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You With The Sad Eyes (R) by bubbleforest
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: AJ/Brian
Length: 26,000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bubbleforest
Author Website: fic index on LJ
Why this must be read:
Written for popslash's![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
bittybang challenge, this is an AU based not-too-exactly on 'Pretty Woman'. That's okay, I haven't seen the film and the story really works without that knowledge. Brian's the rich guy whose life isn't satisfying him any more, and AJ's the whore, desperate for money, who offers to drive the fancy car Brian's having trouble with, and ends up staying a week.
There's plenty going on in this story, and all ten primary pop boys get at least a mention, but it focuses on AJ and Brian and does them so very well. It's a smart story, with very little telling and a lot of showing, and it never forgets the fact that AJ's in a dirty business, any more than AJ does. You should read it.
Back when he still noticed bodies he would've appreciated Brian's. Once he shrugged off his shirt and put it down on a nearby chair, AJ could see the defined muscles that ran along his arms, the wiry strength in him. He had two tattoos on his left arm, a cross perched on a stone amidst crashing waves, and a band of writing that went around his bicep. AJ couldn't make it out, but he supposed he didn't need to. He moved closer still, until they were directly in front of each other and Brian looked up at him. Their eye line was nearly the same, and AJ gave him a reassuring smile.
"You're good, right?" he asked lowly. "You're not - I mean-" He reeled in his surprise and immediately tried to shift approaches in his head. "Is this your first time?"
"No," Brian laughed breathlessly. His nose scrunched up and he seemed to give himself a shake, squaring his shoulders. "Just - first time in a while," he amended, eyes meeting AJ's with regained calmness.
AJ nodded. This time, when he reached for Brian's belt buckle, Brian didn't stop him. "Don't come looking for people like me very often?" he muttered, taking measured steps as he pulled Brian with him towards the bed.
Brian's chest expanded with his heavy breath. "I think I short-circuited tonight," he admitted quietly, like it was a terrible secret he was careful about sharing. His hands settled awkwardly on AJ's sides, holding on until the back of AJ's knees hit the mattress. "I just … I needed something…" His eyes drifted over AJ's body as if it was something foreign, and he went slightly rigid when AJ got his pants open and they fell to the floor. "Different," he finished.
"Lucky for me," AJ murmured, grinning at Brian's startled laugh. He sat down on the bed and grabbed Brian's hips, pulling him in closer. "What do you like?" he asked against the warm skin of Brian's stomach. \
He heard Brian's soft exhale as well as felt it. Fingers tangled in his hair, threading through it with hesitant little movements as AJ's lips drifted down to Brian's navel. "What do you do?" he asked, and his voice had dropped suddenly, gone low and his accent thick.
You With The Sad Eyes
Pairing: AJ/Brian
Length: 26,000 words
Author on LJ:
bubbleforestAuthor Website: fic index on LJ
Why this must be read:
Written for popslash's
bittybang challenge, this is an AU based not-too-exactly on 'Pretty Woman'. That's okay, I haven't seen the film and the story really works without that knowledge. Brian's the rich guy whose life isn't satisfying him any more, and AJ's the whore, desperate for money, who offers to drive the fancy car Brian's having trouble with, and ends up staying a week.There's plenty going on in this story, and all ten primary pop boys get at least a mention, but it focuses on AJ and Brian and does them so very well. It's a smart story, with very little telling and a lot of showing, and it never forgets the fact that AJ's in a dirty business, any more than AJ does. You should read it.
Back when he still noticed bodies he would've appreciated Brian's. Once he shrugged off his shirt and put it down on a nearby chair, AJ could see the defined muscles that ran along his arms, the wiry strength in him. He had two tattoos on his left arm, a cross perched on a stone amidst crashing waves, and a band of writing that went around his bicep. AJ couldn't make it out, but he supposed he didn't need to. He moved closer still, until they were directly in front of each other and Brian looked up at him. Their eye line was nearly the same, and AJ gave him a reassuring smile.
"You're good, right?" he asked lowly. "You're not - I mean-" He reeled in his surprise and immediately tried to shift approaches in his head. "Is this your first time?"
"No," Brian laughed breathlessly. His nose scrunched up and he seemed to give himself a shake, squaring his shoulders. "Just - first time in a while," he amended, eyes meeting AJ's with regained calmness.
AJ nodded. This time, when he reached for Brian's belt buckle, Brian didn't stop him. "Don't come looking for people like me very often?" he muttered, taking measured steps as he pulled Brian with him towards the bed.
Brian's chest expanded with his heavy breath. "I think I short-circuited tonight," he admitted quietly, like it was a terrible secret he was careful about sharing. His hands settled awkwardly on AJ's sides, holding on until the back of AJ's knees hit the mattress. "I just … I needed something…" His eyes drifted over AJ's body as if it was something foreign, and he went slightly rigid when AJ got his pants open and they fell to the floor. "Different," he finished.
"Lucky for me," AJ murmured, grinning at Brian's startled laugh. He sat down on the bed and grabbed Brian's hips, pulling him in closer. "What do you like?" he asked against the warm skin of Brian's stomach. \
He heard Brian's soft exhale as well as felt it. Fingers tangled in his hair, threading through it with hesitant little movements as AJ's lips drifted down to Brian's navel. "What do you do?" he asked, and his voice had dropped suddenly, gone low and his accent thick.
You With The Sad Eyes
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