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you are an evil evil man.

*goes back to writing "beach" ficlet

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Who?

=Me=?

EVIL?

Well, why on Earth is that?

(And YOU'RE not even one of the kinky ones I was thinking of, lol...)

and "beach " ficlet? Is this something I should be remembering, but amn't? *ish confuzzled*

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*whistles innocently*

"beach" ficlet. Hmmm.. should you remember? I don't know...do you keep track of your previous requests after a new week starts?

*Wanders off chuckling evily*

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Oh!

You mean my schmoopy TrickC?

Yeah, I said "beach", laughing about Lobsters! Hee!

Alright, Dangit, now you've got me excited... ..post soon, pleaseplease? (lol)

*eyes narrow*

And now you're being evil... ..is that for this request? If not, channel it! lmao

And now I feel all guilty... ..you have any unanswered requests on here?

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And now I feel all guilty... ..you have any unanswered requests on here?

Don't feel guilty. My request involves a "whispers* a girl! Although, I guess I'd accept it if it someone wanted to substitute lance in the place of the girl.

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turps33.livejournal.com

Man. That. Sounds. So. Good! I love the idea so much.

I really hope someone writes it.

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I can't take the waiting any longer, dammit, so I did one myself. This was written in one sitting, so if it sucks, kiss my ass. ;)

This, JC figured, had every chance of ranking right up there with banana nut bread and Justin's collection of "Sweatin' to the Oldies" tapes as things that were just Not A Good Idea.

chris was still perched at the end of the bed, where he'd been for a good minute already, shirtless and fascinated, his eyes prowling the planes of JC's body. JC couldn't help but blush a little under the attention, ducking his chin down towards his chest, aware of the way his muscles stretched and pulled his skin taunt. Chris had been gentle enough to stack the pillows up underneath his back so it wouldn't be too uncomfortable, but JC was quickly realizing that there was really nothing relaxing about wrists circled in leather and bound to wooden bedposts, leaving him helpless and exposed, his hands curled into fists and slowly losing sensation. He cleared his throat nervously and shifted a little against the scratchy hotel sheets, grateful to still have his jeans on, at least. The air conditioner was a mindless drone in the background, and he shivered a little.

"Baby," Chris rasped, his voice deeper than JC could ever remember hearing it. "Oh, my God."

He smiled a little, probably blushing, and found an interesting spot on the wallpaper over Chris' shoulder, trying not to focus on those dark eyes drinking him in. Kinks were nothing new with Chris; this was the man who'd bought him a copy of the Kama Sutra for his birthday, for God's sake, and JC had lost count of the number of tastes they had suckled off each other's skins. But this was new, and when they had finally wrapped up the last press for the day and gotten back to the hotel, JC had only been sprawled on the bed for a moment when Chris was rustling bags and grinning like a Cheshire cat, slinking close to reveal his latest toy from whatever sex shop he'd dragged the bodyguards to. And JC had smiled, trying to ignore the way his stomach flopped.

The bed dipped as Chris leaned forward on the mattress, bracing his weight on his arms, straddling JC's body, and slowly crawling forward. JC shivered again, and closed his eyes when he felt Chris hesitate, his body sinking lower. "Cold?" he asked softly.

"A little," JC replied, because it was just easier in the end.

"You won't be for long," Chris murmured back, and pressed lips against the bare flesh of his belly. JC twisted and sighed, soothed a little by the familiar caress, and arched his back as Chris continued to lick his way up JC's chest. This was familiar territory, and this was okay. Nothing new. Nothing scary, and he even strained forward a little, trying to reciprocate.

"Shh," Chris said gently, hovering above. "There's no rush, baby. God, you look gorgeous."

JC swallowed but smiled, shyly, and Chris dropped abruptly to capture his mouth. The kiss was eager and JC pushed all the energy he had into it, trying to hold Chris close to him, but he broke away all too soon, sitting back on his knees and trailing his fingers across JC's waist. JC closed his eyes, concentrating on Chris' hands deftly unbuttoning his jeans and drawing down the zipper. Yes, he knew this, and he arched again as Chris shimmied down his body, sliding off the jeans and boxers. He heard a shaky sigh from somewhere above him, and then Chris was atop him again, denim scratching against JC's crotch and making him pant as Chris reclaimed his mouth again, dropping kisses down along his jaw before attacking his neck, nibbling the tender flesh there and raking his fingernails lightly down JC's outstretched arms. JC twisted beneath him, pushing forward. "Chris," he managed. "I - I need to touch you. Chris."

