y'a des jours où elle est forte, y'en a d'autres où elle doute
Dear Kate! (And Kalan! ...dear Katalan!)
Okay, so. I was looking through my archives to see what I said last year on this occasion. And last year I was angsty and played "Samson" for the first time and watched Heavenly Creatures and Finding Neverland and I'd never even met you. It doesn't feel like it's been a year since that day; I remember it ( Read more... )
Okay, so. I was looking through my archives to see what I said last year on this occasion. And last year I was angsty and played "Samson" for the first time and watched Heavenly Creatures and Finding Neverland and I'd never even met you. It doesn't feel like it's been a year since that day; I remember it ( Read more... )
If this is good, you will get cookies. :D (Which, pffft, I'm totally sure it is). OOOOKAY. *reads*
Kalan is very drunk
Judging by the pictures I've seen, Kalan is one of my favourite drunks. <3
and anyway there are no exit signs in most houses he’s been in.
Tee hee! :D
He tries to remember if there was a couch or any sort of place conducive to proper making out, but now he’s got a wall at his back and his jacket is somewhere on the floor.
Mmmmm, that mental image.
Which is probably why he doesn’t notice eyes on them until he hears the words the tie stays on and flattens himself further against the wall because he knows that voice.
YOU JUST GAVE ME SHIVERS, LADY. Unsuspecting!Jalan is one of my favourites ever.
he feels a different set of hands on him and smells that familiar aftershave-and-cigarettes that he opens his eyes to green ones that pull him forward by the tie and say hey, Angel and smile and kiss him except it’s not the eyes that kiss, it is the lips and he remembers how cold the lipring feels at first but doesn’t.
I have just copied and pasted that whole thing because holyfuck that's incredible and I love Jalan and abuh. Also, Jake calling him "Angel" pretty much makes my god damn year.
shoving his hands above his head, pinned to the wall.
Brain? Meet wall.
Tie stays on, the voice growls again; the rest can come off.
PANTS? MEET FLOOR.
the fucking green eyes that keep him up all night sometimes remembering.
You and me both, Kalan baby.
it could have just as easily been Derek Jordan or someone and why the hell is he thinking about Sass’ husband
L.M.F.A.O. ANY FIC IS MADE 1000000 TIMES BETTER WHEN MR SASS IS MENTIONED.
Jacob mutters god, Porter and allows him a taste of dominance
Ohhhhhh myyyyyyy goddddddd. ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME, WOMAN?!
they’re for you, Angel is whispered
YEEEEEP I'M PRETTY MUCH DEAD. HOW! DO! YOU! DO! THIS!
He wonders why there are no hands on him because damnit he needs some attention
HEE HEE. Selfish and dominant Kalan, I will put my hands on you ANY TIME. *wink!*
as those green eyes look steadily into his own
THAT MENTAL IMAGE. FDJLASFLKJDSLGJSDG.
He’s okay because he’s not alone this time.
And that for some reason makes me want to cry.
a hand on his hip stops Kalan; a chaste lingering kiss on the mouth even more so
And that right there shows that it's not just some fuck, it's god damn LOVE and that is a gorgeous little detail that you added.
“Tie fetish?” he asks instead, raising an eyebrow.
“Tie fetish,” confirms Jacob. “Happy birthday, kiddo.”
MMMMMM. I think most of us have a tie fetish where Kalan Porter is concerned. Or I do, anyway.
“So, uh... can I have your autograph?” says Jordan out of nowhere
HEE HEE!
CAITS. CAITS CAITS CAITS. YOU WIN AT A LOT OF THINGS, INCLUDING JALAN AND TIE PORN AND LIFE. This was a glorious thing to find at 2 am on a Sunday night. I realize that this is Kate's fic, but OH WELL I got to it first. :P
*showers you with all the cookies you could ever want*
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