[FIC] When Darkness Falls 4/?
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wl_fanfictionThis chapter's going to be a bit long, so some will continue in the comments section so I can get it all out, as it were.
TITLE: When Darkness Falls
PART: 4/? goodness only knows
PAIRING: This part: Greg/Brad/Colin (implied), Greg/Brad (not implied), Colin/Jeff (not implied) *gulp*! None of these are pairings I would have imagined on my own, folks.
RATING: NC-17 for mild smut (very vanilla)
DISCLAIMER: FICTION. I don't own them, I don't own them, I don't even want to bone them! (well, except LT, but whatever) FICTION, and hoo boy is it!
SUMMARY: If the train's a rockin, boots be a'knockin! (alternately: Jump on the train, catch a ride! Whoo Whoo! Jump on the train, catch a ride! Whoo Whoo! Love that song!)
“Wow, Drew,” Greg breathed as the group stood staring at the private train waiting for them. “This is seriously the shit!”
“It should be, for the bucks I shelled out,” Drew grumbled, jumping onto the first step. “Come on, everybody, hop aboard. Your luggage has already been stowed, so let’s get moving. We’ve got some miles to cover before our next show.”
Everyone filed on in a single line, talking quietly among themselves until the door hissed shut behind the last person. They were crowded into one of several entertainment cars. Plush couches lined both walls beneath the large windows, and a huge big-screen television hung down from the ceiling at one end. Most of the men, well above the average in height, would have to remember to duck down when they passed, or risk a knock to the skull.
“Ok, here’s the deal,” Drew continued, rubbing his hands together. “This is your night porter, John.” The thin man wearing a blue uniform and cap smiled at all of them. “He’s here to help you with anything you need, so don’t hesitate to ask. Roger is your day porter, and the same goes for him. Now, lucky for you guys, this train is large enough so that all of you have your own berths.” Surprised murmurs sounded. Drew held up his hands. “I know, I know, and I doubt that some of them are even going to be used,” and here he gave a few of the performers a significant glance, “but regardless, they’re yours for the taking. Everyone’s already been assigned a berth, and your luggage has been stowed there. See John when we’re done. Next. Despite what you might have been hoping, this isn’t going to be a booze cruise.” More murmuring, this time dissatisfied. Ryan stared out at the blackness beyond the window, his face betraying nothing, pretending that he didn’t care that he was the reason they were looking like kids who’d been told their trip to Disneyland had just been cancelled. “Yeah, well, deal. No booze allowed onboard. We’ll be making several stops along the way, so if you wanna get hammered, do it then. If you don’t like it, you’re free to leave.”
No one moved.
“Good. Next, breakfast is at seven, lunch at twelve, and dinner, when we’re not performing, is at six. There’s a snack bar in the third car down that has munchies, coffee, soda, juices, milk and water, and it’s open 24/7. What you’re standing in now is one of three entertainment cars. Movies, board games, cards, shit like that are in the cabinets at the end of the couches. The other cars are in front of us and behind. Porn’s in the one in front. If you don’t want to see that shit, avoid it. You don’t have to pass through it to get anywhere, cause the only thing in front is the engine, and the engineer’s a Marine buddy of mine who’d be more than happy to rip your head off if you set foot in his territory, so I’d advise against it. And the car at the very back has the hot-tub and that’s were my ass is gonna be every second. Any questions?”
There weren’t any.
“Great. I guess I’ve got nothing left except to say thanks to all of you for agreeing to do this gig with me, and I know we’ll have fun along the way.” He grinned. “Try and get a little sleep tonight. Next stop, Boise State!”
“Par-tay,” Greg muttered, turning to the porter with an expectant look on his face. “Got a room for the Proop-dog?”
*******
“Fuckin A, man,” Greg breathed as he finally felt himself softening within Brad’s attentive mouth. “Your skills and a moving train, damn, that’s a fine scene!”
Chuckling softly, Brad came to lie beside Greg in the narrow bunk, cradling the smaller man against him and stroking his hair. Greg frowned as he reached down and found that Brad wasn’t exactly up for business. “What’s the matter? You spring a leak or something?”
