Oh, I thought it was, yeah, but it's just so... *stares* It's the icon of doom, it's got evol powers, it takes away the brain and eats it preciousss... *stares more*
I don't know how to edit these replies. Seconding seizy(?)'s dialog.
Kohaku-I can see what you mean about Heath looking uncomfortable in a suit. And I can quite imagine that him and Jake leaving the party early, together in either one of their hotel rooms, would give him an excellent incentive to get out of the "damn penguin outfit" in a hurry!
Not one day passes without you giving me a story idea. <3
When I browsed through the pictures over at Heathbaby, I noticed the lack of suit pictures. I found these two while looking for Jake/ Mag pictures from the same event. Imagine my surprise! (I just realised that this may sound as if I grabbed them from Heathbaby... I didn't. I don't remember where I got them from, since I have a lot of sources.)
Anyway, I can see that... Heath being uncomfortable, and Jake leaving with him.
I hope I find time to write tonight. There are a lot of ideas floating around here. <3
I'll reply to your comments over at gyllencest tonight, since I'm in a hurry now. Looking forward to the discussion!
And you are not sad. The one who actually gets story ideas is the genius, I'm just sad. Well, since you say I'm not, I'm not, but still: You. Not. Sad. You. Brilliant. <3
what a great crop! They look so conspiratorial. This explanation just came into my head as I looked at it:
At first, when they run into each other at this event, they are uncomfortable. Not only do they have to make small talk at another industry thing, but they have to act natural while each is thinking about the fact that, in the near future, they are going to be off in the middle of Western Canada, snogging and making sound effects as though they were making hot monkey love. With each other.
Jake decides to take responsibility for breaking the ice. Besides, he can tell that Heath is feeling rather hemmed in by this crowd of suits. So he suggests they ditch off to get a drink together at a quiet little dive around the corner he knows. Heath can tell him all about Australian footie, and he can talk about hockey, and they can shuck their jackets and enjoy a manly, if short, evening at a real bar while their dates air-kiss through the crowd and chat about their gowns. They'll just stay a little while, so they won't be missed.
However, one pitcher of beer turns into several. And Jake doesn't really give a rat's ass about footie. Once he kicks off his formal shoes beneath the table and wiggles his toes, he can't resist a little footsie, the soles of his feet extra-sensitive in the silk socks he only wears to suit and tie affairs. The sensation of every contact is so much more through them, compared to the thick poly-cotton athletic socks he usually wears.
The first accidental stocking-foot brush against the smooth leather of Heath's loafers is a revelation. Jake delights in the sensuous contact, wondering if Heath notices as he lightly moves his right foot back and forth over the top of Heath's left shoe. It's like getting away with masturbating in public. Soon, he craves the feel of Heath's warm skin, and slowly moves his foot up under the hem of Heath's slacks.
Heath leans closer. Soon, a cab is called. The boys wind up in a modest hotel room, Heath relaxes in an armchair, wearing only his white formal shirt, which is now unbuttoned, revealing the old-fashioned sleeveless t-shirt beneath. His knees are spread as wide as the chair allows. He's half-way erect.
Jake sits across from him, in the matching ugly brown stuffed armchair. His shirt is unbuttoned, like Heath's, but he still has his tie on, though it's now draped, unknotted, hanging loose from his collar. He thinks it looks film noir that way.
His slacks are off, for mobility, but he's still wearing his Harry Potter boxers (it's turned out to be a pretty special occasion, after all). One silk-covered foot presses into the floor, for support. The other slides forward and backward beneath Heath's cock.
Heath is drowsy, buzzed, and happy. Jake is gratified to see his eyes pop open and his chin jump off his chest when he turns his foot a little so that the big toe digs into the sensitive area right behind the head of Heath's dick. Jake smiles as he slo-o-o-wly slides his toe along the underside, from the head to into the space between Heath's balls.
Heath sits up and braces his thighs against the inside of the chair for traction. Then he grabs Jake's foot in one hand, and his own dick in the other. Holding them together, he begins to thrust against the top of Jake's size-15 foot. Jake lets Heath control his foot, digs his fingers into the arms of the chair, and stares right into Heath's eyes as Heath comes.
Heath lets his head fall back for a minute. Then he looks at Jake, who has reclaimed his foot, and is peeling off his sticky sock. "You know what? I think this artistic collaboration of ours is going to work out bloody well."
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The next morning, Jake takes a cab home. Kisses Kirsten awake, and sits next to her on their bed. "Asshole," she grumbles.
