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under(his)pants by Sola Fiamma (R)
So, I'm back in the driving seat for September, and hoping I've found some more tasty goodness for you all.
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: Justin/JC
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sola_fiamma
Author Website: http://www.geocities.com/sola_fiamma/
Why this must be read: I'm starting with this story because I have cried over it, many times. Seriously, real tears running down my cheeks, because it makes me laugh *so much*. See, Justin wants JC, so he asks Chris for advice.
At this point I ought to explain about perfect turns of phrase and delicious absurdities and covetable dialogue, but really, I don't think I need to say anything more, do I... because Justin asks Chris for advice. Chris. For advice.
Hee.
Chris had sighed and signalled the waiter for another round of drinks. “Justin. Look. JC’s a bit. Well. He’s unique, you know that.”
“Uh huh. Yeah.” Fucking duh. Why would Justin be interested if he weren’t?
“Anyway, he has this thing.” There had been a lengthy pause while Chris had fiddled with his glass, and then folded and refolded his cocktail napkin.
“Thing?” Justin had asked. “You mean, like a birthmark?” He’d known as soon as he said it that it was stupid. He’d seen JC all kinds of naked on all kinds of different occasions, just like he’d seen all the guys naked. If there was some kind of horrible, disfiguring scar or strawberry mark or whatever, he’d have noticed for sure.
“Yeah, right. Of course. Under his left testicle. Doofus. Not that kind of a thing. Not a *physical* thing. More of a mental thing with physical consequences, if you know what I mean.”
“Um. Not really. Unless. Are you saying he’s crazy?”
“No. Well. He* is* crazy, he’s one of the craziest mother fuckers I’ve ever met, but that’s not what I’m saying, no.”
“Fuck, Chris. Would you just spit it out already? You’re making me crazy!”
under(his)pants
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: Justin/JC
Author on LJ:
sola_fiammaAuthor Website: http://www.geocities.com/sola_fiamma/
Why this must be read: I'm starting with this story because I have cried over it, many times. Seriously, real tears running down my cheeks, because it makes me laugh *so much*. See, Justin wants JC, so he asks Chris for advice.
At this point I ought to explain about perfect turns of phrase and delicious absurdities and covetable dialogue, but really, I don't think I need to say anything more, do I... because Justin asks Chris for advice. Chris. For advice.
Hee.
Chris had sighed and signalled the waiter for another round of drinks. “Justin. Look. JC’s a bit. Well. He’s unique, you know that.”
“Uh huh. Yeah.” Fucking duh. Why would Justin be interested if he weren’t?
“Anyway, he has this thing.” There had been a lengthy pause while Chris had fiddled with his glass, and then folded and refolded his cocktail napkin.
“Thing?” Justin had asked. “You mean, like a birthmark?” He’d known as soon as he said it that it was stupid. He’d seen JC all kinds of naked on all kinds of different occasions, just like he’d seen all the guys naked. If there was some kind of horrible, disfiguring scar or strawberry mark or whatever, he’d have noticed for sure.
“Yeah, right. Of course. Under his left testicle. Doofus. Not that kind of a thing. Not a *physical* thing. More of a mental thing with physical consequences, if you know what I mean.”
“Um. Not really. Unless. Are you saying he’s crazy?”
“No. Well. He* is* crazy, he’s one of the craziest mother fuckers I’ve ever met, but that’s not what I’m saying, no.”
“Fuck, Chris. Would you just spit it out already? You’re making me crazy!”
under(his)pants
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