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Just Like That by Ephemera (G-ish?)
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: none
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ephemera_pop
Author Website: ephemera's index page
Why this must be read: This is such a wonderfully sensual, without being sexual, story. I love how the music runs through it all, with everything intertwining. How the singing, at first apart and then together, brings them all back in sync.
Excerpt: "'C, is this one of your weird ass new age things?" Everything about Justin's posture said he was looking for the catch.
"No, cat, it's just - I've missed you."
"Are you stoned?"
"Maybe." JC tried not to smirk. He wasn't. Just one joint, a little warm buzz so the traffic in LA wouldn't make him crazy. Just one little joint, because he loved Justin enough to know that it would make it easier for him to say yes.
Justin's affectionate eye-rolling smile had been one of the things he'd missed.
"Like, skin on skin, right? This ok?" Justin's skin was warm, dry, smooth where he placed JC's hands under his shirts; spanning his ribcage. JC's thumbs rested either side of that soft open space below Justin's breastbone, and his hands spread and flexed with the in-breath. JC didn't move his hands when the notes died away.
Just Like That
Pairing: none
Author on LJ:
ephemera_popAuthor Website: ephemera's index page
Why this must be read: This is such a wonderfully sensual, without being sexual, story. I love how the music runs through it all, with everything intertwining. How the singing, at first apart and then together, brings them all back in sync.
Excerpt: "'C, is this one of your weird ass new age things?" Everything about Justin's posture said he was looking for the catch.
"No, cat, it's just - I've missed you."
"Are you stoned?"
"Maybe." JC tried not to smirk. He wasn't. Just one joint, a little warm buzz so the traffic in LA wouldn't make him crazy. Just one little joint, because he loved Justin enough to know that it would make it easier for him to say yes.
Justin's affectionate eye-rolling smile had been one of the things he'd missed.
"Like, skin on skin, right? This ok?" Justin's skin was warm, dry, smooth where he placed JC's hands under his shirts; spanning his ribcage. JC's thumbs rested either side of that soft open space below Justin's breastbone, and his hands spread and flexed with the in-breath. JC didn't move his hands when the notes died away.
Just Like That