I had a patient named Timberlake
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for three days AND I had a Justin wanna-be glimpse on the way home from work this morning. SO I would like to request...
TimberTrick
SexykcaB looking Justin (physical attributes and age I mean) and longer curly haired Chris (because GUHtastic). Justin notices Chris. AU would be appreciated (complete with the age difference), but not neccessary.
If more than one of you wanna respond that would be nice. Read one and get bit by a bunny to add on? Feel free.
*wink*
TimberTrick
SexykcaB looking Justin (physical attributes and age I mean) and longer curly haired Chris (because GUHtastic). Justin notices Chris. AU would be appreciated (complete with the age difference), but not neccessary.
If more than one of you wanna respond that would be nice. Read one and get bit by a bunny to add on? Feel free.
*wink*
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Date: 2006-10-10 11:15 pm (UTC)Justin mentally went through the instructions one more time in his head: rendezvous with Agent C. Sounded simple enough. Only, JC hadn’t mentioned that Agent C was quite possibly the most gorgeous thing to ever walk the planet.
No, gorgeous wasn’t the right word. He was. . .well, Justin didn’t know exactly what he was, but gorgeous certainly didn’t cover it.
His hair was sort of long, at least compared to Justin’s buzz cut, long and curly, which was quickly becoming Justin’s favorite. And he had a dark goatee growing around his mouth. His very kissable mouth. He couldn’t see the other man’s eyes because they were hidden behind dark sunglasses, but he knew that they would tell him what he suspected: that this man was older than him. And therefore out of his league.
Stupid agency seniority rules.
Justin continued to watch him from the opposite side of the club, trying to work up the courage to approach this mysterious man without making a fool of himself. The microphone in his ear crackled.
“J? What’s taking so long?”
“Nothing, Joey,” Justin mumbled under his breath, not caring if his own microphone didn’t pick up the words and relay them back to his partner outside the club. He shook his head to clear his brain of the very unprofessional thoughts that had taken over. He sighed once more before heading across the dance floor. “Nothing.”
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