Hmmmm...

*pokes around*Damn.. been a while since I was here.*rolls up sleeves and stares at 'Update Box'*Nothing much has changed. Life is good here in my little corner. *Sends hugs to the rest of the world*

Hmmmm...

*pokes around*Damn.. been a while since I was here.*rolls up sleeves and stares at 'Update Box'*Nothing much has changed. Life is good here in my little corner. *Sends hugs to the rest of the world*

Sick Day - VM/KU

Title: Sick Day (AKA: Vicky takes a vacation)Authors: linden_jay & darknight999 Fandom: LotR Rating: Adult Pairing: VM/KU - With a cameo by Dennis and Vicky Hopper Disclaimer: Like we really know anything, about anybody... Lies, all lies!! No harm meant!!Summary: Dennis is sick. No, not like that. Okay... exactly like that. Takes place in the Tattoo Series Universe. Sometime after Special Recipe and Poolside Trauma. Karl's leg bounces as he sits in the back seat of the taxi. He drums his fingers on his knee and shifts slightly, huffing before speaking, "you go any faster?" "Yeah, if I want to get a ticket. Hold your horses, we'll be there in a bit." Hold my horses.... That's the problem, I've been holding my own horse - for six bloody weeks. Karl thinks with an internal grumble. Viggo filming in London and me traipsing back and forth to Canada. He shifts again as the mere thought of his lover and mate makes his already stiff cock throb and he dry swallows. He'd already tried to call when his flight landed, but the battery on his mobile had gone out earlier that morning and his charger was packed. He drums his fingers harder. Finally at the house, Karl jumps out of the car and shoves money at the driver as he grabs bags and stumble runs toward the door. He considers undoing his jeans as he runs, the only thing that stops him is the bags he's currently clutching in his arms and since he has a few presents for Viggo he doesn't want to just throw them down in the yard. He figures it'll be at least a day, maybe two before they surface once he gets to Viggo and he's not sure the neighbors wouldn't steal the suitcases. Reaching the door, he almost cries when it's snatched open and he whimpers at the sight of his beautiful Viggo. Tossing the bags inside as he crosses the threshold, Karl grabs Viggo and slams him into the foyer wall, one hand scrabbling for buttons and zippers and shirt hems as he kisses him, plundering his mouth and groaning with need. Viggo writhes back against Karl as he's put into the wall, trying to speak, even though the words are completely lost in the kiss. His hands move to Karl's, grabbing at them and holding on... or trying to at least. "Schtop.." Karl mumbles, frowning as he kisses harder and tries to get loose from Viggo's hands and find naked, quickly. "Horny, need, oh fuck.. need." He mutters mumbles into Viggo's mouth. "Karl, I-" Viggo's words are cut off by another kiss, his body rocking up against Karl's once again as Karl's hands get free for a moment and start moving over him. "Need to tell-""Yeah yeah, love you too.. need - dick - yours - now.." Karl says, chest burning with the need to breathe as he finally pulls back and gulps air, eyes dark. "Need to tell you I love you too.." "No, no, I think he's trying to say he needs to tell you that you two have company," Dennis says with a smile, rocking on his toes and staring up at the men from a few inches away. Karl screams and jumps, doing a decent impression of a little girl seeing a large spider. "What!?" Viggo just about falls as Karl jumps, his head jerking back against the wall with a resounding 'thunk'. "Karl...Dennis is here," he says wryly, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his head. "Why? Why?" Karl looks between the two mouth opening and closing. "What?" Dennis squints at Karl and then looks at Viggo. "He looks bad, bit pale. He may be sick too." He snugs the blanket tighter around him."What?" Karl stammers. "Karl's not sick, Dennis. You're not sick, Dennis." The faint thread of impatience in Viggo's voice indicates that this is something he might have repeated a time or twenty. "I tried to call your cell," he says, going back to Karl again."My throat feels scratchy," Dennis says in a whine and then peers at Karl again. "I'm trying to not get sick. Vicky is sick, I came here to not get sick." Karl blinks between the two and then settles on looking at Viggo. "Dead. Mobile. Dead." He clears his throat, desperately wishing that his brain would engage, but knowing that it would probably require at least some of the blood currently still in his cock to begin to circulate again. "Dennis," he starts in a patient voice. "I've not seen Viggo in a while..." "Well if the tonsil swabbing was any indication, you missed him." Dennis glances down. "Your fly is open." "Eyes up, Dennis," Viggo says, his tone sounding patient, if a little forced. Shifting so he's blocking the front of Karl's pants, his eyes dart down quickly to see if Karl'd gotten his pants lowered or if he was safe. "Here," he says, reaching into his pocket and holding something out to Dennis. "You can have another lozenge. Go watch TV," he orders."I liked the strawberry ones better," Dennis whines and takes the lozenge as he moves toward the living room. Karl looks at Viggo. "How long?" "He just showed up on the doorstep with an overnight bag and a note from Vicky," Viggo leans back against the wall again, sighing as his head hits the wall, slower this time. "I swear, I don't know if she's actually sick or just wanted him out of the house.""Was the note pinned to his shirt with a ten dollar bill?" Karl asks in a hard huffed laugh. "Fuck," he murmurs and then looks at Viggo. "She's not sick. She's wanting a vacation from the crazy assed bloody bastard." Karl squints toward the living room as the sound of things being blown up rises from the television. He turns back to Viggo and his expression softens. "Christ I missed you." "She's got him convinced that she's highly contagious and just needs rest, and he's gone all hypochondriac, convinced