"Shh," he said again, moving lower, taking a nipple into his teeth and causing JC to hiss with pleasure. "I've got you, baby."

I'll post the rest if you can guess my super-sekrit identity. ;)

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Aggggg!

Super-sekrit identity??!?!?!?!!!!

Hrmph.

Someone I know, or you wouldn't be teasing me like this...

..syntax leads me to think you're NOT Terri... ..Jessa? Lydia? If you're Lincoln, you are SUCH a liar, 'cause you CAN write, 'cuz THIS IS REALLY GOOD SO FAR AND I =TOTALLY= WANT TO READ THE REST....

Whoever you are, if you -don't- post the rest, you're no friend of mine... ;)

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*notices previous thread*

Raven!?!?

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Wrong, but I'll give you another piece anyway. ;)

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No, it's not me, but I know who it is. I did some detective work and figured it out.

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"Chris," he tried again, anxiously, but by then he could feel Chris sliding further down, his hands splayed against JC's taunt stomach and his breath hot and lewd against the inside of JC's thighs. JC gasped when Chris took him into his mouth, bucking up against him and moaning in protest when Chris stilled even that movement, pinning JC's narrow hips to the bed with his hands. Chris sucked only long enough to get JC achingly hard before drawing back, pulling off with a pop that was definitely obscene, and grinning up at JC. Chris was on his feet at the bedside a moment later, stripping his own jeans from his body. Despite that splash of pleasure he had felt with Chris' warm, wet mouth around him, JC was aware of an ache settling deep into his shoulders, and of how cold his cock felt now that it was wet and exposed and standing there angry and indignant, and he suddenly felt like an idiot. There was little time to think about that, though, because Chris was back on him a second later, sampling and biting, running a hand up and down JC's side while the other dipped lower, down into the cleft of his ass, slicked fingers seeking out his entrance. JC shuddered again.

Stop being stupid. This is Chris just being a kinky bastard, that's all. Nothing's going to happen to you.

A single finger pushed inside him, and JC threw his head back, crying out before he could stop himself. He clenched tightly, straining against the cuffs again with a desperate, irrational panic, and Chris stopped abruptly, looking up. "Did I hurt you?" he asked breathlessly, concern layered atop the rough lust in his voice.

JC shook his head, eyes closed. "No, it's okay. It's - it's good," he managed, then heard Chris chuckle and resume his relentless gnawing of JC's shoulder. For his part, JC concentrated on breathing, drawing deep breaths of air into his lungs and trying not to pull too hard; trying not to think about how raw and exposed he felt, even with Chris atop him. He made it through two fingers, and through three, but when Chris grunted and pulled JC's legs up around his waist, pushing himself inside, it was all JC could do not to scream.

"Oh, God, baby," Chris panted, his body flush against JC's and damp with sweat now. "Oh God, you feel so good."

JC bit down on his lip and twisted his head to the side, his breathing ragged gasps now. Chris felt impossibly huge inside him and the friction was intense as Chris drew back and then forward again, scraping along JC's insides. JC tried to jerk forward again, wanting to wrap his hands around Chris' biceps and be along for the ride; to twist his body just so, to make it as good for himself as it obviously was for Chris, judging by the grunts and gasps he was making. But as it was, he was bound fast, and he clenched his fists desperately, helplessly, as Chris drove forward into him again, growling, and the only good thing was that it was over a few moments after that. Chris came with a groan, releasing himself into JC, and when he milked that same pleasure from JC a moment later, his calloused fingers rough and welcome against JC's sensitive cock, it was nice, too. Still, JC couldn't quite get his muscles to relax; couldn't quite untangle the pleasure from the pain, and then Chris dropped atop him, his weight pulling uncomfortably at JC's arms. JC closed his eyes tightly. "Chris," he managed. The whisper was raspy, and sounded nothing at all like his normal voice. "Chris."