“I’m fine,” Brad replied. “Getting you off was all I needed.”
Greg snorted. “Yeah, and I’m Pope Joan. You still worried about Colin?”
Brad blushed faintly and looked down. “Yeah.”
“He’s a big boy, Brad. He can take care of himself.”
“And I suppose it’s just fine with you that the man who pounded the shit out of him is just across the hall!?”
“You don’t have to worry about that, man. Nothing’s gonna happen.”
Brad frowned. “You don’t know that for sure.”
“I do,” Greg replied firmly. “And so would you, if you’d take a second to actually look at him instead of wanting to put your foot up his ass. He’s dead inside from what he did. Fucking dead, man. Col’s in more danger of this fucking train going off the tracks than he is from anything Ryan could do to him.”
“Great. You had to go and put that thought in my head. Thanks.”
“Anytime, my man. I’m here to help.” He eyed the man lying next to him. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were jealous.”
“So?” Brad said, shrugging. “Maybe I am. So what?”
Disentangling himself, Greg sat up. “So what? So what!? Brad, don’t do this to yourself, man! Dude, believe me, you’re looking at is some major heartache trying to drive down that road.” He laid a hand against Brad’s chest. “What we got here, man, this is a good thing. You, me, Colin, we have a few laughs, a good fuck every now and then, we keep it light, you know? No strings. No worries. You start bringing that love shit into it, well, I already know the end of that story, and lemme tell you, you’re not gonna like the way it turns out.”
“How?” Brad demanded. “How does it turn out?”
“With you crying in the gutter, my friend.”
“Why do you say that? What the fuck do you know?”
“And I’m the one who needs glasses,” Greg breathed, shaking his head. “Brad, listen to me, man, okay? You can’t have someone’s heart when he’s already given it away.”
“Who? Who’s he given it away to?”
Greg just rolled his eyes.
“Ryan?! You’re trying to tell me that he’s still in love with Ryan? After everything that bastard did to him?”
“Love’s a bitch, ain’t it?”
“Well, fuck me.”
“Love to. Except, you know, my flag’s currently at half-staff. How ‘bout you fuck me instead?”
And, for awhile at least, all thoughts of Colin, and Ryan, and everything else flew out the proverbial window.
*******
Colin was sitting alone in the middle of the entertainment car, sleepily staring out the window as the train swayed gently back and forth, lulling him, and giving him some peace he desperately needed. The show had gone great, and he was glad for that, because it was the only glue holding the tattered edges of himself together at the moment.
Seeing Ryan had, well, it had been the hardest thing he thought he’d ever gone through in his life. Seeing that thin, gaunt frame, looking into those searching, utterly shattered eyes, God!, he was so torn. There was a part of him that had never stopped loving Ryan, even through the worst of it. The final, physical blow might have ended things between them, but that wasn’t what had kept him away for so long. He stayed away because he had no other choice. If he had returned, and sometimes the need to do that was so intense it was unbearable, he would have been dead by his own hand within a month, at the very outside. Ryan was Colin’s alcohol, his addiction, and he knew it. And, like all addicts, he thought he could handle it, could handle himself, could just keep on keeping on until there was nothing left. Beyond nothing left. The blow Ryan had dealt him had been his wake-up call, and for that, he supposed, he’d always be grateful that he got off as lightly as he did.
He’d also forgiven Ryan for it long ago. It was, in reality, the very least of the damage they’d done to one another over the years. It was never meant for him anyway, not really. Ryan was lashing out at his life in general, and Colin only happened to be in the way. And yes, he knew that that was the case for about ninety nine percent of all cases of domestic violence, but he also knew that Ryan would slit his own wrists before ever raising so much as a finger to him in anger again.
And he knew something else as well. Maybe the most important thing of all. He could have blocked that last punch if he’d wanted to. He might have ended up with a broken wrist, but he could have blocked it. Of the two of them, he was the stronger. So he could have blocked it. Instead, he’d let it fall. And what did that say about him? About the man he thought he was? Damned if he knew.