he's got it or can stave it off if he tries hard enough. I've had to hide the vitamin C from him after I caught him taking his sixth chewable tablet in succession," Viggo sighs one more time, then steps forward, wrapping his arms around Karl's waist. "I missed you... I did try to call so at least you'd have some warning." Nuzzling into Viggo's neck, Karl pulls him close, the smell of the man making him weak. "God.." he whispers. "Is there any more juice?" Dennis yells from the other room. Karl groans. "We could drug him.""He's Dennis-Fucking-Hopper, Karl... just due to the amount of drugs he did in the sixties alone, you'd need a handful of elephant tranquilizers and a stun gun just to get him drowsy," Viggo hisses back. "If there is, it's in the fridge," he calls over his shoulder to Dennis. "It'd be worth it," Karl says against the warm skin of Viggo's throat and licks up it, cock jumping at the taste. "Can we go to a hotel?" Dennis coughs, though it sounds surprisingly like a laugh. "I'm feeling a bit dizzy. Can you get it?" Ignoring Dennis for the moment, Viggo groans, pulling Karl in a little tighter. "Karl, I love you. I can't even find words to describe how much... but I am not leaving that man alone in our house, especially when he thinks he's got... whatever it is Vicky told him she's got. I know I'm not about to win any neatness awards, but the last time he got into things, I had to call two different cleaning services. Because the first one stepped into the kitchen, and walked back out the door." "I hate Vicky," Karl hisses, eyes squinted. "I will guarantee she's laid up in bed watching movies, eating take out and drinking red wine." He takes a breath and then breathes warm against Viggo's lips. "We can - be quiet...." Right now, Viggo isn't terribly fond of either Vicky or Dennis, a feeling that's not lessening any, the more he feels Karl's breath against his lips, his cock pressing up against his hip. It's been a long six weeks. "Have we ever been quiet in our lives?" he murmurs back, trailing his mouth across Karl's cheek, teeth tugging gently at his ear. "Uunngh, I.. bloody fuck," Karl pulls back, eyes dark and jaw tight. His next words are gritted out through clenched teeth. "You can fuck me. Don't even have to flip me for it." He leans in, the words a damp puff of breath against Viggo's ear. "I'll get on my hands and knees and let you fuck me - hard.." "What are you...ew," Dennis says, nose wrinkled up and blanket dragging behind him. "You two aren't through rubbing about yet? Karl your pants are still undone." Dennis smiles wide. Viggo's fingers dig in, hanging on tightly to Karl, less for any romantic reason, and more to keep Karl from lunging at Dennis and trying to kill him. "Dennis..." he warns, turning his head to the side and glaring at his ... friend. "What? They are." Dennis coughs and looks at the men. "I'm ordering pizza. You two in?" Karl concentrates on breathing, eyes narrowed. "No, thank you," he says in an evenly modulated voice and then turns to Viggo. "Hard." He repeats and considers going next door to the neighbors and asking to borrow a gun. "You can get pizza, but you can't get your own juice?" Viggo mutters under his breath, not letting go of Karl. "Karl, it's been a long trip... I'm sure you're tired. Why don't you go upstairs and rest," he suggests. "I'm sure Dennis can keep himself busy.""Yeah, uh - tired." Karl glares at Dennis. "Feel better if I don't see you before you leave." "Vic said she'd call when she was feeling better. Might be a while." Dennis cackles and Karl's jaw tightens. "Come upstairs and let me show you what I brought you Vig?" He asks and reaches for the bag at his feet. "I've got it," Viggo says, picking the bag up himself and trying not to shudder at the all-too-familiar cackle. Karl starts toward the stairs and then grabs at his pants as they slide down. Raising his chin in the most dignified manner he can, he stomps up the stairs. Still laughing, Dennis wanders back to the living room to find the phone and order Pizza Hut. "He sets my kitchen on fire..." Viggo narrows his eyes and watches Dennis go into the living room, then turns back and takes the stairs two at a time, following after Karl. Tossing his bag (more or less gently) onto the floor as he strides into the bedroom, he walks straight over and into Karl's arms, his hands moving up through Karl's hair as he pulls him into a deep kiss. Moaning a low needy sound, Karl bucks against Viggo, pressing tighter as he opens to the kiss. Quitting my career, staying home, and never leaving.. The thoughts trail through his lust addled mind as he begins to tug and pull at his clothes. This time, Viggo doesn't even come close to trying to stop Karl, sliding his fingers in underneath his lover's shirt and tugging it up over his head, his fingers raking over his body as soon as he's got access. "I missed you," he breathes. "Bloody fuck I missed you," Karl breathes out as he lifts his legs, stepping in place to rid himself of his pants. "Lube? Lube. Where do we keep the lube?" He looks around wildly, chuckling. "It hasn't been that long," Viggo says, worn jeans slipping down to the floor only moments after Karl's. "Bedside table, chest at the bottom of the bed, between the pillows..." he trails off, stalking after Karl and smoothing his hands over his ass, pulling him in close."Bathroom drawer, hall closet, kitchen pantry," Karl laughs out in a breathless voice and turns to scramble onto the bed, knees spread and back arched. He moans, long hair hanging down around his face as he looks over his shoulder. "It's been forever.." "Absolutely forever," Viggo agrees, his voice dropping to a rasp as he crawls up on the bed behind Karl, bottle of lube already in his hand. "I should have come with you... wish I'd been able to.""I'm going to quit, go to work down on Pacific at the Burger King." Karl huffs and pushes back, moaning with the need to feel Viggo."Do you have any fast food experience? I don't