still, nervously watching JC.

“You have to hold the sword up. And move.”

It took Lance a few minutes to work himself into the part, but soon he was moving around as if he were JC’s dance partner. Handling the sword did come easily to him, so he tried to concentrate on not tripping over his own feet. It was inevitable though and when he fell, he knocked JC off his feet, too, forcing them into a tangled mess sprawled across the floor.

“Sorry,” he managed.

JC was panting, only a few inches away. “Don't be. I’m enjoying this.”

When Lance remained quiet, JC inched forward, closing his eyes as he leaned in for a kiss. Lance didn’t react. He just remained still, like a statue frozen in time. JC pulled back attempting to read Lance’s expression. “Nothing to say?”

“Your shirt is pretty,” Lance offered meekly.

JC’s mouth curved into a smile that shimmered like moonlight. Lance sighed. With nimble fingers, JC began unbuttoning his shirt, then crawled over Lance, pushing him against the floor. Lance licked his lips, then reached up to touch JC’s chest. They kissed again, this time more forcefully. JC flipped his pants open and pushed Lance’s hand down to his cock. Lance grasped the shaft and began pumping it as JC’s tongue delved deeply into his mouth.

He found that he no longer wished to block JC's thrusts. Lance relaxed against the floor as JC humped against him. For once he didn’t care if someone made a mess for him to clean up. This was going to be worth it.

[hegemony.livejournal.com]

*happy smile*

I apologize for not seeing this sitting in my e-mail sooner. I really love it. Thank you for writing it for me, I couldn't have done better myself.

[jaciesplace.livejournal.com]

I'm glad it caught up with you and you enjoyed it! :)

Re: Sword Play

[lincolnkw.livejournal.com]

Bwahh!! "Your shirt is pretty."

Poor, poor overwhelmed janitor!Lance. Hee.

He exchanges one thrust of the sword for another.

Too funny!

Re: Sword Play

[jaciesplace.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Always happy to share a laugh! :)

Sometimes I'm afraid I'm the only one who *gets* some of the humor in my stories.