I have been working on this fic since the 22nd of June, 2004. On and off. At the time, I'd wanted to have it done for
erinface's birthday, but clearly that idea was a complete joke. Sorry Rinny. Ive been sending it to her in snippets ever since, and I don't think I'd ever have been able to finish it without her encouragement. I'm not good with long things
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Wow. Oh wow. The writing is so vivid and incredible and alive. There's so much mood in this story. Sorry if feedback is incoherent, I'm just stunned. I'm just going to quote all the stuff that really made me pause.
he shall put it in the little cemetery in his closet, where shitty paintings go to die.
That made me so sad.
”He talked dirty the whole time I fucked him.” Brian hands Justin a beer, barely suppressing the grimace on his face. “Badly.”
“Oh, baby, fuck my man pussy,” Justin recites, already casting his eye elsewhere.
Made me giggle wildly. All the dialogue between Brian and Justin is so perfect and in character.
After Brian, he didn’t sleep, didn’t eat, didn’t miss out on a single fucking cliché.
Love that.
Justin had been seventeen and out of his mind in love. Brian had been twenty-nine and mostly just out of his mind.
And that.
Brian only let Justin top once. Sprawled out against blue sheets, guiding his every ( ... )
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I loved that...it was so where they were then, how helpless a task Justin had and how unbelievable that he succeeded.
God...
Going back now.
Colleen
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and with a click of my heels I am now off to read part two
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“You loving me wasn’t the problem,” Brian says.
I almost expected Brian to say "my loving you was"
This was so perfect.
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Thankyou!
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