know if you're qualified for that job," Viggo chuckles, slicking his fingers and teasing them gently over his entrance before starting a slow, deliberate push inside."I - oh god - I'd look good in - oh god - one of those little paper hats," Karl moans and spreads his legs further. "Enough, c'mon, c'mon. I'll - fuck - I'll sit in ice later, fuck me now!"Viggo wants to protest, wants to drag this out some more, (and more than that, he'd like to actually be able to fuck Karl again later, instead of the whole sitting on ice thing) but his cock just has other ideas. He holds out just long enough to get the bare minimum of prep accomplished, grabbing the lube again with his free hand and liberally slicking his cock. Barely a breath after he drags his fingers away, he's moving right in behind Karl and starting to press inside him, gasping as he feels Karl's body tensing around him."Ah fuck," Karl says, gulping a breath and hanging his head down. He breathes in quick pants, forcing his body to accept Viggo as he rocks back."Double sausage and mushrooms good with you two!" Dennis hollers up the stairs.Growling low under his breath, Viggo closes his eyes and ignores Dennis until he's buried inside Karl. "Get whatever you want, Dennis," he hollers over his shoulder, doing his best to keep his voice measured. "Remember... he has weapons, Karl, and some idiot trained him how to use them.""Ham maybe," Dennis calls back and then falls silent.Karl shakes his head. "He's - in - insane." The words slide and hitch into a groan as Viggo enters him. He feels the man's heartbeat inside of him and whimpers. "Fuck - fuck him - but fuck me now!"Insane... tell me something I don't know, I've known him a lot longer than you. Viggo's not interested in wasting any more breath on Dennis right now though, so the thought stays unvoiced. Leaning forward, he plants a kiss against Karl's shoulder blade, linking their fingers together as he starts to thrust forward, picking up speed and intensity quickly.Karl meets every thrust, grunting with the jolts as Viggo moves in and over him. "Oh fuck yeah - oh.." He stammers, trembling.Tightening his grip on Karl's hands, Viggo presses as close to Karl as he can, not wanting to be any farther from him than he absolutely has to be. He pants for breath, lips moving over his shoulders and the nape of his neck, fighting a losing battle to hold out as long as possible.The heat pooling in his groin makes Karl whimper and rock back harder. "Fuck - need.. oh..." He pulls their clasped hands under him, reaching for his throbbing cock.Keeping his fingers laced with Karl's, Viggo closes their hands around Karl's cock, strokes quickly matching the pace of their bodies. "Karl... God, Karl, please... I need to feel you," he gasps, barely holding on.Nodding and bucking, Karl huffs and grunts, feeling his orgasm start to build and claw into him. "Oh.. fuck fuck..""You want thick or thi.. Jesus CHRIST!" Dennis screams out from the open doorway.Okay--Dennis Hopper, screaming from the doorway--really not a turn on. But it's also a distraction, and Viggo needed pretty much all the focus he had to keep holding on for as long as he had, which means he's coming now, Dennis in the doorway or not. Letting out a yell, his hand tightens even more on Karl's cock as he pulses and comes, spilling deep inside his lover."My eyes!" Dennis squeals."What the fuck.. oh god - fuck," Karl tries to process that fact that Dennis is yelping and running in place in the 'god damn who left the door open' doorway as his orgasm rips through him and he twist tugs his cock, coming in hard shudders.Viggo's still gasping for breath when he whips his head around to stare at Dennis, eyes narrowing dangerously. "What the hell are you doing?" he demands."You - um - the door was open! I was.." Dennis suddenly grins. "Hey," he points. "Karl's turn, huh? Way to take it like a man, Karl!"It's only by the grace of god and the fact of Viggo's cock impaling him that Karl doesn't lunge off of the bed and beat Dennis to a pulp once and for all, and the pesky problem of him being a really decent guy when he's not watching them fuck. "You watched us fuck!?" Karl practically screams."No! I just - I - do you want thick or thin crust?" Dennis says."Dennis! What part of 'get whatever you want' is currently unclear?" Viggo says, his hands moving to rest on Karl's hips in lieu of his own."Fine! I'm ordering double cheese!" Dennis says and snatches at the blanket, turning and stomping down the hallway."Now we really have to move..." Karl mutters."How long do you think he stood there for?" Viggo's still staring over at the doorframe looking shocked."Viggo," Karl says patiently. "This is the same man that watched, and I might add - AND taped a commentary over a tape of us fucking..." Shaking his head and groaning, Viggo very carefully pulls out of Karl and flops down onto his back, covering his eyes with his forearm. "Son of a bitch..." he mutters, trailing off."Yeah, he is, but what?" Karl rolls, scooting a bit to get away from the wet spot as he lays his head against Viggo's sweat damp skin."Not him... well, yes him, but..." dragging his arm down and away from his face, Viggo sighs and looks over at Karl. "Now I really want some pizza."Karl lifts his head and looks at his lover. "Oh fuck, you're as bloody insane as he is! It IS catching!" He snorts out a chuckle that turns into a full on gale of laughter.Meanwhile a few miles away..."Brian, you cheeky little monkey," Vicky Hopper says to the television and grins as she pours another glass of excellent merlot. Taking a sip she leans and studies the box of chocolates before choosing a hazelnut truffle and sitting back with a happy sigh. As the next episode of "Queer as Folk" - UK edition starts up she aims the remote and turns the volume up. She glances at the stack of DVD's and calculates a second before smiling. "I think, I've got enough to keep me sick for two, maybe three days," she murmurs, snickering and sipping her wine.