Sighing softly, he laid his head back against the soft cushion. Too many thoughts. Too many emotions scrambling around in his head, begging his attention. His hand came up to rub the bridge of his nose. And now he was getting a headache on top of it all. Great. Just great.
The door to his right slid open and he watched as Jeff slipped through, clad in rumpled cargo shorts and a t-shirt in deference to the women sharing the train with them. He had a bottle of juice in his hand, and he gave Colin a sweet grin as he moved to sit next to him on the couch. “Couldn’t sleep?”
“Not real tired yet, I guess,” Colin replied. “How ‘bout you?”
Jeff chuckled. “Greg and Brad are going at it and the thumps against my wall aren’t conducive to a restful night, if you know what I mean.”
Colin grinned, shaking his head. He’d turned down an invitation to join the two of them earlier, needing some solitude and space. Now he felt himself welcoming Jeff’s quiet presence. “I’ll tell them to keep it down when I see them.”
“Nah. They’re having fun. I really don’t mind.” He looked at the tiny dots of light as the speeding train passed them by. “This is nice.”
“Yeah, it is.”
Jeff cracked the seal on the bottle in his hand. “Want some?”
Colin squinted at the label. “Papaya-Guava-Mango juice?”
“Hey,” Jeff smirked, “don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.”
“Ok,” Colin replied, smiling. “I’m willing if you are.”
Jeff’s blush was, Colin decided, simply adorable.
“Oh. Oh! The juice! Here you are. It’s good.”
“We were talking about something else?” Colin asked, all innocence, before grabbing the bottle and taking a sip. “Mm. You’re right. It is good.” He took another sip before handing it back, enjoying the interesting combination of tastes. “You might want to, you know, wipe it off first.”
“Oh,” Jeff purred, grinning, “I already know where your lips have been, and believe me, I don’t mind them around my…neck.”
Chuckling, Colin shook his head, unable to believe he was having this conversation, and knowing he was probably blushing as badly as Jeff, if not worse. Damn fair skin anyway.
“By the way,” Jeff continued, leaning perceptibly closer, “speaking purely as the owner of a Chocolate Factory, I don’t believe our marriage was ever officially recognized.”
At a temporary loss, Colin raised his eyebrows at the younger man.
Jeff grinned. “I never got to kiss the Oompa Loompa.”
Unable to help himself, Colin broke down into gales of laughter, covering his mouth with his hand as his shoulders and, indeed, his entire body shook with his mirth. After a moment, Jeff joined in, laughing so hard that the juice he’d just consumed almost came shooting out of his nose.
“Oh, god, thank you,” Colin finally managed to gasp. “I have laughed that hard in…I don’t even remember when.”
“I don’t think I can either,” Jeff replied when his laughter finally gentled to isolated chuckles. “I’m glad I came out here.”
“I’m glad, too.”
They sat in companionable silence for awhile, simply content to watch what little they could see of the night-bathed world pass by in front of their windows. Colin felt his eyelids grow heavy, and he simply let them drop closed, letting the idle chatter in his mind die away to nothingness.
Then he felt something soft and warm brush against his lips, and when he opened his eyes, Jeff was grinning at him. “There. Now it’s official.”
“We should tell the porter. Maybe he could bake us a cake. Or at least throw rice, or something.”
Jeff chuckled and slid his hand against Colin’s. “I have a little something else in mind, actually.”
“Do you.”
“Mm hm. See, I have this deluxe honeymoon suite just two cars down and, well, the neighbors are a bit noisy, but it’s cozy, and private, and since all good marriages are supposed to be consummated on the wedding night, well….”
“Hm. I don’t know. Isn’t there some law against humans having sex with Oompa Loompas?”
“I won’t tell if you don’t!”
“Jeff….”
“Colin, if it freaks you out, just say so. But I want this. I really, really want this.” His hands boldly smoothed up Colin’s chest to linger against the sides of his face. “I happen to think that you’re an incredibly sexy man, and I’ve wanted you since the first time I shared the stage with you. Of course, I never stood a chance, what with Ryan, and Greg, and Brad, and all, but…well, you’re here now, and so am I, and I really want to make love with you. What do you say?”
