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Us of Lesser Gods (R) by Sami B
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: Chris/JC
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
samibee
Author Website: unknown
Why this must be read:
This was written for the Dragon Challenge 2009, and is an AU in which Chris and Justin are hit men. They've just completed a job, and are instructed to lie low for a while.
The atmosphere really wins in this story. Chris and Justin have a beautifully characterised relationship, spiky but familiar. Then there's the crappy motel where they decide to stay, with a loopy manager called JC who offers them a free sample of pot as they move in.
And things get quite exciting.
Chris got into the shower and leaned against the tile wall. There was a pretty nasty bruise under his ribs where he’d been tackled by Justin almost 30 hours ago. The kid was fucking big. He’d hit the ground hard, another large bruise on his shoulder, the skin shredded by the concrete. He took off the makeshift bandage, hissing as the water hit the raw skin.
Not much longer now. Andrejczyk had what he wanted, Chris would be done, and Justin would be solo. His eyes stared down at his toes, blinking rapidly. Feet were so ugly. Chris shut off the water, stepped out of the tub. Grabbed another cotton pad out of his bag and taped it to his shoulder.
Chris stopped short at a small scraping noise from behind the door, followed by the sound of springs compressing on his mattress. Chris swore to himself – he had thought he’d be able to hear the chair from the shower. He hesitated a bit at the door, one hand on the towel at his waist. The other reached for the Glock .22 he had set on the sink.
Slow, steady. Chris let his mind focus to a sharp point, and with one swift movement, threw the door open and held out his gun.
Us of Lesser Gods
Pairing: Chris/JC
Author on LJ:
samibeeAuthor Website: unknown
Why this must be read:
This was written for the Dragon Challenge 2009, and is an AU in which Chris and Justin are hit men. They've just completed a job, and are instructed to lie low for a while.
The atmosphere really wins in this story. Chris and Justin have a beautifully characterised relationship, spiky but familiar. Then there's the crappy motel where they decide to stay, with a loopy manager called JC who offers them a free sample of pot as they move in.
And things get quite exciting.
Chris got into the shower and leaned against the tile wall. There was a pretty nasty bruise under his ribs where he’d been tackled by Justin almost 30 hours ago. The kid was fucking big. He’d hit the ground hard, another large bruise on his shoulder, the skin shredded by the concrete. He took off the makeshift bandage, hissing as the water hit the raw skin.
Not much longer now. Andrejczyk had what he wanted, Chris would be done, and Justin would be solo. His eyes stared down at his toes, blinking rapidly. Feet were so ugly. Chris shut off the water, stepped out of the tub. Grabbed another cotton pad out of his bag and taped it to his shoulder.
Chris stopped short at a small scraping noise from behind the door, followed by the sound of springs compressing on his mattress. Chris swore to himself – he had thought he’d be able to hear the chair from the shower. He hesitated a bit at the door, one hand on the towel at his waist. The other reached for the Glock .22 he had set on the sink.
Slow, steady. Chris let his mind focus to a sharp point, and with one swift movement, threw the door open and held out his gun.
Us of Lesser Gods