real-person slash, but not the celebrity kind
I just had to get rid of the “busy with grad school” message, since I’m now free for the summer. I’m still working on my House-and-Wilson-at-university fic. It’s a long one - 14 pages, and I’m still not quite finished. It also needs more editing. It does have a plot of sorts. I have put many hours into this one, so I hope it’s worth it. If nothing else, it does include six or seven sex scenes, so that should provide some redeeming value ;)
After I finish that, I may write my Wilson-gives-House-a-massage fic, or maybe try my hand at a Jack/Ianto fic. They’re such a lovely couple, both of them being so gorgeous and all. Also, they can both act, so when they kiss each other onscreen, it’s, ah, pretty convincing.
On a different topic, lately I’ve been a bit bothered by real-person slash, and by ‘bothered,’ I mean ‘hot-and-‘ and by ‘real-person slash,’ I mean, not the celebrity kind.
I’ve never been too keen on RPS about celebrities, as it seems creepy and stalker-ish. Not to say that some of it isn’t hot, because there are good writers in every genre, but it’s not my cup of tea and I usually avoid it. But now I’m faced with two hot guys in my office who are carrying on like they’re madly in love with each other. Not only do they take lunch together every day, they also go out for numerous Starbucks runs together. I mean, I’ve seen them going to the bathroom together. But all of that wouldn’t be enough to put the naughty thoughts in my mind. It’s the way they look at each other - so flirtatious. I mean, they flirt with each other and it’s quite obvious to everyone. One of them is kinda metrosexual (he showed me a picture of his torso that he keeps on his PDA, to show how ripped he is. Just the torso, no head. I wonder why he doesn’t just unbutton his shirt if he wants to show others that the gym is working.) The other wears glasses and is quiet and bookish. I think they’re both adorable but together, even better. They are the subject of much gossip, not because they may be gay or bisexual, as we’ve had plenty of gay employees and it’s not a big shocker. It’s because of the office affair, and the fact that the metrosexual one had a girlfriend until he met the quiet one, who is married and the rumour is that he ‘stole’ the metrosexual from his girlfriend. So there’s this whole forbidden fruit aspect of it - because you’re not supposed to date your coworkers, and of course, dating a married man is usually frowned upon (though we don’t know the status of their marriage, maybe the wife is fine with all of this, or maybe she’s a beard.)
So, try as I might to avoid thinking about the two of them together, I sometimes do anyway, especially if I’ve been down there to meet with them on work-related stuff and I see the flirtation first-hand. I love the way the metrosexual looks at the quiet one - his eyes sparkle, and it’s touching, really, even if they are just friends, to see one person look at another with such affection. The quiet one looks back rather smugly, as if he knows that he’s got the other wrapped around his finger. Sometimes I think about the quiet one ordering the other to go down on him, bossing him around sexually, and generally acting out of character when they are behind closed doors. Then I feel vaguely guilty, because these are real people - they are men that I like and respect, and I don’t even know for sure if they are a gay couple, I just want them to be, because it’s hot. They’re both sexy, sharp dressers, and I like to think of them removing each others’ ties, unbuttoning their crisp white shirts, and kissing passionately while half-dressed. I keep hoping I’ll catch them going at it in a supply closet or something.
I try to keep it in check, but work’s often boring, and daydreams are free. It almost seems worse than celebrity RPS, because with celebrities, at least you don’t know the subjects and presumably feel less guilty about using them for your own private sexual fantasies. So, if I have any friends left after my long hiatus, what’s your take on real-person slash that’s not the celebrity kind?