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...And Some Parts to a Mustang GT (PG) by Rainbeaux Sue
Fandom: POPSLASH
Pairing: Chris/Lance
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rainbeaux
Author Website:http://rainbeaux.livejournal.com/
Why this must be read:
This fic, written for last year's MTYG challenge, never fails to make me smile. Chris, disgruntled that Lance is 'deserting' him to spend Christmas with his family, is surprised to find that he's the recipient of a sequence of presents that starts with a box of pears and a Partridge Family video. Joey, meanwhile, is gleeful in anticipation of the invasion of unwanted birds and other inconvenient stuff, and increasingly frustrated when the presents don't turn out to be as much of a nuisance as he had expected.
It's a lighthearted and frothy little fic, but the conversations between Chris and Joey are just wonderful.
And eventually, it becomes clear who actually sent the gifts.
Joey tossed the singing bird-call clock onto the sofa, sulking. "You can turn it off! And you don't have to clean its shit off your porch! It's not remotely obnoxious enough. This is all cute and sweet and shit. The only person who'd do this without it being obnoxious is Lance, and I know it's not Lance because he told me what he was getting you and it wasn't any of this bullshit."
Chris folded his arms. "Is it killing you that bad that someone's doing something nice for me?"
Joey rolled his eyes. "No. It's just killing me that someone's taking the best trouble-making opportunity ever and wasting it on good intentions."
... And Some Parts to a Mustang GT
Pairing: Chris/Lance
Author on LJ:
rainbeauxAuthor Website:http://rainbeaux.livejournal.com/
Why this must be read:
This fic, written for last year's MTYG challenge, never fails to make me smile. Chris, disgruntled that Lance is 'deserting' him to spend Christmas with his family, is surprised to find that he's the recipient of a sequence of presents that starts with a box of pears and a Partridge Family video. Joey, meanwhile, is gleeful in anticipation of the invasion of unwanted birds and other inconvenient stuff, and increasingly frustrated when the presents don't turn out to be as much of a nuisance as he had expected.
It's a lighthearted and frothy little fic, but the conversations between Chris and Joey are just wonderful.
And eventually, it becomes clear who actually sent the gifts.
Joey tossed the singing bird-call clock onto the sofa, sulking. "You can turn it off! And you don't have to clean its shit off your porch! It's not remotely obnoxious enough. This is all cute and sweet and shit. The only person who'd do this without it being obnoxious is Lance, and I know it's not Lance because he told me what he was getting you and it wasn't any of this bullshit."
Chris folded his arms. "Is it killing you that bad that someone's doing something nice for me?"
Joey rolled his eyes. "No. It's just killing me that someone's taking the best trouble-making opportunity ever and wasting it on good intentions."
... And Some Parts to a Mustang GT
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