"You didn't wait around for me, did you?"
"You said you were going to be gone for, like, twenty minutes. Thirty, tops. I almost called the cops. I thought you'd gotten mugged."
"Naw, Heath just took me out on a proper Australian piss-up," Jake chuckled, doing a bad imitation of Heath's accent. "He drank me under the table. We were so trashed, we ended up getting a room at the Best Western...Kiki, don't look at me like that!" He hoped his laugh didn't sound as nervous to her as it did to him.
"You could have called," she sighed. "And you do know you're walking around with one sock on and one sock off, right?"
Thank you! I could not have done it without your inspirational icon. You should post it to Wranglers.
I see I need to fix a couple of typos, then I will repost my drabble to Wranglers tomorrow.
Welcome! I'm frac. I was just checking out kohaku's lj because I was looking on the friends page for Gyllencest com. I'm new to lj, and to rpfic, but not to slash.
I loved the idea, and omg, I loved how something I expected to be one of your discriptions turned into a story. It just got more and more life and it turned out beautifully.
"And what a nice surprise that you posted it here!"
I couldn't have done it without your photos and Joey's icon.
"I loved the idea, and omg, I loved how something I expected to be one of your discriptions turned into a story. It just got more and more life and it turned out beautifully."
I was quite surprised to get the whole idea like that! I wasn't planning to write much. I think it was when I got from footie to footsie, the smut fairy took over. I'll fix a few typos, and post it to Wranglers later.
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Date: 2004-07-20 01:36 pm (UTC)"I totally agree."
*giggles*
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Date: 2004-07-20 01:58 pm (UTC)Yeah, why don't you give me even more ideas than I already have... O.o
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Date: 2004-07-20 11:59 pm (UTC)Kohaku-I can see what you mean about Heath looking uncomfortable in a suit. And I can quite imagine that him and Jake leaving the party early, together in either one of their hotel rooms, would give him an excellent incentive to get out of the "damn penguin outfit" in a hurry!
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Date: 2004-07-21 06:43 am (UTC)Not one day passes without you giving me a story idea. <3
When I browsed through the pictures over at Heathbaby, I noticed the lack of suit pictures. I found these two while looking for Jake/ Mag pictures from the same event. Imagine my surprise! (I just realised that this may sound as if I grabbed them from Heathbaby... I didn't. I don't remember where I got them from, since I have a lot of sources.)
Anyway, I can see that... Heath being uncomfortable, and Jake leaving with him.
I hope I find time to write tonight. There are a lot of ideas floating around here. <3
I'll reply to your comments over at gyllencest tonight, since I'm in a hurry now. Looking forward to the discussion!
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Date: 2004-07-21 04:59 am (UTC)"Oh, come on, Heath! It's not a big deal."
#2: "Oh, alright.."
"You're so easy."
HeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEE.
..okay, that's gonna make itself into an Icon.
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Date: 2004-07-21 05:10 am (UTC)*grin*
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Date: 2004-07-21 06:36 am (UTC)Heeee!
I love this icon! Omg look at their expressions! Hey, a little clever picture crop can totally change the message of a pic.
Omg, so clever. *snogs you*
<3 <3
And I wouldn't call you sad... *glomps*
I have like a million story ideas when I look at them. I'm so sad.
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Date: 2004-07-21 12:29 pm (UTC)<3
And you are not sad. The one who actually gets story ideas is the genius, I'm just sad. Well, since you say I'm not, I'm not, but still: You. Not. Sad. You. Brilliant. <3
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Date: 2004-07-21 01:11 pm (UTC)<3 <3 <3
I only have ideas now, somehow I need to convince myself to actually write them down. Reluctant, these new muses.
*loves you very very very much*
*kissessmooches*
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Date: 2004-07-22 05:06 pm (UTC)At first, when they run into each other at this event, they are uncomfortable. Not only do they have to make small talk at another industry thing, but they have to act natural while each is thinking about the fact that, in the near future, they are going to be off in the middle of Western Canada, snogging and making sound effects as though they were making hot monkey love. With each other.
Jake decides to take responsibility for breaking the ice. Besides, he can tell that Heath is feeling rather hemmed in by this crowd of suits. So he suggests they ditch off to get a drink together at a quiet little dive around the corner he knows. Heath can tell him all about Australian footie, and he can talk about hockey, and they can shuck their jackets and enjoy a manly, if short, evening at a real bar while their dates air-kiss through the crowd and chat about their gowns. They'll just stay a little while, so they won't be missed.