“I say….” Colin’s own hands came up to thread themselves through the short, mussed locks of Jeff’s hair, bringing their lips together.
They both immediately got lost in the taste of one another, and the kiss escalated rapidly. Colin’s tongue traced a sly invitation across Jeff’s bottom lip, and the invitation was readily answered. Jeff opened his mouth and Colin slid inside, tasting different points, tickling his tongue over the roof before twining with Jeff’s own in a sensual duel that left them both moaning.
Finally pulling apart, Jeff grasped Colin’s hand. “Let’s take this show on the road, okay?”
“Right there with you,” Colin husked, coming to his feet and tugging Jeff to his as well. “Lead on.”
*******
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Date: 2006-08-24 01:58 pm (UTC)Colin and Jeff were currently atop it, sitting crosslegged, their knees touching as they faced one another. “You’re sure about this,” Colin whispered.
“Perfectly,” Jeff answered. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time now.” Taking one of Colin’s large hands, he placed it square over his groin. “Feel what you did to me with just a kiss.”
Colin closed his eyes at the feel of the living hardness waiting there for him. “Oh, my,” he breathed. “From a kiss?”
“Oh, hell, yeah.” Jeff reached for the hem of his shirt, only to have his hands quickly replaced by Colin’s.
“Let me. Please.”
”You won’t hear me complaining.”
Smiling, Colin gently tugged up the fabric. Jeff raised his arms obligingly, and soon the T-shirt was nothing more than a puddle on the floor. Jeff’s chest was beautiful, lightly furred and lightly muscled, with pale, perfect skin that just begged his attention. “Lie back for me,” Colin murmured, pressing gently against the warm, naked flesh. Smiling, Jeff did so, stretching out on the long bunk, arms languidly over his head, wrists curled inward.
Colin, still sitting, restricted himself to touching, running the tips of his fingers across the fine, dark hairs, lightly rimming the already constricted nipples, down the visible ribs to linger briefly against the flat plane of his belly. He would raise his eyes to Jeff’s every so often, pleased to see them slowly darkening, and flaring with the embers of arousal.
Giving up his position as too awkward, he straightened his legs, then straddled Jeff’s narrow thighs, his hands still busy with their gentle stroking. Then he slowly bent down and, using just the tip of his tongue, lightly rimmed Jeff’s belly-button, before plunging in several times. Jeff’s gasp was loud, and his hips bucked with each thrust. “Jesus! That was….”
“Nice?”
“Incredible!”
“I’ll take that.” Grinning, Colin ran his hands back up Jeff’s chest, brushing his thumbs against his nipples before following with his tongue. When he reached the other man’s mouth, Jeff pushed back, slightly. “Your shirt. Please. I need…to feel your skin…on mine.”
“Consider it done.” Sitting up, Colin drew off his own t-shirt and flung it…somewhere. Then he slid back up Jeff’s body until their heads were on a level. Their still-clothed erections brushed against one another, and both of them groaned in pleasure.
“God, Colin, you feel so good against me. It’s just how I’d imagined it would be, only better.”
Colin blushed. “I still can’t believe you were imagining this…about me.”
Grabbing Colin’s hips, Jeff rocked his pelvis upward. “Believe it, my friend,” he purred. “This doesn’t lie.”
Colin brought his head down, and their lips melded together, tongues and teeth moving sensually over and against one another. After several minutes of rapidly increasing ardor, Colin finally pulled away, breathing deep. “Wow, you’ve got nice lips.”
“And you’re a damn fine kisser,” Jeff replied, his slightly swollen, reddened lips testament to the truth of his words.
“I’d like to practice my technique further down, if you don’t mind.”
“Oh, believe me, I don’t mind at all.”
Colin moved his mouth down over Jeff’s square jaw and down the thin, elegant column of his neck, stopping at random points to nip and lick as the urge struck him. Jeff’s arms came around him and stroked his back and ass, occasionally thrusting into him when Colin did something he really liked.