Ceasar...

Meme day!

Not tagging anyone. jay_linden did it so I wanted tooooo. Mwah! 1 .) Where were you when the ball dropped for 2006? Snugged up with my Katie and then probably online with friends! 2 .) How did you get the idea for your LJ name? From Katie calling me her Dark Knight… *scuffs* 3 .) What are you listening to right now? Switchfoot - The Beautiful Letdown 4 .) Has the death of a celebrity ever made you cry? Sad yeah, cry? Not that I remember… 5 .) What color underwear/boxers are you wearing? Um.. None… 6 .) Do you live in a zoo? No a box 7 .) What did you do this morning? Showered, made coffee, made breakfast for Katie, came in to work… 8 .) Where do you work? Tattoo parlor (am a body piercer) 9 .) What ended your last relationship? Jealousy 10 .) What are the last two digits of your phone number? 28 11 .) What was the last concert you attended? How sad is it I can't even remember.. Damnnnn… 12 .) Who was with you? Wold have been Katie or Wiet 13 .) What was the last movie you watched? TV: Half watched Ice Age last night. Theatre: PotC II 14 .) What do you dislike at the moment? Stupid psycho hose beast people.. 15 .) What food do you crave right now? Hmmm.. None 16 .) Did you dream last night? Nope 17 .) What was the last TV show you watched? Had MTV on this morning while I got dressed.. 18 .) What is your favorite piece of jewelry? Silver chain necklace/collar 19 .) Name someone on your Top 8 who is just like you? *head tilt* huh? 20 .) What is the last thing you ate? Papaya 21 .) Best friend of opposite sex? Wiet 22 .) Who last IMed you? jay_linden 23 .) Are you on any medication? Yes.. Ugh.. 24 .) What side of the bed do you sleep on? Left usually, but mostly whatever space Katie leaves me. 25 .) What color shirt are you wearing? Black 26 .) what color is your razor? Black 27 .) What is your favorite frozen treat? Blueberries and grapes 28 .) How many tattoos/piercing do you have? *sporfle* How much time do you have? Eight Tats, numerous piercings. 29 .) What're your favorite stores? Sam's, Borders 30 .) Are you thirsty right now? Nope.. *sips coffee* 31 .) Can you imagine yourself ever getting married? Hopefully.. *eyes American politicians* But you know, you have to watch us gay folks that want to marry, we breed like bunnies…better not encourage us. 32 .) Who's someone you haven't seen in a while and miss? Wiet, Bobby 33 .) What did you do last night? Played online.. Hung out with Katie. 34 .) Do you care what people think about you? Nope 35 .) Have you ever done something to instigate trouble? *snort*.. Yeah.. Ask around.. Hehehehehe.. 36 .) Do you like your nose? Yep 37 .) What color is your bedroom? White 38 .) When was the last time you worked out? Yesterday 39 .) Do you like pedicures? NO.. But I like when Katie gets them.. Mmmm.. Toes. 40 .) Where do you live? Atlanta 41 .) Are you an aggressive driver? Good lord yes. 42 .) Who is your cell phone carrier? Cingular 43 .) Do you like the person who posted this last? Yesssssssssssss!!! jay_linden is my Goose! 44 .) Do you know their Birthday? Yes! May.. Um.. The 10th!! 45 .) What is the thing you'd want to change most about yourself? Be more patient and not as outraged by idiots that mess with my friends just to be bullies 46 .) What color is your car? RED! 47 .) What do you smell like right now? Katie 48 .) What is your favorite color? White and black 49 .) Do you like mustard? Yep 50 .) What do you tell yourself when times get hard? It'll pass, just keep breathing and moving forward. 51 .) Would you ever sky dive? Yep 52 .) What do you sleep ON? Bed 53 .) What character from a movie/TV most reminds you of yourself? None that I can think of.. 54 .) Have you ever bid for something on ebay? Yep 55 .) What do you think of Angelina Jolie having a baby? hehe Oh! You mean the REAL Angelina.. Oh.. Cool. Hope moms and pops and babe are fabu.. 56 .) Do you enjoy giving hugs? Yep.. 57 .) Would you consider yourself to be fashionable? Nope 58 .) Do you own a digital camera? Nah 59 .) What celebrities have you been compared to? One of the Weasley twins.. With less hair…. Shut up.. *grumbles* 60 .) Who is your favorite Star Wars character? *shrugs* Haven't really watched it.. Bits and pieces only.. But Darth Vader had a cool robe!! 61 .) Does it annoy you when someone says they'll call but never do? nope.. Usually I forget. 62 .) What books, if any, have made you cry? Oh god.. Half of what I read.. ANYthing by Paulo Coelho, Ishmael by Daniel Quinn everytime I read it and others… 63 .) Are you a jealous person? Nope.. I hate jealousy.. I am territorial and protective as hell.. But not jealous 64 .) Do you ever feel guilty after eating meat? I am vegan - don't eat meat or dairy 65 .) If you were born the opposite sex what would your name be? According to my Momma - Robert, but if I got to name me as a boy - maybe Kevin 66 .) would you...you know, 69? *snort*..um.. 67 .) Where did you get your default pic? The one right now was made just today by the fabulous: fiercy! 68 .) What exactly are you wearing right now? cut offs and a black t-shirt, red hi-top converses 69 .) What are your current problems? Problems are only challenges we have yet to meet and defeat 70 .) What makes you the most happy? Katie, family, friends and a really good cup of coffee 71 .) If you could go back in time and change something would you? prolly 72 .) Name something obvious about you: I'm redheaded 73 .) What's the name of the song that you're listening to? Oohh.. Cd has changed.. Listening to Alanis Morissette now: You Learn 74 .) Any celeb you would marry? Angelina Jolie, Gina Gershon.. *guhs and wibbles* Um.. *whispers* and Sean Bean if I didn't have to deal with his boy parts and could just look at him and listen to him talk…. 75 .) Name someone with the same birthday as you. Not sure…. 76 .) Do you have a crush on someone? Yep.. My sweetie Katie 77 .) Ever sang in front of a large audience? NO.. Good lord NO! 78 .) What do you usually order from Starbucks? Coffee- Breakfast Blend, black, tall 79 .) Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity? nope 80 .) Do you still watch kiddy movies or kiddie TV shows? Sometimes.. I love animated movies, Shrek, Ice Age, Madagascar, etc… 81 .) Do you speak any other languages? I can ask for sex and drugs in a few… 82 .) What magazines do you read? Prick, Savage, Flash (All tat mags) 83 .) Have you ever ridden in a limo? Yep - my father's funeral.. I sat on the floor and ate peanuts (was a wee kidlet) 84 .) Has anyone you've been really close with passed away? Yep 85 .) Do you ever watch MTV? Yep 86 .) What's something that really annoys you? Bullies, bitchy stupid people, intolerance, whiners 87 .) Nickname(s): Jesser, Jezbell 88 .) Current location: Shop front counter 89 .) Eye color: muddy green 90 .) Do you get along with your parents? Yep.. I ADORE my Momma and Gran'pa 91 .) Are your parents married/separated/divorced? Mom is widow 92 .) Do you have any siblings? Yep.. Older Bro and younger sis 93 .) ice cream favorite? Don't eat it.. But when I did Butter Pecan.. Mmmmm 94 .) Season? Fall!! 95 .) Shampoo/conditioner? Sauve Lavender shampoo 96 .) Sing in the shower? Badly and off key 97 .) write on your hand? Yep 98 .) Call people back? sometimes 99 .) Believe in love? Hell yes! 100 .) Have any bad habits? Hell yes! 101 .) Broken a bone? Yep 102 .) Gotten stitches? Yep 103 .) Taken painkillers? Yep 104 .) Gone SCUBA diving? Nope 105 .) Been stung by a bee? yep 106 .) Thrown up in a restaurant? NO 107 .) Been to overnight camp? Yeah.. And I wandered off and they called my momma to come get me the next day. 108 .) Sworn in front of your parents? Yep and got whapped for it 109 .) Had detention? Pretty much every year I was in school 110 .) Been sent to the principal's office? All the time 111 .) Been called a hoe? Nope.. Dyke yes.. Hoe no 112 .) Been called a stank-ass mongoloid elf-tit lookin' sonofabitch? Not lately 113 .) Person to text you? Katie 114 .) What did it say? always 115 .) Person to call you? Random customer asking if we are open.. Um.. Yeah… 116 .) Person you hugged? Katie 117 .) Person you tackled? Wiet last time he was in town 118 .) Thing you touched? keyboard.. Ehhe.. Phone and coffee cup 119 .) Thing you ate? papaya 120 .) Thing you drank? coffee 121 .) Thing you said? "Have a good one. Shut up Chan." … pretty much normal conversation around here

