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This was a fun idea I had. :D
I am actually pretty happy with this! ..Except for the title lol.
Title: How ConfusInk
Wordcount: 1955
Pairing: Chazz/Jimmy? Jimmy's not actually in it except for a few lines (NOT a wank fic lol)
Rating: PG
Summary: What DID lead Chazz to getting that Jimmy tattoo?
"That's you. The wolf...that runs with the lone wolf, so that the lone wolf...never has to be alone again. That's how much you mean to me bro." Chazz looked at Jimmy with a mixture of pride and anxiety on his face, wondering if he would react with surprise, happiness, or disgust that now his face was on part of Chazz's body. His mind filtered out the cheering of the crowd and he ignored the announcers as he strained to catch any words that may escape Jimmy's lips.
Jimmy looked at it with what Chazz took to be an expression of disbelief, maybe joy, and maybe exasperation. He hoped it was the first two. Jimmy didn't answer right away and Chazz found himself distracted, staring at his blonde hair and thinking about just how fluffy and soft it looked, and how sexy that purple make-up was on his face. Finally: "You were drunk when you got it, weren't you?" It actually was less of a question, more of a statement.
"Yes, absolutely hammered," Chazz said with a nod as if it was the gosh darned truth, damn anyone who might argue with him!
It wasn't.
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"So that's all Crystal. Now we're sitting around in some hotel in Montreal, and he's out doing some sort of publicity...thing. Maybe posing for a magazine picture. I...geez, okay, yes I am interested in the country girl special." Chazz sighed and fiddled with his credit card as he sat on the edge of the bed, still trying to decide whether or not he wanted phone sex. He had come to the conclusion hours ago, after much hard, deliberate, tiring, thinking, that he did indeed have a totally gay man-crush on Jimmy. Well, okay, it was more of a girl-crush, because it made him blush and he kept picturing the cuddling for some reason. He had decided the best way to quickly test the theory of him liking Macelroy would be to call a phone-sex line. It was that or go out for a quickie, and while both were pretty damned unhealthy for his addiction, doing it over the phone was the lesser of two evils.
"Wow that accent is hot. Okay. Tell me what you're wearing and we'll see." He figured if by the end of her description he could picture it and was hard as a freakin iron pole, then he was in fact not gay and just having an incredible time of friendship and male bonding and was freaking out. "Boots? How far do they go up? Oh. That's hot." He tried to picture Crystal the phone-sex vixen in her boots. Jimmy popped up.
"SHIT! ...NO Crystal! ..Crystal I'm sorry. Listen, how big are your tits? D's? That's a bit of a mouthful." Jimmy didn't have any big melons that Chazz had to worry about cramming in his mouth and pleasuring every inch of. No he just had man-titties, lil man-raisins, easy to flick and laugh at...
"Crystal, this isn't going to work, all right? I'm sure you're next caller will have the barn door wide open and the horses ready to trot. Besides, I don't even know if this is my credit card." He hung up the phone and placed it on the nightstand, pushing it away. Well, there he had it. He was gay. So gay it burned. It REALLY burned...he swore and jumped, realizing he'd accidentally set the edge of the blanket on fire with his hands again. Oops. He had to get control of that...and he realized with a grimace, that was just another big sign pointing to "FLAMER!".
After another few minutes of agonizing over what he should do, Chazz finally got up and put on his shoes and fringed leather jacket. If he couldn't possibly masturbate the homo out...well technically he could TRY...then he would try to walk it off, like it was a cold or drunkeness or whatever. The cool night air nipped at his ears, his hands, and stung his eyes, and he nearly turned right back around and went inside. However he found after a few minutes of being a baby, he got used to it and it didn't feel so bad. The city of Montreal was lit up and it was quite inviting, so he might as well check it out while he had the chance away from skating and interviews and all that junk. Being a weekend night, most things were open. Chazz stopped by some stands and wandered by some small bars, none of which did he enter - he didn't really care about getting drunk at the moment.
He didn't know quite where he wanted to wander, and eventually he found himself at a park next to the river, some place with a giant screen for outdoor viewing. It was too cold and snowy for movies, but there were still people mulling about. There were couples, and teenagers running around on their way to the large arcade across the way. Chazz wasn't the type to "walk into a snowy field o'er by the river and mull over life and love and that poem about two roads diverging", but he decided to do something similar anyway. Mostly he just mulled over Jimmy. He could not get him off the brain. Walking Jimmy off was out. So he decided to watch the couples wander around. They weren't stopping to romantically make out in the moonlight or any shit like that, just going about their lives and chattering. It was so simple, so appealing. 'Maybe I just want something like that, and not Jimmy afterall', Chazz thought to himself. Yea! That had to be it. He'd changed over the last few weeks with his acceptance of Jimmy, maybe he just wanted a relationship and put his best and closest friend in that position accidentally. Yea! He grinned smugly at the snow. He had it figured out. He wasn't gay!
