fic: the name of the game

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hd/ckr, about 1040 words, R

notes:
pre-HCL on tour with the headstones. many thank yous to brynnmck for beta. ♥ despite being short this was 80% done almost two years back, and was intended for buzzylittleb (who i think has seen a previous version). i hope you still want it, insect!

Comments

[meresy]

*blee*

Callum's shoulders were up near his ears now, and he was concentrating hard on the menu in his hands.

I can just SEE him. Oh, Callum. *smish*

This is adorable. And just asdfghjfdsfghj.

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\u/ yay, thank you! (and, poor callum!)

[andeincascade]

Hughkins! Eeeeeeee! This is my new pet name for him. And you made them have PIE! :::loves to little tiny bits:::

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thank you!

(i blame this icon for the pie. and really don't ask. or ask kanzenhanzai since she is responsible!)

[joandarck]

“You weren’t fucking me before!” The woman at the counter turned sharply, then caught herself and pretended she was wiping off the cracked red formica.

hee hee hee!

At least, I fucking hope not. Singers and drummers, man. It just can’t ever be, you know what I'm saying?

That's awesome, that made me burst out laughing. So would-be-reasonable and off-topic.

"I'm shocked. You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"I kiss you with it."

I love how you made that an insult (only not really one underneath.)

Callum shifted his hand just so, adjusted his stroke, and mouthed at Hugh's ear. "Like that? You like that? C'mon, c'mon, give it up for me. Pumpkin flower. Cuddle bunny."

There was a pause. Hugh's panting lost its rhythm. He groaned, but not in a good way. "Fuck. Bastard. That ruined the moment."

Callum grinned against his neck. "Got a problem, Hughkins?"

LOVE. Evil Callum! Holding his own! And Hugh's of course.

"Actually, I kinda meant that one."

*melts*

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(apparently i am channeling blue's discovery kink? i just know if I was that waitress, i would be VERY PLEASED)

That's awesome, that made me burst out laughing. So would-be-reasonable and off-topic.

*wins*

(but it IS true! about drummers, i mean. really! no self-respecting frontman is going for anything less than a bass player, you know?)

Holding his own! And Hugh's of course.

*snicker*

and, i am a SAP. i want them to loooove eeeeach oooother! *clings*

oh, er, and! thank you! *is slow tonight*

[belmanoir]

love love love!!! this whole paragraph is WIN:

"That's strictly platonic, Hollywood," said Hugh, making a complicated but decisive gesture with his smoking hand. "Anyway, for fuck's sake, Callum. I called Dale sweet cheeks for a whole week and no-one thinks I'm screwing him. At least, I fucking hope not. Singers and drummers, man. It just can’t ever be, you know what I'm saying? But hey, if you like cuntface better than sugarplum, I can go with that. I'm a sensitive guy."

OMG HOW DO YOU DO HUGH SO WELL. ALSO "BABE"!!!! EEEEE!

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♥

THANK YOU OMG! (i just... want them in my head! all the time! you know?)

[belmanoir]

yes! i do know! fraser and kowalski and vecchio seem to be permanent additions to my internal...conversation? what happened to monologue ppl?

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it's fun though, isn't it? i mean, i kind of like it when characters (because it's hugh & callum as i imagine them so definitely characters) move in!

(and, aww. you have a threesome in your brain?)

[bluebelle789]

But hey, if you like cuntface better than sugarplum, I can go with that. I'm a sensitive guy

HEEEE. Oh he so IS. *nods*

I heart this so very much.

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*beams*

thank you!