Hehehe..

After a conversation this morning with owlgrey where I described My Katie and I as Katie having a tiger on a string with me.. I may have fangs and claws.. but she leads me around nonetheless... I realized that I describe us that way a lot, so I made a manip and yes yes it's not a GOOD manip, I suck at them, but - ta da:

Queen Jess....

This meme is a hoot on so many levels.. I can’t even tell you how funny this is to me, especially now!!Bwhawawa!!!If You Ruled the Land . . . by wackyweaselYour first name:How you gained your rule:Military coup, of course! They never saw it coming . . .Walked in and took the throne while they were at lunchRightful heir!!Strategic poisoning . . .Mind controlAsked for it really nicely, 'pretty please'No idea . . .Your title is:The High Grand PoobahYour symbol is:a red dragon - fiery and hot, like you!You rule from:a clear, crystalline palace, and change in the basementAt your side is:the band who plays your theme songYour enforcers, troops, and guards are all:fanservicey cat-peopleYour most popular law is:Jell-O is a vegetableYour least popular law is:Electro-shock collars for stupid peopleYour worst enemy is:hobbled by their own insecurity and psychosis!Your popularity rating is:: 74%Your chance of being overthrown is:: 100%Quiz created with MemeGen!

Queen Jess....

This meme is a hoot on so many levels.. I can’t even tell you how funny this is to me, especially now!!Bwhawawa!!!If You Ruled the Land . . . by wackyweaselYour first name:How you gained your rule:Military coup, of course! They never saw it coming . . .Walked in and took the throne while they were at lunchRightful heir!!Strategic poisoning . . .Mind controlAsked for it really nicely, 'pretty please'No idea . . .Your title is:The High Grand PoobahYour symbol is:a red dragon - fiery and hot, like you!You rule from:a clear, crystalline palace, and change in the basementAt your side is:the band who plays your theme songYour enforcers, troops, and guards are all:fanservicey cat-peopleYour most popular law is:Jell-O is a vegetableYour least popular law is:Electro-shock collars for stupid peopleYour worst enemy is:hobbled by their own insecurity and psychosis!Your popularity rating is:: 74%Your chance of being overthrown is:: 100%Quiz created with MemeGen!

Un-Birthday fic for HickoryNut - Mwah!

Title: Missing Karl Fandom: LotR Rating: PG-13Pairing: KU/CP Disclaimer: Like I really know anything, about anybody... Lies, all lies!! No harm meant!!Summary: Craig misses Karl500 words written with love for hickorynut’s Un-Birthday! A lovely idea by willowwingIn the dim evening light of the room, Craig turns his head and stares at the door where he had last seen Karl, the door that Karl had last walked through.Craig reaches and wipes his hand over his face. He thinks about what Karl tastes like, smells like. He sighs and lays his arm over his face, crook of his elbow covering his eyes and keeping the sight of the door away. It had been so good, when Karl was here it had been …. perfect. He almost whimpers with the loss, remembering.Laying on his side, Craig looks over his shoulder, his hand going to catch his lover’s, pulling it tighter around him. He whines out and slides his knee higher up as the slow languid rolls of Karl’s hips push scrapes across his prostate sending flares of white sparking behind his eyes. “Perfect.” He murmurs.“Mmm, always.” Karl says, voice a sighed rumble as he drags his tongue between Craig’s shoulder blades. His thumb and finger find the hard peak of nipple and he twists, pinching lightly as he continues to thrust. “God, Karl, mmmm.” Craig pushes back greedily wanting everything. He slides his hand down to cup his aching cock, fingers moving along the under curve of it, creating the barest friction as he rocks with his lover.Karl chuckles and digs his toes into the sheet, getting leverage as his movements speed up. “Yeah.” He murmurs.With a huffed laugh, Craig begins stroking his length, faster and harder. He feels Karl’s breath as warm puffs of air on the back of his neck and the slight sounds from the man add fuel to the fire beginning to rage in him. “Yeah, god yeah.” He mutters, pressing back onto Karl and then forward into the tight grip of his own hand.The coil of orgasm tightens in his gut and he whimpers. He can feel the edge, the razor sharp cut of release right there.. right…“Craig!” Karl says, walking back into the bedroom. “Get up and get showered.” He moves to the bed and leans over, his hair damp and skin smelling of the citrus soap that Craig buys. “We’re already running late.”Lifting his arms, Craig wraps them around Karl’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “But what a good reason to be late, hmm?”“Mmhmm yes but,” Karl stands, untangling his lover’s arms and moving away from the bed, rumpled from their earlier romp. “The reservations are for eight and we need to hurry. Get up.” He smiles and runs his hand down Craig’s chest, wrinkling his nose a bit. “You’re sweaty and sticky, bath - now.” He says with a laugh and walks to pick up his tie. “I’ll see you downstairs.”Craig watches him go. “I’ll miss you.” He says and then chuckles, shaking his head at himself as he climbs out of the bed and heads for the shower.

