So, this is pretty self-explanatory, we're closely following in the footsteps of
st_xi_kink except this time it's all about the real person fiction. Just because the other two mods and myself are shameless does not mean you all have to be, posting anonymously is fine, nay encouraged. All you do is request a pairing and a a prompt/kink and any number of
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“Your wish is my command, Your Drunkesty,” says Chris, bowing regally in the chair. He drops his long legs off the desk, heads for the bathroom. Zach watches his ass, not very covertly. The tiny zip of dopamine set off by the snugness of Chris’s jeans might not be able to fix his life, but it’s a good start.
Over the hiss of the faucet Zach yells, “Don’t get my fucking books wet again.”
“Do you realize you’re in my room? It’s my fucking book.”
“What book is it? Get me some drugs while you’re in there.”
He hears the medicine cabinet open and the rattle of pills. “Carver. Collected stories.”
Who is this guy? He’s like a made-up person. “Really. And how’s English 101 treating you? Is college super scary? Any cute girls in your class? Oh my God, do you think they know you used to have braces?”
Footsteps beside him; the creak of bedsprings as Chris sits down by his head. Zach could bite his ass, if he could move. He wouldn’t, but he could. It would be tempting. “Front all you want: Cathedral still skull- ( ... )
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“It’s not first thing,” Chris is saying. “I told you, I did the crossword. Incidentally, big talk from the guy who brought Nicomachean Ethics to makeup.”
“That was different.”
“In what possible way?”
A lot of ways. For one thing, Zach isn’t some blue-eyed polo-team-looking golden boy whose brain melts every time a pretty girl uncrosses her legs within a ten-foot radius, not that that should make a difference, but it does. For another thing Zach doesn’t want to live inside Nicomachean Ethics. Sure, he can get behind the idea, happiness being a life of purposeful virtue, great in theory ( ... )
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“ ‘Are they closed?’ he said. ‘Don’t fudge.’
“ ‘They’re closed,’ I said.
“ ‘Keep them that way,’ he said. He said, ‘Don’t stop now. Draw.’ ”
Chris coughs and glances sideways at him. Zach doesn’t say anything.
“So we kept on with it. His fingers rode my fingers as my hand went over the paper. It was like nothing else in my life up to now.
“Then he said, ‘I think that’s it. I think you got it,’ he said. ‘Take a look. What do you think?’
“But I had my eyes closed. I thought I’d keep them that way for a little longer. I thought it was something I ought to do.”
Zach realizes that Chris isn’t looking at the open book before him. His half-lidded eyes are on something out the window: he knows the passage by heart.
“ ‘Well?” he said. ‘Are you looking?’ ( ... )
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This story, Zach realizes sort of insanely, is Chris’s girlfriend, and now he has to introduce her to his social circle and he’s worried that it’s going to be weird.
GUH. YES. I AM DONE BEING ARTICULATE NOW.
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I am not on your flist but clearly your excellent taste in canon indicates that I should be. as soon as i finish the other like 900 pages of this and de-anon.
ps "sun also rises" is totally his favorite hemingway amirite
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This OP completely loves you. That was glorious. One big passage that sings, honest to God.
Big bonus internets for Chris Pine's Smile in the Sun. Even more bonus internets for the crossword puzzle. SO MANY INTERNETS.
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i'm pretty sure Pinto doing the Sunday NYTimes crossword puzzle over breakfast burritos is my secretest kink. HELP
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Best new I've had all day! (ME TOO OMG.)
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