Chazz began to strut away, feeling immensely satisfied about his "discovery". Okay, so he just had to find a woman and keep her long term, no problem! He'd go girl watching on the great streets of Montreal. He'd find some French speaking chick and through amazing sexiness, he'd get her on one of those horse-drawn carriages and they'd go for a night ride. It would be MAGIC and then he and Jimmy would go have some tantric sex, leave them absolutely VIBRATING at the end of the night.....He paused. No. No Jimmy. Maybe it wasn't the night to look for romance while he was so confused.
Then two dudes walked by, hand in hand, looking like they were completely on Cloud 8. Or 9. Whatever. There was nothing fruity or weird about it, they looked like regular guys, and Chazz decided maybe it wasn't that bad. Maybe he and Jimmy could walk like that and they would be okay. Half of what was holding him back was the idea it might look stupid or...or gay. If only he could think of something drastic that would help him decide!
It was that moment that Chazz walked by a window advertising tattoos and piercings, blasting loud music. There were a few people in there surprisingly, even at night. Then again, maybe tjhey did their best business when people were drunk and unaware of what they were doing on weekend nights. A tattoo huh...Chazz did like collecting tattoos...and he had one for anyone that met anything to him. Well, anyone that he had slept with whom he particularly liked. He liked Jimmy..but enough to get a tattoo of him? He lingered outside and pulled out his wallet. If he still had it in there...during his moment of angst and decision making earlier, Chazz had decided he simply needed a picture or 6 of Jimmy to put in his wallet. He attacked the magazines they had and some of Jimmy's personal stuff..he would deny it later. As he opened his wallet, the first thing he did in fact see was a picture of Jimmy smiling, brilliantly, adorable, and he simply had to have that.
"Yo!" He walked in the small shop. "English!" It didn't occur to him that in Montreal quite a few people did indeed speak English. Canada did not completely equal French except in Chazz's mind. Several people turned, nondescript men, and one beckoned Chazz over.
"What's it going to be?" He spoke perfectly good English.
"This sex kitten right here. Yup!" Chazz held up the photo of Jimmy and started to pull his shirt off. "I want him on my shoulder, sorta by the lone wolf."
The man paused and took the picture in his hands. "So this photo here?"
"Yea. Only make him look like he's coming out of like...my SKIN. Oh hell yea." Chazz felt proud of his sudden, awesome idea.
"This your boyfriend?"
"I...no! I just...look just do it, okay? Just don't tell anyone Chazz Michael Michaels was here. Or tell them, but don't tell them what I got."
"Chazz wha?"
"..Do you watch figure skating?" Chazz folded his shirt in his lap.
"Oh pffft no way man."
"Oh. Nevermind...I'm the president of the United States."
"No you're not, that guy looks a little more like a monkey."
Chazz couldn't think of anymore fabulous lies to come up with after that, so he just decided to shut up. He grit his teeth and went into his usual happy place as the needles poked his skin, sending dull painful tingles through his body. After so many tattoos, he should be used to the feeling, but he wasn't.
After a long session and a couple hundred dollars, Chazz had a new, stinging symbol of his affections sitting on his shoulder. He felt good about it, glad he got it. He walked back to the hotel, wondering if he would regret it, but he just didn't. Even if..God forbid...Jimmy rejected him, he would still have the tattoo. Although, that wasn't exactly the same. Who could reject him, right?
When he got back, it was quite late and Jimmy was in bed. He looked up briefly from a thin book he was reading. "You were out late." He set it aside as if Chazz might want to talk.
"Yea? Well I'm back for good now."
"Good. I was a little worried, I mean I never walked out there alone, you know? ...What's wrong with your arm?"
Chazz's face had been heating up as Jimmy admitted he was worried about him, but any further feelings of happiness or anxiety were chased away by the next question. He had realized he was holding it so stiffly, or that he was looking at it and wincing. "Oh uh...it aches...labor of love, Jimmy, labor of love."
"Ew gross! Chazz don't tell me what you were off doing with yourself!" Jimmy snorted and picked the book back up.
Chazz didn't mean that of course...but he winked anyway. "On the contrary, I'm going to keep you pretty updated from now on. Enjoy your book." He laughed as Jimmy shuddered, and walked into the bathroom.
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Chazz took a deep breath and kept looking at Jimmy, maybe someday he would be able to tell him. "Welcome to the pack." Jimmy would probably never realize what he meant by that, even if he did bare his soul or something weird like that, sometime.
"Thanks," Jimmy said with a genuine smile that time, and Chazz suddenly knew - with that audience, the Van Waldenburgs, and everyone - it wasn't right, they had to go be alone.
"Let's get out of here." Chazz fixed his sleeve back, excitement and nervousness nagging at him.
"...Right now?"