"Hmmm?" he replied sleepily, nuzzling his face into the curve of JC's shoulder.

"Chris. Untie me."

"You don't like it?" he teased.

JC swallowed. "It's, um. It's kinda tight."

Chris sat up slowly, his face drawn up into a blissful, sated smile, and he kept his eyes closed as he bumped foreheads with JC and reached up without looking, grasping the laces and undoing the knots. JC sighed shakily as the cuffs fell away, and he drew his arms against his chest slowly, gritting his teeth against the soreness he could already feel deep in the joints. Chris settled back down immediately, yawning, and pillowed his head on JC's chest. "Love you," he murmured, drifting off.

JC stared at the hotel ceiling for a long time after that.

More to come...

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Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, this is PERFECT so far...

NoPseud? Damnit, I'm not getting an English vibe here... ..ya tease... ..but Thank You my mysterious benefecator writing-saint, whomever you may be... ;D

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There's one part left after this. I'll give you a hint - I'm on your friends list, but you haven't named me yet... ;)

Maroon 5 was halfway through the second verse of Sunday Morning when the CD began to skip, and JC opened his eyes, annoyed. The last thing he expected to see was Justin sitting cross-legged in front of him on the floor, turning his CD player upside down, but there it was, and JC scowled and pulled his headphones down around his neck. "J, what the fuck," he sighed.

"This is cheap," Justin replied matter-of-factly, turning the discman over to peer at the model numbers. "Don't you make enough money to afford a decent player, man?"

"Shut up," he replied, leaning forward to snatch the player away before settling back on the couch, relaxing into the cushions and the familiar rumbles of diesel engine and tour bus. "I'm not paying top dollar for a player as long as you're around to break it."

Justin laughed and stood, popping his back before kicking JC's legs off the couch and settling in at the other end. "So, what's up?"

JC regarded him narrowly.

"What?" Justin demanded, spreading his hands innocently. "I'm asking a question!"

"It's one-thirty."

"So?"

"So isn't this the designated videogame hour with Chris?"

"He's asleep," Justin replied, his gaze pointed.

JC sighed.

"So, like I said. What's up?"

"Nothing, Justin."

Justin leaned back, propping his elbows against the armrest behind him. "Chris thinks you're pissed at him."

"Chris talks to you about our love life now?"

"Believe me, C, there's nothing I want to know less about," Justin chuckled. "But dude, he's upset. What did you do?"

"Nothing," JC replied defensively, and cursed Justin inwardly. Chris was hardly perceptive but Justin was a miniature radar detector, frightening accurate, and it was hard to hide much of anything from him, good or bad.

"You've been quiet this morning," Justin pointed out. "And you're not flirting with him."

"So?"

"So, what happened?"

"I am not having this conversation with you," JC huffed, and pulled his headphones back over his ears.

Justin reached out towards him, towards the CD player, and JC grabbed it in one hand to pull it back out of Justin's reach. To his surprise, however, Justin went for his other hand, and before JC could react he had pushed up the sleeve of the gray UC State sweatshirt he wore. "Justin!" JC gasped, jerking back and grasping the sleeve, but not before the bruises glared purple and ugly around his wrist.

"I saw by accident when you got on the bus," Justin said softly. "This - um, it's none of my business, Jace, but I know he went to that store. Um..."

"Justin, just stay out of it, okay?" JC pleaded softly. "It'll be okay. It's just him and me, all right?"

"You didn't like it, did you?" he asked softly.

"He liked it," JC replied. "So just shut up about it, okay?"

Justin must have detected the note of desperation in his voice, because he nodded, and slid off the couch. "Okay," he said. "But you should talk to him." He hesitated, then sighed. "Love you, man."

When he was gone, JC had to press his fingers into his eyes for a long, long minute.

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ooooooo, poor JC! (*L*O*V*I*N*G* YHIS!!!!)

Alright, if you're not Tallories, then one of my other US friends took up writing without telling anyone (and got damn good at it...) or certain British or Australian people have completely modified their writing style and managed a beautiful job of culture blending.