However, one pitcher of beer turns into several. And Jake doesn't really give a rat's ass about footie. Once he kicks off his formal shoes beneath the table and wiggles his toes, he can't resist a little footsie, the soles of his feet extra-sensitive in the silk socks he only wears to suit and tie affairs. The sensation of every contact is so much more through them, compared to the thick poly-cotton athletic socks he usually wears.
The first accidental stocking-foot brush against the smooth leather of Heath's loafers is a revelation. Jake delights in the sensuous contact, wondering if Heath notices as he lightly moves his right foot back and forth over the top of Heath's left shoe. It's like getting away with masturbating in public. Soon, he craves the feel of Heath's warm skin, and slowly moves his foot up under the hem of Heath's slacks.
Heath leans closer. Soon, a cab is called. The boys wind up in a modest hotel room, Heath relaxes in an armchair, wearing only his white formal shirt, which is now unbuttoned, revealing the old-fashioned sleeveless t-shirt beneath. His knees are spread as wide as the chair allows. He's half-way erect.
Jake sits across from him, in the matching ugly brown stuffed armchair. His shirt is unbuttoned, like Heath's, but he still has his tie on, though it's now draped, unknotted, hanging loose from his collar. He thinks it looks film noir that way.
His slacks are off, for mobility, but he's still wearing his Harry Potter boxers (it's turned out to be a pretty special occasion, after all). One silk-covered foot presses into the floor, for support. The other slides forward and backward beneath Heath's cock.
Heath is drowsy, buzzed, and happy. Jake is gratified to see his eyes pop open and his chin jump off his chest when he turns his foot a little so that the big toe digs into the sensitive area right behind the head of Heath's dick. Jake smiles as he slo-o-o-wly slides his toe along the underside, from the head to into the space between Heath's balls.
Heath sits up and braces his thighs against the inside of the chair for traction. Then he grabs Jake's foot in one hand, and his own dick in the other. Holding them together, he begins to thrust against the top of Jake's size-15 foot. Jake lets Heath control his foot, digs his fingers into the arms of the chair, and stares right into Heath's eyes as Heath comes.
Heath lets his head fall back for a minute. Then he looks at Jake, who has reclaimed his foot, and is peeling off his sticky sock. "You know what? I think this artistic collaboration of ours is going to work out bloody well."
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Date: 2004-07-22 05:08 pm (UTC)The next morning, Jake takes a cab home. Kisses Kirsten awake, and sits next to her on their bed. "Asshole," she grumbles.
"You didn't wait around for me, did you?"
"You said you were going to be gone for, like, twenty minutes. Thirty, tops. I almost called the cops. I thought you'd gotten mugged."
"Naw, Heath just took me out on a proper Australian piss-up," Jake chuckled, doing a bad imitation of Heath's accent. "He drank me under the table. We were so trashed, we ended up getting a room at the Best Western...Kiki, don't look at me like that!" He hoped his laugh didn't sound as nervous to her as it did to him.
"You could have called," she sighed. "And you do know you're walking around with one sock on and one sock off, right?"
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Date: 2004-07-22 05:46 pm (UTC)That was awesome. Awe-some.
*saves*
<3
Oh, yes, hello. We haven't met. I'm Joey.
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Date: 2004-07-22 10:27 pm (UTC)I see I need to fix a couple of typos, then I will repost my drabble to Wranglers tomorrow.
Welcome! I'm frac. I was just checking out kohaku's lj because I was looking on the friends page for Gyllencest com. I'm new to lj, and to rpfic, but not to slash.
happy slashing!
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Date: 2004-07-23 04:21 am (UTC)Oo, new LJ and RPfic but not slash. Excuse me, might I get permission to friend you? *pushes Icon that way*
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Date: 2004-07-23 08:55 am (UTC)And what a nice surprise that you posted it here!
I loved the idea, and omg, I loved how something I expected to be one of your discriptions turned into a story. It just got more and more life and it turned out beautifully.
Thank you so much.
Fantastic. Really. <3
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Date: 2004-07-23 09:39 am (UTC)"And what a nice surprise that you posted it here!"
I couldn't have done it without your photos and Joey's icon.
"I loved the idea, and omg, I loved how something I expected to be one of your discriptions turned into a story. It just got more and more life and it turned out beautifully."
I was quite surprised to get the whole idea like that! I wasn't planning to write much. I think it was when I got from footie to footsie, the smut fairy took over. I'll fix a few typos, and post it to Wranglers later.
Thank you!
(I replied to Joey using lj mail notification)