2010 - new year, new country, new fic
So in seven and a half hours I'll be on a plane to the UK. I will actually be in the sky at midnight, well more than one midnight with the change of timezones. I'm just stupidly positive about this relocation and looking forward to some adventure.
I don't make new years resolutions, but if I did this year's will be to travel, to write and to learn to play a musical instrument. I'll definitely be working toward those goals this year, not because of a resolution - but because I WANT to.
I know I haven't posted any fresh fic in a while, so here is a little sort-of meme. 5 grabs from 5 unpublished fics/fics-in-progress that will be finished in the new year.
1. "We can just drink it straight." Gerard suggests, his comment directed at Frank's ass which is the only part of him that's visible. The rest of Frank has vanished deep into a corner cupboard as he continues his search for mixers. Gerard's snickering at the way Frank's ass wiggles as he searches, he's bent over so far his underwear's visible above the waist of his jeans, as well as an expanse of skin on his lower back. It takes Gerard a moment to realise he's stopped appreciating the humour in the view and is now just appreciating the view.
2. Pete pushes the door open to reveal a figure knelt on the floor in front of the bed, head on his knees, palms flat on the carpet, completely still. Right where Pete left him. He's so good at this he doesn't even look up though he can no doubt hear them, feel the weight of Patrick's eyes on him.
3. Gerard is watching the scene, the very fucking hot blow job scene that he played back and jerked off to several times yesterday, and wondering if maybe watching searingly hot porn in the presence of his bandmates is perhaps is not the smartest thing he's ever done. Because now he's sitting in a room with four of his closest friends, with a very insistent hard-on.
4.At first Gerard actually had some CD's he'd needed to buy. Then there were a few back catalogue items from favorite bands that he probably wouldn't have bought if it wasn't going to give him a reason to cross Frank's path, but whatever, it's not like he won't listen to them. Maybe it was slightly stalkerish of him to buy the Bouncing Souls without hearing them first just because Frank once wore one of their t-shirts. But buying a second copy of The Misfits American Psycho just in case his current copy gets scratched or lost is starting to push the boundaries of what even Gerard can justify as normal and reasonable behavior.
5. A wave of nausea rises in Frank. He tears his eyes from the fresh corpse to rest on the gunman, who's now facing toward him, lowering his newly fired gun. He doesn't look old enough to own a gun let alone handle one with such familiarity. Pale round face, smudged eyes, delicate features. But there's a sneer about his face that's dangerous. Frightening. Even more than the gun in his hand.
Hope there's something there that looks interesting. Please post your own! And happy new year!
I don't make new years resolutions, but if I did this year's will be to travel, to write and to learn to play a musical instrument. I'll definitely be working toward those goals this year, not because of a resolution - but because I WANT to.
I know I haven't posted any fresh fic in a while, so here is a little sort-of meme. 5 grabs from 5 unpublished fics/fics-in-progress that will be finished in the new year.
1. "We can just drink it straight." Gerard suggests, his comment directed at Frank's ass which is the only part of him that's visible. The rest of Frank has vanished deep into a corner cupboard as he continues his search for mixers. Gerard's snickering at the way Frank's ass wiggles as he searches, he's bent over so far his underwear's visible above the waist of his jeans, as well as an expanse of skin on his lower back. It takes Gerard a moment to realise he's stopped appreciating the humour in the view and is now just appreciating the view.
2. Pete pushes the door open to reveal a figure knelt on the floor in front of the bed, head on his knees, palms flat on the carpet, completely still. Right where Pete left him. He's so good at this he doesn't even look up though he can no doubt hear them, feel the weight of Patrick's eyes on him.
3. Gerard is watching the scene, the very fucking hot blow job scene that he played back and jerked off to several times yesterday, and wondering if maybe watching searingly hot porn in the presence of his bandmates is perhaps is not the smartest thing he's ever done. Because now he's sitting in a room with four of his closest friends, with a very insistent hard-on.
4.At first Gerard actually had some CD's he'd needed to buy. Then there were a few back catalogue items from favorite bands that he probably wouldn't have bought if it wasn't going to give him a reason to cross Frank's path, but whatever, it's not like he won't listen to them. Maybe it was slightly stalkerish of him to buy the Bouncing Souls without hearing them first just because Frank once wore one of their t-shirts. But buying a second copy of The Misfits American Psycho just in case his current copy gets scratched or lost is starting to push the boundaries of what even Gerard can justify as normal and reasonable behavior.
5. A wave of nausea rises in Frank. He tears his eyes from the fresh corpse to rest on the gunman, who's now facing toward him, lowering his newly fired gun. He doesn't look old enough to own a gun let alone handle one with such familiarity. Pale round face, smudged eyes, delicate features. But there's a sneer about his face that's dangerous. Frightening. Even more than the gun in his hand.
Hope there's something there that looks interesting. Please post your own! And happy new year!