Continuing his journey, Colin blazed a trail across both collarbones before stopping to suckle at the delectable hollow of Jeff’s throat, causing the younger man to moan and whimper. “Oh, like that,” he groaned. “Christ, you’re amazing.”
“Wait till you see my next trick.” Moving still lower, Colin carefully mouthed each nipple, then flicked his tongue across the buds in a rapid motion that had Jeff all but turning himself inside out beneath him.
“Pants…” Jeff panted. “Off…now…!”
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Date: 2006-08-24 01:59 pm (UTC)Rimming his bellybutton one more time, his fingers played along the wiry hairs pointing downward and he shifted back again, pulling enough to see the sight of Jeff’s arousal displayed proudly for him. The springy fabric was stretched to its absolute limit, and every vein, every curve, every ripple was erotically displayed for his eyes alone. “God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed.
“Thank you.”
“You’re quite welcome.” Sliding back even further, he laid his body over Jeff’s legs and mouthed the erection through the fabric, blowing a stream of his warm, moist breath over the shaft, then moved lower, nipping with his lips at the heavy, pendulous sack that hung beneath. “God!” Jeff cried out, clamping a hand hard on Colin’s shoulder. “You’re….just…..”
Sliding his fingers beneath the thong, but keeping his thumb outside of it, Colin began to stroke, long and slow. “Oh,” Jeff grunted. “Oh, thank god. Oh, thank god. Oh, thank you, God!”
Smiling, Colin ran his lips up and down Jeff’s length once again before pulling away and looking into his eyes, smirking. “Ok, Mr. Davis, it seems you have a choice. My mouth? Or my ass?”
“Oh…god…you choose!”
“Nope. You.”
“Your mouth!” he demanded after a moment. “God, I need to feel your mouth on me. Your mouth!”
“Your wish is my command.”
Pulling the thong’s waistband down, he unearthed the prize he sought. Jeff’s cock, like the rest of him, was long and slender, and curved to fit in his mouth perfectly, as if it had been created for that purpose alone. He licked his lips. It was a long time since he’d gone down on such a lovely specimen. Greg was a tad shorter, but thicker. Brad was almost as big as Ryan, in all ways, and Ryan, well….
Shoving those thoughts from his mind, he repositioned himself comfortably, and with the tip of his tongue, swiped at the beads of pre-cum already leaking. “God, you taste sweet.” He could crave this, and he knew it, and didn’t care. Slowly, inch by slow inch, he engulfed Jeff’s erection, taking time to learn every single millimeter of it by the touch of his tongue alone.
“Colin!” Jeff cried, one hand stealing into what was left of his hair as the other grabbed the bedcovers in a desperate grip.
Colin took him all the way down, then, and left him to cradle comfortably in his mouth for a moment, savoring the shape, the weight, the taste, the feel. Then he curled his tongue up and around the base and sides of the shaft, sliding slowly up and down even as his cheeks drew in with suction he was creating in a sort of double-pump.
“Holy mother!” Jeff shouted. “Where in the hell did you learn how to do that?!? No, don’t tell me. Just keep on doing it!”
As if Colin had ever planned on stopping. Oh no, he was enjoying himself far, far too much to even think such a thing, let alone do it. One hand trailed down to tickle and play with his balls, which Jeff seemed to enjoy. The other continued further, ringing languidly around the tight muscle it found there, and he easily handled Jeff’s thrust as the younger man bucked violently into him.
“Yes! YES! Fuck yes!!! Inside, Colin! Inside! Now!”
Bringing his finger up, he slid it beside Jeff’s cock to get it wet, then went back down again, circling once, twice, before sliding easily inside. Jeff’s body welcomed him easily, joyously, and he began to thrust, keeping time with the motions of his mouth and lips and tongue.
“Oh my god. Oh god. Oh, Jesus. Colin, that’s just….fuck!”
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Date: 2006-08-24 02:01 pm (UTC)Then he stilled. “Colin, I’m going to come. I’m going to come, Colin. I’m going to--.”
Pulling his fingers out to the tips, he jammed them back home while taking Jeff’s cock as deep as he could and swallowing hard.