Fab,

Love, Jess and all our pupsPS: My friends have GOT to stop having shit days... Fab, I'm with you babe. A wee redheaded army of one.

Special Recipe - VM/KU

Title: Special Recipe Authors: linden_jay & darknight999 Fandom: LotR Rating: Adult Pairing: VM/KU - With a cameo by Dennis and Vicky Hopper Disclaimer: Like we really know anything, about anybody... Lies, all lies!! No harm meant!!Summary: Cooking and stuff… AN: This was written in honor of Dennis Hopper's birthday, which was May 17th. Takes place in the Tattoo Series Universe. Sometime after Poolside Trauma. "Okay." Karl says, chewing his lip and staring at the piece of paper. "This is the recipe that Vicky emailed." He glances up at Viggo and then at the ingredients sitting on the counter. "I think I got everything. I forgot the fucking figs and had to go back. She says it's his favorite, his grandmama made it." He looks back at his lover. "Vig, who the fuck was Lady Baltimore?" "I don't know," Viggo says thoughtfully, getting up and looking over Karl's shoulder at the recipe, accidentally pressing up against him. "I suppose it's possible that Lady Baltimore is Dennis's grandmama." Karl snorts. "I ain't calling Dennis 'Lord Hopper'." He exhales and shifts against Viggo before stepping away. "Cake first, fuck later." "Crazy bastard'd either get off on it or be horrified," Viggo grins, watching Karl walk away. "Fine, have it your way. I can help," he says, rolling up his paint-covered sleeves. "I love you pretty much more than -well anything -but.." Karl turns and looks at Viggo appraisingly. "When was the last time you bathed?" "I had a shower this morning," Viggo says, lazily indignant. "And then went and worked out in the garden... and then painted for awhile..." "Uh huh." Karl squints at the man and then chuckles when he feels his cock twitch as he thinks about Viggo in the shower. He shakes his head and hands the man the printed out recipe. "You read it for me." Viggo sighs, taking the recipe from Karl and grabbing his hand, pulling him up close and murmuring against his lips. "You need a white cake first. In three layers, eight inch round. Do you have a white cake, Karl?" "I got eight inches, does that count?" Karl smiles and dips his head to kiss Viggo's neck. "I don't know... I think I'm going to need to see some proof of that before I believe you," Viggo murmurs, tilting his head to give Karl better access. "I'm not sure that kind of eight inches is in Lady Baltimore's recipe either." "That must have been why she was such a lady then." Karl snickers, mouthing the warm neck. "Proof huh?" He reaches and pulls Viggo's hand to rub against the bulge of his erection, before blinking and pulling away. "Wait, we need to do this Baltimore person first." "I'm really not all that very interested in the Baltimore person right now, Karl," Viggo points out, adjusting his pants quickly. "I think we should just give up, bring Dennis a six pack of beer and glue candles to the top of it." He pauses a moment. "Vicky'd kick our asses, wouldn't she?" "Not mine." Karl says, shaking his head. "I'd fake a brain injury and swear it was all your idea. That little red-headed woman scares the shite out of me." He shudders. "C'mon now, we're grown, intelligent men. We can do this. And I got a mix for the cake part, so that's just adding water and oil and eggs. Easy!" "You'd sell me down the river to Vicky? And here I thought you loved me," Viggo grouses, dropping down into a chair, which is about the only way he's going to keep from touching Karl right now. "Fine, fine, go ahead. Eggs, water, oil, cake." When Viggo slouches in the chair, Karl licks his lips and considers dropping to his knees and burying his face in the man's crotch. He clears his throat and blinks. "Yeah yeah, cake." Some spills, two broke eggs, a few minor squabbles over licking the spoon, lost by Karl gibbering a bit as soon as he saw Viggo's tongue and the cake was in the oven. "Alright, the filling gets made while that cooks." Karl says, eyeing Viggo and trying to shift his stance to alleviate the pressure in his groin. Viggo ignores the look Karl's giving him for the moment, brow furrowed as he looks at the recipe. "Are you sure she isn't just messing with us giving us this? This is complicated stuff here... stirring boiling sugar... I don't know." Moving to read the recipe, Karl tilts his head. "How the hell do we know when it gets to 234 degrees? Kind of bloody specific innit?" He asks and squints at the recipe. "You sure she isn't still mad about you getting Dennis pissed on those rum and sugar drinks and sending him home last week?" "Me! You were the one who fed him chili first," Viggo reaches around and gives Karl a gentle swat across the ass. "Don't try to weasel out of that one, Urban- you're just as responsible as I am." Karl jumps, snorting out a laugh. "Yeah, he said he was hosing off the driveway for an hour that next day." He shakes his head, highly amused. "Okay, so boil this shite and then whip some egg whites and combine them. Easy. Kind of like a heavy meringue." He nods and starts pulling some bowls down. There's a joke there to be made about meringue, or egg whites, but Viggo's not quite that crass. In theory. Right now, he's just enjoying being distracted by Karl reaching up and getting things out of the cupboard, murmuring softly under his breath and letting his hand drift over the front of his pants. "Nice... just keep doing that, and I'll entertain myself." Karl peeks at Viggo from under his upraised arm. "You can't wank in the kitchen! It's not sanitary! And it's damned distracting, you mad bastard." Karl says, eyes going impossibly darker as he stalks to the chair and places his hands on the back of it, tipping Viggo before kissing him. "See?" He questions as he stands up, adjusting himself. Viggo licks his lips and tilts his head to the side, grinning maddeningly. "I can't see how it's not sanitary- you're going to be way over there cooking, and I'm way over here at the table. It's impressive that you think I've got that kind of distance, but it's just not the case. Besides, you know I love it when you get domestic," he adds, pressing his hand down against his cock again and letting out a groan that a porn star would call dirty. "I hate you." Karl says and moves back to the counter. He turns and watches Viggo a second, a low growl building in his throat before he smirks. "Fine, you want domestic. Wait." He holds up a finger and stomps from the room. Five minutes later he returns, naked except for a dainty yellow cloth tied around his waist. His hand stills as he leans forward, head tilting even further. "What in... is that the table cloth from the table in the guest room?" he says, utterly baffled. "You're completely insane." "It's my apron." Karl curtseys and then yelps, jumping forward as his bare ass hits the cold metal of the refrigerator. Viggo starts to laugh as Karl jumps back from the fridge, slipping out of the chair and onto the floor, tears welling up in his eyes he's laughing so hard. Karl narrows his eyes and then starts to laugh. Moving to his damn-near hysterical lover, Karl snatches his apron off and tosses it across the room. "My arse is cold. Wanna rub it and warm it up?" He asks, waggling his eyebrows. "This is... this is like bad porn on an epic scale," Viggo gasps out, his hand coming up to wipe away tears. Kneeling up, he grabs Karl's hand and draws him closer; letting both his hands wander over Karl's ass. "Did the mean fridge get you, Karl?" he murmurs, looking up... kind of sympathetically. "Baum bau bau baum - chica ba bau!" Karl hums out in his best porn music imitation. His laugh slides into a groan as he feels Viggo's hands on him. "We haven't fucked in the kitchen - um - today." "If you can remember when the last time was, I'll let you fuck me," Viggo promises, digging his fingers in tight and sliding his lips over the head of Karl's cock. "Week from Tuesday." Karl says, groaning. "After - fuck - afternoon. We - god - had to hurry 