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Honeybee (NC-17) by Mary the Fan
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: Lance/Nick
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marythefan
Author Website: fic index http://marythefan.livejournal.com/538043.html
Why this must be read:This is another story written for the popslash![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
bittybang challenge, so it's long (around 46,000 words) and the master page bears a handsome illustration by wistfuljane.
It's a really gorgeous look at a Lance/Nick relationship, starting at the 'booty call' stage and going through doubts and worries (mostly Lance's) and on to something much more. The story moves from sensual to everyday to sexy, from frivolous to thoughtful, with no jarring change of key, it's all wound together as part of their lives, and Lance and Nick are wonderfully 'them' all the time. Excellent characterisation all round, whether it's the major players or one of the 'cameo roles' by the other boys.
It's a wonderful story, I wish it were twice as long. I wish I could have written it.
"So, Mr. Cleaning Service," Nick says, "how much popcorn?"
"A cup and a half?" Lance says, squinting at the manual again. "No, hold on. Three-quarters of a cup? And do you even own a vacuum cleaner?"
"Hey! I own a vacuum cleaner."
"But have you ever used it?" Lance asks, handing Nick the plastic dome that goes on top of the popper. "Are you ready for me to plug this in?"
"Yes, I've used it. Have you ever tried to live with four younger sisters and a brother ... four younger ... three sisters and a brother? Go for it."
They stand there for a minute and watch the arm turn, pushing the popcorn kernels through the oil.
"Do Chris and Joey count?" Lance finally asks. "I mean, they might be chronologically older than me, but mentally? I'm not so sure. Plus, they're big enough to count as at least two, each, right? And Joey's a big girl. Should it be popping?"
"Not yet? I mean, it has to heat up, right?" Nick leans over, elbows on the counter, chin in hand, practically pressing his nose against the plastic dome.
"Hey," Lance says, kicking at his foot again before stepping on his bare toes. "This was your idea, Carter. Amuse me while we're waiting."
"How would you like me to do that?" Nick says, standing up, one corner of his mouth quirking.
Lance tucks his fingers into the front of Nick's jeans and tugs him closer, rubbing his thumb along the trail of fine hair that runs down Nick's stomach. He can tell Nick's between albums, with no on-going promo, fuzzy in a way Lance never lets himself get.
"I can think of a couple of ways," he says.
"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me, considering you didn't even bother to put on pants."
Honeybee
Pairing: Lance/Nick
Author on LJ:
marythefanAuthor Website: fic index http://marythefan.livejournal.com/538043.html
Why this must be read:This is another story written for the popslash
bittybang challenge, so it's long (around 46,000 words) and the master page bears a handsome illustration by wistfuljane.It's a really gorgeous look at a Lance/Nick relationship, starting at the 'booty call' stage and going through doubts and worries (mostly Lance's) and on to something much more. The story moves from sensual to everyday to sexy, from frivolous to thoughtful, with no jarring change of key, it's all wound together as part of their lives, and Lance and Nick are wonderfully 'them' all the time. Excellent characterisation all round, whether it's the major players or one of the 'cameo roles' by the other boys.
It's a wonderful story, I wish it were twice as long. I wish I could have written it.
"So, Mr. Cleaning Service," Nick says, "how much popcorn?"
"A cup and a half?" Lance says, squinting at the manual again. "No, hold on. Three-quarters of a cup? And do you even own a vacuum cleaner?"
"Hey! I own a vacuum cleaner."
"But have you ever used it?" Lance asks, handing Nick the plastic dome that goes on top of the popper. "Are you ready for me to plug this in?"
"Yes, I've used it. Have you ever tried to live with four younger sisters and a brother ... four younger ... three sisters and a brother? Go for it."
They stand there for a minute and watch the arm turn, pushing the popcorn kernels through the oil.
"Do Chris and Joey count?" Lance finally asks. "I mean, they might be chronologically older than me, but mentally? I'm not so sure. Plus, they're big enough to count as at least two, each, right? And Joey's a big girl. Should it be popping?"
"Not yet? I mean, it has to heat up, right?" Nick leans over, elbows on the counter, chin in hand, practically pressing his nose against the plastic dome.
"Hey," Lance says, kicking at his foot again before stepping on his bare toes. "This was your idea, Carter. Amuse me while we're waiting."
"How would you like me to do that?" Nick says, standing up, one corner of his mouth quirking.
Lance tucks his fingers into the front of Nick's jeans and tugs him closer, rubbing his thumb along the trail of fine hair that runs down Nick's stomach. He can tell Nick's between albums, with no on-going promo, fuzzy in a way Lance never lets himself get.
"I can think of a couple of ways," he says.
"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me, considering you didn't even bother to put on pants."
Honeybee