quicker than you can say holy shit. travis/beckett. r.

Aug 26, 2006 18:09

I keep trying to think of a way to preface this, except I don't really have anything to say. So, hey, forget that part. Let's just get to it.

Quicker Than You Can Say Holy Shit
by Charli J. Travis/William. 3,131 words. Title from Charles Bukowski.

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treckett, fic

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thegoldsky August 27 2006, 01:39:05 UTC
WHY DO YOU POST THIS RIGHT BEFORE I'M ABOUT TO LEAVE MY APARTMENT?

You will be the death of me yet, girl. Expect feedback around 4:00am EST, because you better believe this is the first thing I do when I get home tonight.

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gigantic August 27 2006, 04:13:23 UTC
MAYBE I JUST LIKE TO PUSH YOUR BUTTONS.

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thegoldsky August 27 2006, 08:30:14 UTC
I will give you proper feedback with excerpts and the like, but right now I'm still coming down from my jello-shot drunk and I kinda feel a little bit like the Schlep himself. And, okay, more than a little horny, and you get some of the credit for that (vodka gets the rest).

I love the fact that most people's feedback to this fic includes praise for how well you write being stoned. YOU WIN AT BEING A STONER, CEEJ.

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gigantic August 27 2006, 14:54:07 UTC
I'm not gonna lie to you, all the stoner commentary is beginning to give me a complex. I'm just waiting for someone to flat out say, "HAHA I KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE IN YOUR SPARE TIME." Sigh.

Also, any vodka/horny parts in this were totally shoutouts to you and yours. Because, you know, I heart you a lot.

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thegoldsky August 28 2006, 08:47:11 UTC
And now, before I pass the fuck OUT for the night:

He definitely wanted to use the word arachnid, though. Travis + biology = me exploding.

Travis generally thought he understood people better the nearer they got to him, anyway.

It had him rubbing up against everybody just to fucking feel how soft their hair was, YOU MEAN LIKE I WANT TO DO TO HIS FRO?

but some good chronic heightened his senses enough to have slow touches send chills up his spine the same way vodka made him horny. Oh, you!

Typical Travis, stoned and playful; typical Bill, always being carried away by someone. It's funny because it is TRUE.

The bigger question -- no, for real, check it out -- is can spiders be arachnophobic? Oh GOD. Is Travis channeling Pete? That's something Pete would say.

"I just want to stick my hands down your pants. It shouldn't be this hard." Sometimes it just IS, man!

...I'm not going to touch the sex because then I'd just be quoting the whole thing at you. And, like, you already know what it SAYS, so.

To Travis, he promised, "Next time ( ... )

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gigantic August 29 2006, 02:39:45 UTC
Puh-lease. The uber-hotness of your fic trumps mine any day of the week. Behind the speaker stacks! In view of the band! That's so genius I can't even. Like. Just. Guh.

Also, sex and science! It's a whole thing.

Pee ess: If the fro is not in full effect when we see them, I will pout.

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thegoldsky August 29 2006, 03:25:52 UTC
Dude, for real. When I saw him at Warped, he wore a hat, so he OWES me some fucking fro time.

PS? See my latest post, then email me.

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