Because I have the memory of a goldfish...
All right, I'm sure I'll kick myself when I find out what this story is, but it's not my fault, I swear! My brain is fried, and I don't have any bookmarks on my laptop.
So here goes: It's J/B slash, and I think the boys are on a road trip. Or at least a trip of some sort. The one scene I remember vividly is that Jim and Blair go out drinking in whatever town they're in at the moment, and then go back to their motel, where there's one of those beds that vibrates when you put quarters in it. Blair's worse off than Jim is in the drunkenness department, and has a blast with the bed. Jim uses the opportunity to get pics. :)
Oh, and it's a first time fic, if that helps.
Help me, pwease? :D
*smooches to all*
So here goes: It's J/B slash, and I think the boys are on a road trip. Or at least a trip of some sort. The one scene I remember vividly is that Jim and Blair go out drinking in whatever town they're in at the moment, and then go back to their motel, where there's one of those beds that vibrates when you put quarters in it. Blair's worse off than Jim is in the drunkenness department, and has a blast with the bed. Jim uses the opportunity to get pics. :)
Oh, and it's a first time fic, if that helps.
Help me, pwease? :D
*smooches to all*