things I am pondering, in list form. Now with a clip from Interview #6
1. How can Timothy Hutton and Christian Kane as their characters on Leverage make me want to do dirty dirty things to them, and more importantly, watch them do them to each other. I know it's only been on for two episodes but someone has to have started a leverage community. I need to find it. Or I need to encourage others to write for it. Or I need to sneak into poisontaster's AKB community and write chris kane + tim hutton (who apparently has been seized but i don't know more and need to research it) when slaves fall in love fic.
2. Someone on my friends list wrote some van/jake S&M club fic. It wasn't done, but it was started. And I. Can't. Find. It. Fess up, flist. Which one of you was it? j525, i kinda think it was you. Am I wrong? Where did it go.
3. While driving to face a strange moment in the history of my real life, I was listening to Cry Cry Cry and heard The Kid followed by The Ballad of Mary Magdalen. I was so caught up in the emotions of those two songs side by side, and all of a sudden I had this idea for a new story. Great Depression era traveling circus + selkie or merman + runaway gay boy. Do others of you do this? Do you hear a song and have it just hit you in the gut with the emotion of it?
4. Research stuff and things. I need to find some books on The Great Depression and more on traveling circuses. I need to think in sepia tones and cirque du soleil before cirque du soleil existed. I can see the world forming in the edge of my mind, but it isn't there yet. Recommendations for links/books/etc that you think I should know are appreciated.
5. I'm looking for music with circus references. I have The Kid by Cry Cry Cry. I have Monkey in the Middle (or whatever it is) by Suzanne Vega. I have Damn Everything But The Circus by The Story. What else do I need? Ask your friends, ask your neighbors. The more songs the merrier.
6. I realized that this past friday was my Fanniversary. I posted my first ever fanfic on 12/12/07. Merepersiflage is a foul temptress and I have been captivated ever since. Thank you. I wanted to celebrate all things fic in my life by posting a companion piece to the first one. I might still do that. But it will be late. In the mean time, I am celebrating by taking pencil to paper and starting part 6 of the interview. It's hurting my soul a little bit to see my poor rentboy noah so fucked up, but that's nothing next to how hurt luke is currently. Those boys. There will be some of this posted later tonight for anyone interested.
7. I joined a community which, if I participate, would have me writing j2. Technically, I suppose, what I submitted to Samhain could be classified as j2 AU, but not really. I'm not sure of what I think of dipping my toes into those waters. It's seriously intimidating. But it's also Disney movies done j2 style. And some of my favorites are wanting to do it. I have until Jan 4th to decide. There's time.
8. Speaking of Samhain ... It is the 14th. I have ten days in which to hear something from them. Ten. More. Days. Ack.
He threaded his fingers into Noah's hair, yanked his head back. "Say it," he hissed. The hand not scalping him smacked his ass. "Say. It."
"The best. God. The best. Please, Sir. Please."
"Please, what?" Another searing blow landed on him, lower, almost on his thigh.
"Want you to fuck me, Sir. Show me what a real man feels like. Punish me. Teach me. Please, Sir."
"Good boy." The fingers slid from his curls, shoved his head lower, forced his shoulders and elbows to lock. "Don't move." He spanked him again. "You're so ready for me. You needed to be punished." Another hand print added to the countless others. Teeth raked his spine. "But you can have your reward now."
Muscle stretched and burned around the forceful intrusion of the cock impaling him. Noah bit back a scream, tried to adjust it to what might be a begging whimper. The plug he'd worn to prep for the scene aided, but in no way absolved him of the pain. At least Mark always came quickly. Noah adjusted his knees, rocked his hips back, squeezed. "Thank you, Sir. You're too good to me. To kind."
"Damn right, Boy." He shoved forward, buried himself balls deep. "Don't forget it."
***
John's hand stroked Noah's cheek. "You're so beautiful like this. So beautiful all full of me. Taking me all in." He fucked forward, slow and deliberate. "The way you get on your knees. The way you swallow me down." He slipped his finger into Noah's mouth aside his dick. "You only do this for me, Baby. Only what what I can you give, right?"
Noah nodded, teased John's finger with his tongue stud before swallowing tight over the strawberry latex clad cock. He opened his eyelids as wide as he could. A lesson learned at the backhand of his father. Wide eyes didn't show tears, and, he could stare past the Colonel without him knowing. Noah cupped John's balls, stroked them. His jaw ached. Think of the money. Five hundred dollars. For five hundred, he could fake romance. For five hundred, he could do damn near anything. Noah coughed as John surged forward. Tears come, unbidden, but he attributed it to the thrust of cock on his gag reflex.
***
Tony stepped into the alley, rubbing his hands together for warmth. He waved a wad of bills in front of him. "Passed my final exam. Me and a few buddies were looking to celebrate. We got a little something something, some booze, but we wanted a little more. Thousand bucks, a night at The Lakeview, some decent weed and alcohol. What do you say, Jake? It's a better deal than hundred dollar blowjobs back here. Not that you aren't worth every penny."
Noah's fingers slid over the money and counted it. "I don't smoke, or drink." He focused on the cash. "But I won't say no to being your party favor for cash like that." He peeled off a fifty. "Tell me the room number. I need to freshen my supplies and put on my party clothes. You can pay me the rest C.o.D. Deal?"
"Deal." Tony skimmed through the messages on his phone. "Room 302. Tell the front desk that you're there to see Tony Stark. We'll tell them we're expecting Jake ... ?"