"Yea."
I am actually pretty happy with this! ..Except for the title lol.
Title: How ConfusInk
Wordcount: 1955
Pairing: Chazz/Jimmy? Jimmy's not actually in it except for a few lines (NOT a wank fic lol)
Rating: PG
Summary: What DID lead Chazz to getting that Jimmy tattoo?
"That's you. The wolf...that runs with the lone wolf, so that the lone wolf...never has to be alone again. That's how much you mean to me bro." Chazz looked at Jimmy with a mixture of pride and anxiety on his face, wondering if he would react with surprise, happiness, or disgust that now his face was on part of Chazz's body. His mind filtered out the cheering of the crowd and he ignored the announcers as he strained to catch any words that may escape Jimmy's lips.
Jimmy looked at it with what Chazz took to be an expression of disbelief, maybe joy, and maybe exasperation. He hoped it was the first two. Jimmy didn't answer right away and Chazz found himself distracted, staring at his blonde hair and thinking about just how fluffy and soft it looked, and how sexy that purple make-up was on his face. Finally: "You were drunk when you got it, weren't you?" It actually was less of a question, more of a statement.
"Yes, absolutely hammered," Chazz said with a nod as if it was the gosh darned truth, damn anyone who might argue with him!
It wasn't.
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"So that's all Crystal. Now we're sitting around in some hotel in Montreal, and he's out doing some sort of publicity...thing. Maybe posing for a magazine picture. I...geez, okay, yes I am interested in the country girl special." Chazz sighed and fiddled with his credit card as he sat on the edge of the bed, still trying to decide whether or not he wanted phone sex. He had come to the conclusion hours ago, after much hard, deliberate, tiring, thinking, that he did indeed have a totally gay man-crush on Jimmy. Well, okay, it was more of a girl-crush, because it made him blush and he kept picturing the cuddling for some reason. He had decided the best way to quickly test the theory of him liking Macelroy would be to call a phone-sex line. It was that or go out for a quickie, and while both were pretty damned unhealthy for his addiction, doing it over the phone was the lesser of two evils.
"Wow that accent is hot. Okay. Tell me what you're wearing and we'll see." He figured if by the end of her description he could picture it and was hard as a freakin iron pole, then he was in fact not gay and just having an incredible time of friendship and male bonding and was freaking out. "Boots? How far do they go up? Oh. That's hot." He tried to picture Crystal the phone-sex vixen in her boots. Jimmy popped up.
"SHIT! ...NO Crystal! ..Crystal I'm sorry. Listen, how big are your tits? D's? That's a bit of a mouthful." Jimmy didn't have any big melons that Chazz had to worry about cramming in his mouth and pleasuring every inch of. No he just had man-titties, lil man-raisins, easy to flick and laugh at...
"Crystal, this isn't going to work, all right? I'm sure you're next caller will have the barn door wide open and the horses ready to trot. Besides, I don't even know if this is my credit card." He hung up the phone and placed it on the nightstand, pushing it away. Well, there he had it. He was gay. So gay it burned. It REALLY burned...he swore and jumped, realizing he'd accidentally set the edge of the blanket on fire with his hands again. Oops. He had to get control of that...and he realized with a grimace, that was just another big sign pointing to "FLAMER!".
After another few minutes of agonizing over what he should do, Chazz finally got up and put on his shoes and fringed leather jacket. If he couldn't possibly masturbate the homo out...well technically he could TRY...then he would try to walk it off, like it was a cold or drunkeness or whatever. The cool night air nipped at his ears, his hands, and stung his eyes, and he nearly turned right back around and went inside. However he found after a few minutes of being a baby, he got used to it and it didn't feel so bad. The city of Montreal was lit up and it was quite inviting, so he might as well check it out while he had the chance away from skating and interviews and all that junk. Being a weekend night, most things were open. Chazz stopped by some stands and wandered by some small bars, none of which did he enter - he didn't really care about getting drunk at the moment.
He didn't know quite where he wanted to wander, and eventually he found himself at a park next to the river, some place with a giant screen for outdoor viewing. It was too cold and snowy for movies, but there were still people mulling about. There were couples, and teenagers running around on their way to the large arcade across the way. Chazz wasn't the type to "walk into a snowy field o'er by the river and mull over life and love and that poem about two roads diverging", but he decided to do something similar anyway. Mostly he just mulled over Jimmy. He could not get him off the brain. Walking Jimmy off was out. So he decided to watch the couples wander around. They weren't stopping to romantically make out in the moonlight or any shit like that, just going about their lives and chattering. It was so simple, so appealing. 'Maybe I just want something like that, and not Jimmy afterall', Chazz thought to himself. Yea! That had to be it. He'd changed over the last few weeks with his acceptance of Jimmy, maybe he just wanted a relationship and put his best and closest friend in that position accidentally. Yea! He grinned smugly at the snow. He had it figured out. He wasn't gay!