Or Nico cracked and joined the fic req comm, but I'm SERIOUSLY doubting that possibility, lol.

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Ok I love this story, it really should have more to it. Does it count if I figured out who you are?

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Who am I? And the last part is going up shortly. :)

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According to the isp tracking, you're tallories.

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That's what my computer wants you to believe... *g*

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lol.

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Well, the combination of your hints and deductive (read: educated guess) reasoning and process of elimination also indicates you're tallories, as I said last time, but it's up to you to reveal yourself....

..but whether you choose to do so or not, I have to tell you that

I LOVED THIS.

It was beautifully well done, and fit my request =exactly=, it was just what I wanted, other than Lots More Of It, lol

Thank You so Very Much.

(and if you reveal yourself, then I can pimp you out as an author extraordinaire and thank you properly, lol)

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Well, as it happens, my computer was right. *shrug* ;) Glad you liked it, hon! It was just such a mouth-watering request, I could hardly not write it. I'm surprised no one beat me to it, actually.

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*grin*

Wasn't it, though?

I'm surprised nobody else did either, I guess it was a little too much to fit in a "ficlet".

But Hey, your's ROCKED, so it's all good! ;D

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The request you have up now is pretty good, too (JC angst! Must resist!). As for this one, it would have been really difficult to fit that into a ficlet-shaped box and do it justice. I'm glad you liked what I came up with.

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Oh, I absolutely LOVED what you did.

It was perfect, through and through. And I knew it wouldn't work as a ficlet, so I'm all the more thrilled you did do it! *g*

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tallories.livejournal.com

I still can't believe I wrote porn. LOL!

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Here's the last part. Any final guesses before I reveal my super-sekrit identity??!? I may not be who you expect. *g*

Chris finally caught up to him in the Quiet Room at the venue, slipping inside late in the afternoon, his eyes wide and somehow brilliant in the dim light. JC had managed a smile and dropped the magazine he'd been reading into his lap, drawing his knees up to his chest. "Hey."

"Hi," Chris said, and sat down tentatively on the coffee table in front of the sofa, his hands tangled together. They were alone, which JC was grateful for. "Jace."

"Hmm?"

"I want - something's wrong," he sighed. "You're not talking to me."

"I'm okay," he shrugged. "Just, you know. Everything's fine."

One side of Chris' mouth curled up. "Fine?"

"Yeah." JC tried to look convincing.

"Yeah," Chris sighed. "Justin said you had something to show me."

"What?" He'd managed to slip into a sweatshirt before Chris had an opportunity to sample him too thoroughly that morning, hiding the bruises. "Why?"

"I don't know. He just said you did."

"I don't."

"JC," Chris said in frustration. "What did I do?"

"Nothing," he denied, and shook his head to emphasize it. "Nothing, Chris. You didn't do anything."

"Is this about last night?" he asked, and when JC couldn't quite look away in time to hide the flicker of fear in his eyes, Chris startled. "It is? Last night?"

"No," JC denied softly.

"C. Talk to me, baby," he said gently.

"It just - I don't know." He caught his lower lip between his teeth, feeling a light blush color his cheeks. He was still trying to find words to wrap around the ache in his chest when he felt a finger trace gently across his lips, and he looked up, startled. Chris was watching him, openly, lovingly, and he took a breath. "I don't know if I liked it," he admitted, that familiar clenching back in his stomach.

"You didn't like it?"

"I... no," he managed, and was surprised to find himself near tears.

"Baby, that's okay," Chris said, and was beside him on the couch suddenly, gathering him into his arms. "We don't have to do it again. We didn't have to do it at all, for that matter."

"But you liked it," JC protested weakly, turning his face into Chris' chest and breathing deeply.

"Not if you didn't," he said firmly, and dropped kisses into his hair. "I'm sorry, baby. You should have said something. Don't ever be afraid to tell me if you don't like something we're doing."

JC nodded, relaxing into the body next to him and smiling as Chris' arms looped around him loosely. "Chris."

"Hmm?"

"This is what I wanted to show you," he said shyly, and tilted his head up to capture Chris' mouth in a tender kiss.

Words weren't necessary at all.

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just lovely.

*sigh*

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