'cause the game was starting." Viggo's lips slide back up again, releasing Karl's cock with a moist pop. "Very good, Karl. My ass is yours, pick a location." "Stand. Lean on the counter. Fuck yeah." Karl scrambles up and opens the drawer, scrabbling before coming up with lube. "Bingo!" Viggo moves smoothly to his feet, well-worn jeans hitting the floor, his shirt coming off moments later. Kicking his jeans aside, he goes over to the nearest counter, resting his forearms against it and looking over his shoulder with a grin. Karl laughs. "Cocky bastard." He says and slicks his cock and fingers, moving to Viggo and slides his hand down his cleft, finger pressing gently into him. The other hand rubs at the wide back, scratching lightly and rubbing the warm skin. He leans in, finger slipping in and out, stretching and opening. "I'm not cocky- just-" Viggo cuts off with a hiss, spreading his legs a little wider, granting further access. "Just know what you like," he finishes, his head dropping forward with a soft moan. "Yeah, you do." Karl says and adds a second finger. He groans out, a harsh rusty sound as he finally pulls his fingers out and grips the base of his cock, pressing the thick dark head to Viggo's pucker and pressing inward. "You - it's just you I like, always." "Just... just like?" Viggo manages to tease, pressing back against Karl as his lover sinks deep inside him. "Yeah - just.." Karl gasps and quickly pulls out, shoving up and in. "Ah, I love you - fucking crazy about you." He laughs as he moves in the man, hands going around Viggo, fingers finding the hard buds of nipples and rubbing them. "Ngggh!" Viggo cries out, shoving back hard as Karl pushes in, gasping for breath as he works his nipples. "Love you too- more, Karl, please?" "Yeah, hell yeah." Karl pulls Viggo up to him, back tight against his chest as he thrust up into the tight warmth. He kisses the strong wide shoulder, sucking at the tender skin. Viggo's hands move to brace himself against the counter, fingers tightening almost painfully as Karl moves inside him. Words slip away into meaningless babble, Karl's name, pleas and promises all blending over each other as his body moves closer towards release. "My Viggo, mine, mine." Karl mumbles, hips slamming harder and harder, making stuttery little jabs as he feels the tighten coil. He slides his hand down, long fingers wrapping around a cock that he knows as well as his own and stroking.He nods, lips mouthing out the word 'yours', but not quite managing to make the word audible. He groans as Karl's fingers lace around his cock, fucking his hand a few times before a hoarse cry breaks free, pulsing over his hand. "Yes!" Karl cries out as the clench slam of Viggo's orgasm ruches through him. He thrusts, shoving hard and coming, laying his forehead against Viggo's back, breath a ragged gulp. A last cry and Viggo relaxes again, sagging against the counter, his body slicked over with sweat. "God... fuck, Karl," he murmurs, reaching one hand back to smooth against his leg. "Perfect." "Always." Karl gulps. "Always perfect." He gently pulls out, leaning to kiss Viggo's shoulder, hand touching, patting rubbing. "Mmm... definitely." Viggo sighs happily, shifting around and wrapping his arms around him. "Uh... Karl?" "Yeah, Vig?" Karl murmurs, kissing Viggo's sweaty neck, licking at it and humming. "You smell something burning?" "Burning?""Yeah... I don't know, just something..." Viggo frowns, lifting his head and looking around the room. "Burn.. motherfucker cunt bastard! FUCK!" Karl roars and turns, snatching the oven open. "Fuck!" "Oh shit!" Viggo yells out, dashing across the room and getting Karl's 'apron', waving it wildly at the smoke billowing out of the oven. "Goddamned Dennis!" "Don't tip it." Karl says, reaching to straighten the bakery box. "We don't need to dump the damn thing on the front walk." "Don't start with me," Viggo mutters back, fighting the urge to elbow Karl in the ribs. "I don't know why I have to carry the damned thing- it certainly isn't my fault it burned." "Of course not. You and your arse had nothing to do with it." Karl grumps and knocks on the door, turning the knob and opening it. "Vicky!" He calls. "Hey- you were the one who decided you couldn't hold back at the sight of me," Viggo hisses, getting a dig into Karl's ribs before he moves in ahead of him. "Viggo!" Dennis yells. "It's my birthday. Give us a kiss." Vicky rolls her eyes. "Hi boys." She walks and brushes a kiss across Karl's cheek, patting Viggo. "The birthday boy's bombed." "And how exactly is that different than any other day?" Viggo laughs, rolling his eyes in echo of Vicky's, ignoring Dennis for the moment. "Here... not exactly what we promised, but it's the right kind of cake anyway," he says, offering her the box. "Cake?" Dennis asks. Vicky takes the box and frowns at the men. "What happened? Didn't you get my email?" She asks, pinning Karl with a fierce look. "This is a bakery cake? I specifically sent you his great grand what ever the hell's recipe so you could make a home made cake." "Uh, it was Vig's fault." He says and points to his lover. Viggo's foot presses down on Karl's, hard even as he smiles apologetically at Vicky. "We had a few difficulties with the recipe." "Difficulties? Boil, beat, mix." She says, hands on hips. "What's so difficult?" "Fucker." Karl hisses and pulls away from Viggo, trying to smile at the red headed woman. "Um.." "Viggo." Dennis says, squinting at his friend. "You didn't fuck on my cake did you?""Do I look covered in cake to you, Dennis?" Viggo faces Dennis, his hands on his hips. Besides, strictly speaking, they didn't fuck on the cake. Just in it's proximity while it burned to a crisp. Thank god for the fire extinguisher Karl had insisted on putting in the kitchen after the ramen noodles incident. "Well, I'm sure I don't want to see the parts that would be. 'Course anyone with a DVD player already has." Dennis snorts out a laugh and reaches for the cake box. "Didn't I get you that for your last birthday, Dennis? Ready for a repeat viewing?" Viggo smirks at Dennis. "It went missing." Dennis says and then glances at Vicky when she clears her throat, tiny smile on her face. "Anyone want a drink?" She says, eyes twinkling as she turns and heads to the kitchen. Karl blinks. "Um.. Yeah, I'll take one." Viggo blinks twice. "Make mine a double." Dennis watches her go and then looks at Karl and Viggo, and blinks. "You know - I'm just gonna take my non-fucked on cake out by the pool. 'Cause it's my birthday and there's things I just don't want to think about." He turns and walks away, cackling. "You boys do remember where the pool is, don't you?" Lady Baltimore Cake Cake: 1/2 cup butter 1 1/2 cups sugar 1 cup water 3 cups flour 2 teaspoons baking powder 4 egg whites, stiffly beaten 1 teaspoon vanilla Frosting and Filling: 1 1/2 cups sugar 2/3 cup water 2 teaspoons light corn syrup 2 egg whites 1/8 teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon vanilla 1/4 cup chopped pecans 1/4 cup chopped figs 1/4 cup raisins 1/4 cup candied cherries 1/4 cup candied pineapple Cake: In mixing bowl with electric mixer, cream butter and sugar; add the water gradually, then add flour and baking powder. Fold in stiffly beaten egg whites and vanilla. Bake in 3 buttered and floured cake pans in a 375° oven. (Cake from mix may be used) Frosting and Filling: Combine sugar, flour, and corn syrup in a saucepan; cook, stirring, over low heat until sugar is dissolved. Bring to a boil and boil to 240°. Meanwhile, when syrup reaches about 234°, beat egg whites until stiff peaks form; add salt. Remove syrup from heat when 240° is reached and immediately pour a very thin stream over stiffly beaten egg whites and salt, beating constantly. Add vanilla. Continue beating until frosting cools and is of spreading consistency, about 10 minutes. Add chopped fruits and nuts to about 1/3 of the frosting mixture and use as filling between layers. Frost top and sides of cake with remaining frosting.

