So... in the Parenting!AU, Jazz and Devin were dormmates in college (it's how they met). How Wes and Jazz met, on the other hand, well...

One Night

Jazz let the music take him, swaying his hips as he found the nearest boy around his age. The nearest boy was taller than him; at least a good head taller. And the way he moved -- well.

( This is... pretty NSFW. xD )

It's INTERSECTIONS WEEK at LJI, and I have chosen the lovely n3m3sis43 as my partner in crime, this go around. ;) My piece is first in the set, and Sarah's can be found here. :) Wes and Devin are not mine, alas. They are the brainchildren of Sarah. :)

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At least Princess can shoot. What can that fool Wes do? Nothing, that’s what. He’s a liability, a ( Read more... )

Apparently, it's tradition that I write Cliffton fanfiction after doing NaNo. Who knew? This idea was spawned by a conversation Sarah and I were having this morning about random head-canons, and how Devin, at one point, might have owned a motorcycle. It resulted in borderline Wes/Devin fluff. Enjoy. xDIt’s been hours since Devin’s been home. I know ( Read more... )

This is a sequel of sorts to Say Please. Oops. Warning for Savin's knife and blood play kinks.

Devin looked at the piece of mail in front of him, frowning. “The fuck is this, Wes?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He let his fingers ghost over the envelope, turning it over in his hands.

( 'Dude, I think it's from Emperor Bates,' Wes whispered, his eyes huge. )

Devin scowled, rubbing his temples as he and Wes stepped off of their flight from the colonies to the Capital City. “It’s way too fucking early for this,” he grumbled. Wes laughed at him, striking him on the shoulder ( Read more... )

Previous Chapter

Savin put his head in his hands after he dismissed the latest blond from his presence, thinking to himself that this was a really bad idea. All of them were blond. Some even had blue eyes. And more of them tried to look exactly like Jazz, down to the hairstyle and posture.

( It made his head *hurt*, and his heart even more so. )

Previous ChapterWes looked up from the TV when he heard the door to their room open. His eyes widened at the sight of Devin, who immediately noticed the cup of coffee on the counter. “No -- way...” Wes began, throwing his controller down as he got up from the couch. His eyes fell on the assortment of bruises on Devin’s neck. “You -- he picked you ( Read more... )