"Jake Mayer."
"We'll tell them we're expecting Jake Mayer. Half hour sound good?"
"Make it an hour. If I'm taking on more than one of you, I need to be well prepped."
2. Someone on my friends list wrote some van/jake S&M club fic. It wasn't done, but it was started. And I. Can't. Find. It. Fess up, flist. Which one of you was it? j525, i kinda think it was you. Am I wrong? Where did it go.
3. While driving to face a strange moment in the history of my real life, I was listening to Cry Cry Cry and heard The Kid followed by The Ballad of Mary Magdalen. I was so caught up in the emotions of those two songs side by side, and all of a sudden I had this idea for a new story. Great Depression era traveling circus + selkie or merman + runaway gay boy. Do others of you do this? Do you hear a song and have it just hit you in the gut with the emotion of it?
4. Research stuff and things. I need to find some books on The Great Depression and more on traveling circuses. I need to think in sepia tones and cirque du soleil before cirque du soleil existed. I can see the world forming in the edge of my mind, but it isn't there yet. Recommendations for links/books/etc that you think I should know are appreciated.
5. I'm looking for music with circus references. I have The Kid by Cry Cry Cry. I have Monkey in the Middle (or whatever it is) by Suzanne Vega. I have Damn Everything But The Circus by The Story. What else do I need? Ask your friends, ask your neighbors. The more songs the merrier.
6. I realized that this past friday was my Fanniversary. I posted my first ever fanfic on 12/12/07. Merepersiflage is a foul temptress and I have been captivated ever since. Thank you. I wanted to celebrate all things fic in my life by posting a companion piece to the first one. I might still do that. But it will be late. In the mean time, I am celebrating by taking pencil to paper and starting part 6 of the interview. It's hurting my soul a little bit to see my poor rentboy noah so fucked up, but that's nothing next to how hurt luke is currently. Those boys. There will be some of this posted later tonight for anyone interested.
7. I joined a community which, if I participate, would have me writing j2. Technically, I suppose, what I submitted to Samhain could be classified as j2 AU, but not really. I'm not sure of what I think of dipping my toes into those waters. It's seriously intimidating. But it's also Disney movies done j2 style. And some of my favorites are wanting to do it. I have until Jan 4th to decide. There's time.
8. Speaking of Samhain ... It is the 14th. I have ten days in which to hear something from them. Ten. More. Days. Ack.
He threaded his fingers into Noah's hair, yanked his head back. "Say it," he hissed. The hand not scalping him smacked his ass. "Say. It."
"The best. God. The best. Please, Sir. Please."
"Please, what?" Another searing blow landed on him, lower, almost on his thigh.
"Want you to fuck me, Sir. Show me what a real man feels like. Punish me. Teach me. Please, Sir."
"Good boy." The fingers slid from his curls, shoved his head lower, forced his shoulders and elbows to lock. "Don't move." He spanked him again. "You're so ready for me. You needed to be punished." Another hand print added to the countless others. Teeth raked his spine. "But you can have your reward now."
Muscle stretched and burned around the forceful intrusion of the cock impaling him. Noah bit back a scream, tried to adjust it to what might be a begging whimper. The plug he'd worn to prep for the scene aided, but in no way absolved him of the pain. At least Mark always came quickly. Noah adjusted his knees, rocked his hips back, squeezed. "Thank you, Sir. You're too good to me. To kind."
"Damn right, Boy." He shoved forward, buried himself balls deep. "Don't forget it."
***
John's hand stroked Noah's cheek. "You're so beautiful like this. So beautiful all full of me. Taking me all in." He fucked forward, slow and deliberate. "The way you get on your knees. The way you swallow me down." He slipped his finger into Noah's mouth aside his dick. "You only do this for me, Baby. Only what what I can you give, right?"
Noah nodded, teased John's finger with his tongue stud before swallowing tight over the strawberry latex clad cock. He opened his eyelids as wide as he could. A lesson learned at the backhand of his father. Wide eyes didn't show tears, and, he could stare past the Colonel without him knowing. Noah cupped John's balls, stroked them. His jaw ached. Think of the money. Five hundred dollars. For five hundred, he could fake romance. For five hundred, he could do damn near anything. Noah coughed as John surged forward. Tears come, unbidden, but he attributed it to the thrust of cock on his gag reflex.
***
Tony stepped into the alley, rubbing his hands together for warmth. He waved a wad of bills in front of him. "Passed my final exam. Me and a few buddies were looking to celebrate. We got a little something something, some booze, but we wanted a little more. Thousand bucks, a night at The Lakeview, some decent weed and alcohol. What do you say, Jake? It's a better deal than hundred dollar blowjobs back here. Not that you aren't worth every penny."
Noah's fingers slid over the money and counted it. "I don't smoke, or drink." He focused on the cash. "But I won't say no to being your party favor for cash like that." He peeled off a fifty. "Tell me the room number. I need to freshen my supplies and put on my party clothes. You can pay me the rest C.o.D. Deal?"
"Deal." Tony skimmed through the messages on his phone. "Room 302. Tell the front desk that you're there to see Tony Stark. We'll tell them we're expecting Jake ... ?"
"Jake Mayer."
"We'll tell them we're expecting Jake Mayer. Half hour sound good?"
"Make it an hour. If I'm taking on more than one of you, I need to be well prepped."