I'm real

[imshady2]

I'm new to the whole journal thing, even though I have had this LJ for a while.  My very best friend Carmen ( Ceares) set it up for me, because she knows I technologically challenged.  She knows I need all the help I can get.  She likes me, so she helps

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[ceares]

just in case it didn't come through on the private message.

[imshady2]

Damn! This is very hot. It's already my wallpaper. You're one of the people I care about too. Sad to say, but I don't think I can think of six people.

[ceares]

glad you liked it. The really sad thing is, I'm happy mine is so low.

Also, here's a teaser from your Nip/Tuck fic, coming someday soon. Really.

One: Langston Sunday

"Tell us what you don't like about yourself."

The guy sitting across from them was tall, muscular, young and gorgeous--he was also very, very famous. He was the star of one of the most lucrative movie franchises in history and a tabloid darling for his exploits on and off the screen. He was also rumored to have some pretty shady friends. Something supported by the presence of the large, black clad body guard sitting discreetly back against the wall, and just as discreetly packing.

He opened up his shirt to reveal a huge tattoo across his left pec. Black ink covered cocoa skin in a swirl of letters spelling out 'money and power' over a fisted hand, clasping a gun. "I want this removed."

Christian glanced at it, making a quick judgement. "Well, we could peel it off, do a skin graft to replace the area, but it's pretty large."

Sean nodded. "Frankly, you'd be better off with laser removal. It takes longer, but it won't scar."

"Fine, whatever you guys decided."

"We don't actually do that here, but we can direct you to some very good doctors who do.

Langston shook his head. "Nah, I want you guys."

"We appreciate that Mr. Sunday but..."

"Call me Stone." He leaned forward, buttoning up his shirt again. "Look, you guys have a good rep in this town. You had a good rep in Florida too. Friends of friends have recommended you as good, quick, and discreet."

Shit! Not again was the first thing that popped into Christian's head and he could tell by Sean's expression he was thinking the same thing. He took a deep breath. "I don't think we can help you Mr. Langston."

He stared at them both a moment then gave the loud booming laugh he was famous for. "Hey, it ain't like that, okay, guys? I was young and stupid when I got this. Now I got the real thing, you know? And I'm tired of having to spend an extra hour in make up for this shit to be covered over every day." He shook his head. "I promise you, I got nothing but love for you guys."

NNNNNNNNNN

"Nothing but love huh? What the fuck Stone?" Christian threaded the needle through the flesh on Langston's shoulder, making small, perfect stitches. Loud music and laughter came muffled through the closed door of the bedroom.

"Sorry, but you know if I went to a hospital, fucking TMZ and shit would be there before they finished bandaging me up ."

Christian rolled his eyes and snipped the thread. He slapped a bandage on, and reached into his bag. "Here, take these, they should keep you from getting an infection and hope whatever you got cut with doesn't give you lockjaw."

He turned to go, and Langston reached out, grabbing his arm. "Hey, C man, why don't you hang for a while? This shit's gonna be going all night and we got plenty of everything, and if we ain't got it, I'll send out for it." Brown eyes met his with a mischievous twinkle, full lips split into a grin and the hand never left his arm.

Christian wished he could say that common sense took over for once in his life, but no such luck, which was how he found himself a couple of hours later, completely wacked out of his head on some shit he couldn't even remember the name off, with his cock buried in Stone's throat.