Chazz began to strut away, feeling immensely satisfied about his "discovery". Okay, so he just had to find a woman and keep her long term, no problem! He'd go girl watching on the great streets of Montreal. He'd find some French speaking chick and through amazing sexiness, he'd get her on one of those horse-drawn carriages and they'd go for a night ride. It would be MAGIC and then he and Jimmy would go have some tantric sex, leave them absolutely VIBRATING at the end of the night.....He paused. No. No Jimmy. Maybe it wasn't the night to look for romance while he was so confused.
Then two dudes walked by, hand in hand, looking like they were completely on Cloud 8. Or 9. Whatever. There was nothing fruity or weird about it, they looked like regular guys, and Chazz decided maybe it wasn't that bad. Maybe he and Jimmy could walk like that and they would be okay. Half of what was holding him back was the idea it might look stupid or...or gay. If only he could think of something drastic that would help him decide!
It was that moment that Chazz walked by a window advertising tattoos and piercings, blasting loud music. There were a few people in there surprisingly, even at night. Then again, maybe tjhey did their best business when people were drunk and unaware of what they were doing on weekend nights. A tattoo huh...Chazz did like collecting tattoos...and he had one for anyone that met anything to him. Well, anyone that he had slept with whom he particularly liked. He liked Jimmy..but enough to get a tattoo of him? He lingered outside and pulled out his wallet. If he still had it in there...during his moment of angst and decision making earlier, Chazz had decided he simply needed a picture or 6 of Jimmy to put in his wallet. He attacked the magazines they had and some of Jimmy's personal stuff..he would deny it later. As he opened his wallet, the first thing he did in fact see was a picture of Jimmy smiling, brilliantly, adorable, and he simply had to have that.
"Yo!" He walked in the small shop. "English!" It didn't occur to him that in Montreal quite a few people did indeed speak English. Canada did not completely equal French except in Chazz's mind. Several people turned, nondescript men, and one beckoned Chazz over.
"What's it going to be?" He spoke perfectly good English.
"This sex kitten right here. Yup!" Chazz held up the photo of Jimmy and started to pull his shirt off. "I want him on my shoulder, sorta by the lone wolf."
The man paused and took the picture in his hands. "So this photo here?"
"Yea. Only make him look like he's coming out of like...my SKIN. Oh hell yea." Chazz felt proud of his sudden, awesome idea.
"This your boyfriend?"
"I...no! I just...look just do it, okay? Just don't tell anyone Chazz Michael Michaels was here. Or tell them, but don't tell them what I got."
"Chazz wha?"
"..Do you watch figure skating?" Chazz folded his shirt in his lap.
"Oh pffft no way man."
"Oh. Nevermind...I'm the president of the United States."
"No you're not, that guy looks a little more like a monkey."
Chazz couldn't think of anymore fabulous lies to come up with after that, so he just decided to shut up. He grit his teeth and went into his usual happy place as the needles poked his skin, sending dull painful tingles through his body. After so many tattoos, he should be used to the feeling, but he wasn't.
After a long session and a couple hundred dollars, Chazz had a new, stinging symbol of his affections sitting on his shoulder. He felt good about it, glad he got it. He walked back to the hotel, wondering if he would regret it, but he just didn't. Even if..God forbid...Jimmy rejected him, he would still have the tattoo. Although, that wasn't exactly the same. Who could reject him, right?
When he got back, it was quite late and Jimmy was in bed. He looked up briefly from a thin book he was reading. "You were out late." He set it aside as if Chazz might want to talk.
"Yea? Well I'm back for good now."
"Good. I was a little worried, I mean I never walked out there alone, you know? ...What's wrong with your arm?"
Chazz's face had been heating up as Jimmy admitted he was worried about him, but any further feelings of happiness or anxiety were chased away by the next question. He had realized he was holding it so stiffly, or that he was looking at it and wincing. "Oh uh...it aches...labor of love, Jimmy, labor of love."
"Ew gross! Chazz don't tell me what you were off doing with yourself!" Jimmy snorted and picked the book back up.
Chazz didn't mean that of course...but he winked anyway. "On the contrary, I'm going to keep you pretty updated from now on. Enjoy your book." He laughed as Jimmy shuddered, and walked into the bathroom.
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Chazz took a deep breath and kept looking at Jimmy, maybe someday he would be able to tell him. "Welcome to the pack." Jimmy would probably never realize what he meant by that, even if he did bare his soul or something weird like that, sometime.
"Thanks," Jimmy said with a genuine smile that time, and Chazz suddenly knew - with that audience, the Van Waldenburgs, and everyone - it wasn't right, they had to go be alone.
"Let's get out of here." Chazz fixed his sleeve back, excitement and nervousness nagging at him.
"...Right now?"
"Yea."