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Gratuity, by Sola Fiamma (R)
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: Justin/Lance
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sola_fiamma
Author Website: http://www.geocities.com/sola_fiamma/
Why this must be read:
I love Sola Fiamma's writing. Her dialogue is a joy, and little comic touches are lavished onto this story like salt and vinegar on chips. (Uh, that's British for delicious fast food, for the baffled among you.) There's also an unmistakeable sense of impending disaster...
The set-up? Justin is a poor student with insomnia. As he shares a place with Chris, it is important to solve the problem before Chris smothers him with a quilt. JC the constantly unemployed performance artist offers advice, but it is Joey the bartender who comes up with the solution: Justin needs to get laid. Fortunately, Joey knows a classy hooker - for whom Chris is willing to pay, in the interests of getting a good night's sleep.
He glares at Chris. "What the fuck, dude! Why are you here? I thought you were having dinner with your editor?"
"I was! But now I'm not! I cut out early. No way I wanted to miss you getting cozy with your first hooker. Oh, and, hey. Look at you! All dolled up like a little corporate pretty boy out on the town! Hahahaha! I can't believe you dressed up for a hooker!" Chris pinches Justin's cheeks so hard he almost tosses the rest of his drink into JC's lap. "My little boy, all growed up, but still such a baby."
"Cut it out! That hurt! Don't mess me up, I don't have time to go home and change." Also, he'd really prefer not to have to go through the agony of having to decide what to wear for a second time. Not after spending a solid two hours this afternoon, dragging every single item of clothing he owns out of his closet and trying them on in various combinations. His first plan had been to just wear blue jeans and a t-shirt, but his jeans were starting to look a little threadbare, and he didn't want to look like some kind of hillbilly. Then he'd settled on his black jeans and a mesh top, until he remembered that the last time he wore that top Chris had said he looked like a slutty rent boy. He doesn't want to look more like a hooker than the hooker, and what if the hooker thought he was mocking him or something? That would just be embarrassing.
Gratuity
Pairing: Justin/Lance
Author on LJ:
sola_fiammaAuthor Website: http://www.geocities.com/sola_fiamma/
Why this must be read:
I love Sola Fiamma's writing. Her dialogue is a joy, and little comic touches are lavished onto this story like salt and vinegar on chips. (Uh, that's British for delicious fast food, for the baffled among you.) There's also an unmistakeable sense of impending disaster...
The set-up? Justin is a poor student with insomnia. As he shares a place with Chris, it is important to solve the problem before Chris smothers him with a quilt. JC the constantly unemployed performance artist offers advice, but it is Joey the bartender who comes up with the solution: Justin needs to get laid. Fortunately, Joey knows a classy hooker - for whom Chris is willing to pay, in the interests of getting a good night's sleep.
He glares at Chris. "What the fuck, dude! Why are you here? I thought you were having dinner with your editor?"
"I was! But now I'm not! I cut out early. No way I wanted to miss you getting cozy with your first hooker. Oh, and, hey. Look at you! All dolled up like a little corporate pretty boy out on the town! Hahahaha! I can't believe you dressed up for a hooker!" Chris pinches Justin's cheeks so hard he almost tosses the rest of his drink into JC's lap. "My little boy, all growed up, but still such a baby."
"Cut it out! That hurt! Don't mess me up, I don't have time to go home and change." Also, he'd really prefer not to have to go through the agony of having to decide what to wear for a second time. Not after spending a solid two hours this afternoon, dragging every single item of clothing he owns out of his closet and trying them on in various combinations. His first plan had been to just wear blue jeans and a t-shirt, but his jeans were starting to look a little threadbare, and he didn't want to look like some kind of hillbilly. Then he'd settled on his black jeans and a mesh top, until he remembered that the last time he wore that top Chris had said he looked like a slutty rent boy. He doesn't want to look more like a hooker than the hooker, and what if the hooker thought he was mocking him or something? That would just be embarrassing.
Gratuity