two stories...shorties and something else (dont' know what to call it)
Title: Just A Kiss
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Pairing: guess
Author: dbi
Summary: That little kiss between Paul and Benji wasn’t as innocent as it seemed.
Notes: This is the shortest thing I’ve ever written, ever will write, and hope it to be the last (I miss my chappy fics -v- ) I wrote this the night of the VMAs even though I missed the whole kissing scene…I read what some people wrote and at mtv.com and this is what popped into my nonexistent little brain. written yesterday.
Just A Kiss
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?”
“It was just…I was just joking! It didn’t mean anything, I swear!”
“BULLSHIT! What was with you telling him to be quiet then, HUH? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT THEN?!!”
“We were just joking cause Madonna and Christina and Brit…”
“Know what? FUCK your excuses! Fuck them RIGHT UP THE ASS like I did you. I don’t care.”
“But Tony!! It was just a kiss! On the fucking cheek! How the fuck do you get mad over that?”
“Easily. Because I know you and him had something before me. Because you broke up with him for me. Because you said you still FUCKING CARED ABOUT HIM, but you wouldn’t let that come between US. Because you did let that come between us. BECAUSE YOU FUCKING CHEATED ON ME WITH HIM!! TWICE!! Twice. Because I know you better than that. Because you still love him, no matter how much you love me. You will always love him. But guess what. It don’t matter. I told you, last chance. You blew it good, just like you blew me.”
Tony turns and walks away, throwing over his shoulder, “I just hope he doesn’t do to you what he did to Billy. For your sake, I really hope he doesn’t.”
“But Tony, I don’t love Benji.” Paul whispers to himself, tear-streaked face, as the green-haired man walks out of his life.
~End
The stuff in bold is (obviously) yelling. I needed a way to show inflection without saying he was yelling at someone (was trying for just a dialogue piece with only the end having action).
The two twice’s done like that on purpose. The first one is (again, obviously) yelled and the second one is more of him muttering it to himself, like kinda just realizing it himself. I know it sucked…but hey, I needed to write it.
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Title: Love
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Pairing: guess
Author: dbi
Summary: its not what it seems
Notes: there is a term for how i wrote this...can't remember it though. i wrote this a few days ago, sitting in the car with my aunt. i was worried about her seeing it before i was done...i didn't want her to think i wrote something explicit (which is funny cause the boys are gay)
Love
I wanna say “Come here you sexy man-beast.”
But you don’t’.
You sit there.
Cold.
So very cold.
Dripping sweat
As the heat attacks you.
I wanna taste you.
Like I have before.
To feel your sweet nectar spilling over my tongue.
To swallow you so you can become a permanent part of me once again.
Almost quenching.
Almost refreshing.
Almost, but not quite.
I want more.
I need more.
But I have to wait until there’s more to give.
I’ll wait as long as I have to
For the sweet taste of you…Black Cherry Root Beer.
The taller man raises his eyebrow starring at the shorter man curiously.
"Dude, stop molesting the fucking drink with your eyes. I'm getting jealous here."
The shorter man looks up at him. "I can't help it, I love this stuff," he says as he stares seductively at the brown bottle of his desires.
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Title: Impossible
Author: dbi
Summary: nothing's impossible, except this
Notes: i was daydreaming and i pictured a band on stage. it was, unbeknownst to all but one, their last performance. the signer/bassist(cause i love bassists and he had to sing cause he needed a mic to speak) had his farewell speech ready. but now that i look at it again, it could be the end to a couple (twincest). i wrote this after reading an mpreg story (go figure) and trying to figure out how a guy could push and where the fuck it would come out of, even in a fic(although i loved the story muchly)! wrote this around 9:32 pm tonight
Impossible
It hurts
It hurts so much
And it just keeps coming
And coming
And coming
And it doesn’t stop
It won’t stop
It can’t stop
It’s impossible for it to stop
Just like it’s impossible for day not to become night
For life not to die
For everything good, beautiful, and wonderful not to become bad, ugly, and despicable
Just like it’s impossible for innocence not to become jaded
Because kind, good-hearted men become selfish, hatful beasts
Because nurturing, caring women become hateful, spiteful whores
Because all life is, all it can ever really and truly offer, is death
And it hurts
It hurts so much
Cause all it should be
Is life
But it won’t be
It can’t be
It’s just too impossible
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Pairing: guess
Author: dbi
Summary: That little kiss between Paul and Benji wasn’t as innocent as it seemed.