With a loud wail issuing from between his tightly clenched teeth, Jeff exploded, his entire body arching violently and shuddering from top to toe. Colin took it all, every blessed drop, milking him until he could give no more. Then he let the softening organ slip from his mouth, and gave it a kiss before moving back up and clasping Jeff in a loose embrace, taking care to keep his full weight off the smaller man. His fingers were released with only the greatest reluctance, and Jeff turned to him, kissing him deep and long and passionately.
Then, too breathless to continue, he pulled away, staring with awe into Colin’s eyes. “Jesus Christ,” he panted. “That was the best oral I have ever received, bar none.”
Colin blushed a deep red.
“You have got to teach me some of your tricks. But first….”
“Jeff, we don’t need to….”
“Oh yes we do. You have no idea how much I want you inside me right now. Absolutely no idea at all.” Propping himself up on his elbows, he gave Colin his best pleading look, which was pretty damn good, in Colin’s opinion. “Please. I don’t have the strength. Please, take your pants off. For me, please.”
Moving off the bed, Colin stripped, then stood, shifting uncomfortably as Jeff stared. “Holy fuck! Colin! You’re…gorgeous!”
Colin’s blush deepened. “Jeff….”
“Don’t ‘Jeff’ me. I need you, Colin, now more than ever. Now, get on the bed and kneel in front of me. Please.”
Colin did as asked. Jeff, displaying incredible flexibility, cocked his legs at the knees and placed his bare feet on Colin’s chest. Then he slid his ass forward and up along Colin’s thighs until he was just below the older man’s raging erection. “Slide your hips forward. Yeah, like that. Oh GOD is this going to be good.”
“We need…some kind…of lubrication.”
“No, we don’t. Trust me on this one.” Spreading his knees, he rocked back until his knees were nearly touching his ears. His entrance was clearly displayed, and Colin felt his mouth watering again. “Do it, Colin. Fuck me. Please.”
Taking in a deep breath, Colin nodded, positioned himself, and slid in easily. The feeling was absolutely incredible, like nothing he’d ever felt before. Pushing slowly, he continued to enter until he was completely inside and Jeff was making noises that Colin found incredibly erotic.
“Oh god! You have no idea how good this feels!” Jeff breathed.
Well, Colin had some idea. He’d been Ryan’s lover for fifteen years after all, though they’d never tried this particular position before, for obvious reasons. When he couldn’t fight the urge anymore, he began to thrust, first with great care, and then on blind instinct, Jeff’s breathless cries encouraging him in ways that turned his belly to flame.
Colin envied the man his youth when he began to see Jeff harden again, then forgot all about the envy as one slim hand came down and began to tug in time to Colin’s increasingly forceful thrusts.
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Date: 2006-08-24 02:01 pm (UTC)Long, lean legs eased down over his shoulders and grasped him in an odd sort of hug. “Any day of the week, Colin,” Jeff panted. “Any day of the week.”
“How about…tomorrow…after the…show?”
“In a heartbeat.”
They fell asleep in one another’s arms, blissful smiles painting both of their faces.
The train rolled on.
*******
In the darkness on the other side of the wall, white teeth flashed. “You know, I do believe that was Colin.”
Brad shook himself from the light daze he’d fallen into. “Colin? But…that’s Jeff’s berth!”
“Mm. Hm.”
“Could you possibly sound more smug?” Brad asked, scowling.
“I’m quite sure. But, not tonight.” Stretching, he deliberately rubbed himself along Brad’s side.
His friend gasped, then looked at him, wide-eyed. “You’re hard!”
“Your powers of observation are as keen as ever, my friend.”
“I don’t believe you! You’re getting off on listening to them, aren’t you?”
“Was, Bradley. Was getting off. They seem to have stopped for now. But…that doesn’t mean we have to.” He chuckled, thrusting against Brad’s solid thigh.
“Man, you really are a slut.”
“And proud of it, my friend. Proud of it.”
******
More tomorrow.
