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When In Amsterdam by Loey (NC17)
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: GSF
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
enoughoflove
Author Website: fictitiously.i-heart-sam.net
Why this must be read: I wanted to rec at least one GSF story this month, it is after all something popslash has always excelled at. I settled on this story by Loey, first of all because it's incredibly hot, and secondly because it has a very nice set-up and good characterisations, and also because it's a relatively new story. A most worthy addition to a great fandom tradition!
Excerpt: AJ's only somewhat surprised to find them all here looking like they're settled in for the night. He'd figured there wasn't much of a chance of him being left alone in Amsterdam. He gets it, gets that they're looking out for him, but it doesn't make it any less annoying that all four of them are camped out in his room, no plans to go anywhere when all AJ wants is to be left alone with his cigarettes and bad mood.
AJ chucks his hat on the floor and kicks off his shoes. His first instinct is to ignore them and hope they go away, but he's not stupid and knows there's no way in hell that's actually going to happen so he props a hip against the dresser and lights a cigarette. The nonexistent no-smoking laws are the best thing about this city.
Brian's leaning against the desk at the far side of the room. He's wearing one of AJ's too-big sweatshirts and he has on jeans and socks but he might as well be naked for how come-hither he looks. AJ catches the look on his face, the quiet appraisal, and underneath it, the amused glimmer in his eyes, the one that always always gets him what he wants, especially if what he wants is coming from AJ.
AJ smokes his cigarette and ignores everyone, though it's sort of difficult because he gets what this is about and he hasn't yet decided if he's going to go through with it or not. Years ago, when he was using, he wouldn't have thought twice about it, would have just gone with it but now he wakes up actually remembering the shit from the night before and he's not looking forward to a sober morning-after, especially when it involves the guys.
AJ finishes his cigarette and wishes someone would fucking say something. He supposes it's up to him but his brain isn't functioning all that well at the moment. He's working through the frustration he's felt ever since they arrived in Amsterdam two days ago and trying to reconcile it with the fact that his body sort of likes the way Nick's laugh sounds, muffled by the press of Kevin's mouth against his.
When In Amsterdam or here
Pairing: GSF
Author on LJ:
enoughofloveAuthor Website: fictitiously.i-heart-sam.net
Why this must be read: I wanted to rec at least one GSF story this month, it is after all something popslash has always excelled at. I settled on this story by Loey, first of all because it's incredibly hot, and secondly because it has a very nice set-up and good characterisations, and also because it's a relatively new story. A most worthy addition to a great fandom tradition!
Excerpt: AJ's only somewhat surprised to find them all here looking like they're settled in for the night. He'd figured there wasn't much of a chance of him being left alone in Amsterdam. He gets it, gets that they're looking out for him, but it doesn't make it any less annoying that all four of them are camped out in his room, no plans to go anywhere when all AJ wants is to be left alone with his cigarettes and bad mood.
AJ chucks his hat on the floor and kicks off his shoes. His first instinct is to ignore them and hope they go away, but he's not stupid and knows there's no way in hell that's actually going to happen so he props a hip against the dresser and lights a cigarette. The nonexistent no-smoking laws are the best thing about this city.
Brian's leaning against the desk at the far side of the room. He's wearing one of AJ's too-big sweatshirts and he has on jeans and socks but he might as well be naked for how come-hither he looks. AJ catches the look on his face, the quiet appraisal, and underneath it, the amused glimmer in his eyes, the one that always always gets him what he wants, especially if what he wants is coming from AJ.
AJ smokes his cigarette and ignores everyone, though it's sort of difficult because he gets what this is about and he hasn't yet decided if he's going to go through with it or not. Years ago, when he was using, he wouldn't have thought twice about it, would have just gone with it but now he wakes up actually remembering the shit from the night before and he's not looking forward to a sober morning-after, especially when it involves the guys.
AJ finishes his cigarette and wishes someone would fucking say something. He supposes it's up to him but his brain isn't functioning all that well at the moment. He's working through the frustration he's felt ever since they arrived in Amsterdam two days ago and trying to reconcile it with the fact that his body sort of likes the way Nick's laugh sounds, muffled by the press of Kevin's mouth against his.
When In Amsterdam or here