Notes: This is the shortest thing I’ve ever written, ever will write, and hope it to be the last (I miss my chappy fics -v- ) I wrote this the night of the VMAs even though I missed the whole kissing scene…I read what some people wrote and at mtv.com and this is what popped into my nonexistent little brain. written yesterday.
Just A Kiss
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?”
“It was just…I was just joking! It didn’t mean anything, I swear!”
“BULLSHIT! What was with you telling him to be quiet then, HUH? WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT THEN?!!”
“We were just joking cause Madonna and Christina and Brit…”
“Know what? FUCK your excuses! Fuck them RIGHT UP THE ASS like I did you. I don’t care.”
“But Tony!! It was just a kiss! On the fucking cheek! How the fuck do you get mad over that?”
“Easily. Because I know you and him had something before me. Because you broke up with him for me. Because you said you still FUCKING CARED ABOUT HIM, but you wouldn’t let that come between US. Because you did let that come between us. BECAUSE YOU FUCKING CHEATED ON ME WITH HIM!! TWICE!! Twice. Because I know you better than that. Because you still love him, no matter how much you love me. You will always love him. But guess what. It don’t matter. I told you, last chance. You blew it good, just like you blew me.”
Tony turns and walks away, throwing over his shoulder, “I just hope he doesn’t do to you what he did to Billy. For your sake, I really hope he doesn’t.”
“But Tony, I don’t love Benji.” Paul whispers to himself, tear-streaked face, as the green-haired man walks out of his life.
~End
The stuff in bold is (obviously) yelling. I needed a way to show inflection without saying he was yelling at someone (was trying for just a dialogue piece with only the end having action).
The two twice’s done like that on purpose. The first one is (again, obviously) yelled and the second one is more of him muttering it to himself, like kinda just realizing it himself. I know it sucked…but hey, I needed to write it.
---*~~@~~*---
Title: Love
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Pairing: guess
Author: dbi
Summary: its not what it seems
Notes: there is a term for how i wrote this...can't remember it though. i wrote this a few days ago, sitting in the car with my aunt. i was worried about her seeing it before i was done...i didn't want her to think i wrote something explicit (which is funny cause the boys are gay)
Love
I wanna say “Come here you sexy man-beast.”
But you don’t’.
You sit there.
Cold.
So very cold.
Dripping sweat
As the heat attacks you.
I wanna taste you.
Like I have before.
To feel your sweet nectar spilling over my tongue.
To swallow you so you can become a permanent part of me once again.
Almost quenching.
Almost refreshing.
Almost, but not quite.
I want more.
I need more.
But I have to wait until there’s more to give.
I’ll wait as long as I have to
For the sweet taste of you…Black Cherry Root Beer.
The taller man raises his eyebrow starring at the shorter man curiously.
"Dude, stop molesting the fucking drink with your eyes. I'm getting jealous here."
The shorter man looks up at him. "I can't help it, I love this stuff," he says as he stares seductively at the brown bottle of his desires.
---*~~@~~*---
Title: Impossible
Author: dbi
Summary: nothing's impossible, except this
Notes: i was daydreaming and i pictured a band on stage. it was, unbeknownst to all but one, their last performance. the signer/bassist(cause i love bassists and he had to sing cause he needed a mic to speak) had his farewell speech ready. but now that i look at it again, it could be the end to a couple (twincest). i wrote this after reading an mpreg story (go figure) and trying to figure out how a guy could push and where the fuck it would come out of, even in a fic(although i loved the story muchly)! wrote this around 9:32 pm tonight
Impossible
It hurts
It hurts so much
And it just keeps coming
And coming
And coming
And it doesn’t stop
It won’t stop
It can’t stop
It’s impossible for it to stop
Just like it’s impossible for day not to become night
For life not to die
For everything good, beautiful, and wonderful not to become bad, ugly, and despicable
Just like it’s impossible for innocence not to become jaded
Because kind, good-hearted men become selfish, hatful beasts
Because nurturing, caring women become hateful, spiteful whores
Because all life is, all it can ever really and truly offer, is death
And it hurts
It hurts so much
Cause all it should be
Is life
But it won’t be
It can’t be
It’s just too impossible