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Date: 2006-08-24 04:13 pm (UTC)And I love Drew's voice in this. You can take the boy out of the marines, but you can't take the marine out of the boy.
Uh, that doesn't sound right, does it, given what is going on all around the train? Eh, you know what I mean. ^_^
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Date: 2006-08-24 04:22 pm (UTC)Thanks, about Drew's voice. I'm trying to get decent sized parts in here for everybody. Even, you know, *cough*CHIP*cough*. No, really, he's leading "Sentences" in the bit after next, so that's something. I just gotta get something bigger for Kathy G. Don't want to steal her voice...again.
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Date: 2006-08-25 12:46 am (UTC)Hey, no worries. It worked for me. *G*
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Date: 2006-08-25 02:54 pm (UTC)Does that make more sense? (I hope?)
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Date: 2006-08-25 05:07 pm (UTC)(It's Friday and I'm at work, so I'm not surprised I'm not making much sense. No more brain cells left for the occasion.)
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Date: 2006-08-24 04:27 pm (UTC)Like Stilmoch said . . . sluts . . . Even Colin?!?!?!
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Date: 2006-08-24 04:34 pm (UTC)Did you read the line that I left in your lj?
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Date: 2006-08-24 05:37 pm (UTC)Please let Colin keep his backbone, that's all I ask. *G*
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Date: 2006-08-24 05:42 pm (UTC)I don't think he'll have revenge sex a, because I don't think he's that kind of man, b., because it's been three years, so any revenge would have been weakened by the time, and c. because he won't throw it into Ryan's face like that.
But he does have his reasons, and they're perfectly human ones. *g*
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Date: 2006-08-24 05:02 pm (UTC)“And proud of it, my friend. Proud of it.”
*gigglefit*
This just sounds like something that Greg would say.
I liked this chapter. ;)
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Date: 2006-08-24 06:48 pm (UTC)“Who? Who’s he given it away to?” -- *pets poor, dense Brad* I thought I'd feel more sorry for him, but I kind of don't...
*squees a little* That Jeff/Colin scene is absolutely adorable. I also showed it to the girlfriend since Jeff/Colin is one of her favorite pairings, and now I think she loves you forever. I also liked the way you portrayed Jeff a lot. He seems rather chameleon in that he could fit in with any of the guys with relative ease. His earlier blatant flirtiness with Greg compared to how calm he is with Colin, and both seem perfectly in character.
Colin and Jeff were currently atop it, sitting crosslegged, their knees touching as they faced one another. “You’re sure about this,” Colin whispered. -- I love this image.
“Wow, you’ve got nice lips.” -- I love Jeff's lips. They've got that pouty, sexy thing going for them.
Jesus Christ, that was good. You know, I was thinking as I was reading the sex (so hot, by the way) that I like Jeff & Colin together because they could actually be worthy of each other. You have no idea the respect I have for Jeff -- I think he is absolutely fantastic at his job, and he's hot to boot. ^_~ Colin is the only person I'm sure it rivals.
“Could you possibly sound more smug?” Brad asked, scowling. -- *snickers over jealous!Brad* I shouldn't be so mean, but I'm definitely more into Greg's POV. ^_^
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Date: 2006-08-24 07:05 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked the Jeff/Colin interaction. I liked writing it even though I NEVER THOUGHT OF IT BEFORE. *ahem*
And yes, Jeff is an outstanding improvisor. I'm trying to get him in as much of this as I possibly can. I'm coming to enjoy his character more and more as time goes along.
*snicker* Jealous!Brad. Yeah, he is. Poor guy. He's got it bad.
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Date: 2006-08-24 07:51 pm (UTC)Wow! That Jeff/Colin scene was so cute and HOT! Love it! ^_^
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Date: 2006-08-24 08:32 pm (UTC)I come home and find that there is also hot, hot sex! Mmm. Very, VERY good job, my friend. :) I really dug this chapter quite a bit... and, if I haven't gotten my point across yet, the sex was really, really yummy.
Plus, it's Colin and Jeff. Colin and Jeff are awesome. :)
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Date: 2006-08-24 08:40 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed. *g*
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