Fic Rec

I recently had the honor of beta’ing an incredible fic written by the darlin’ talented your_own_path. It is so frekin’ amazing. Her dialogue and flow is just perfect.You really need to go read: Swimming UpstreamSummary: Viggo gets a script written by someone from his childhood that brings back a few memories and sets a course of action in place.

Family

Katie and I went down south to see my Momma for mother’s day, and then we went out to visit my father’s mother – Pat. Pat lives in an old wood house down by the river. There are dogs and chickens on and under the porch and the front yard is swept dirt.Pat is old – bordering on very old. She wears men’s khaki pants, tennis shoes with no socks, long sleeved work shirt, smokes unfiltered cigarettes and drinks whiskey out of a coffee cup. She is a tough old bird. She always made me a bit nervous when I was little. After Momma read me the Hansel and Gretel story I always associated Pat with the witch and was afraid she was going to cook me and serve me to the family.Momma says Pat is finally living her life exactly like she wants. She’s buried a husband and three sons in her lifetime. We were talking about her this weekend and Momma said that Pat married a stupid man, had a houseful of stupid children and it’s hard to get over that. I reminded Momma that she herself married one of the stupid children. After she told me not to be smart she sighed and said – that’s how she knew it was hard to get over. Drunk, lazy, shiftless and ignorant were all curable – stupid wasn’t.I’ve decided not to blame Pat for my father being a drunken idiot bastard, but I’m still not convinced she won’t cook and eat me.

Jay!!

Happy Birthday to my friend, confidante, co-writer, enabler, bat welder, Goose, non-toe kinker, non-Hobbit smutter, snickerdoodle eating, non-veggie eating, AH loving, SM working, cute nose having, wonderful, sweet, gentle, fierce, loyal, true, honest, determined linden_jay.Thank you for – everything.Have a great birthday darlin’!!!!MWAH!

GIP

*sporfle*

Home - Viggo/Craig

Title: HomeAuthor: linden_jay and darknight999Fandom: LotRRating: PGPairing: VM/CPDisclaimer: Lies, non-profitable lies at that…All fiction.Summary: Viggo, it's Craig and I need you to talk me off a proverbial ledge.Takes place right after this fic, which was written for bijouatweb.This one is dedicated to all of our Craig-babies who love us no matter what we do to the poor bastard. We love you too- and this one's for you.It is speculated that all of the cosmos is nothing moreThan a loosely grouped cluster of moleculesThat are held together by the tentative mutual attractionOf our individual matterCraig paces, flipping his phone open and closed a few times. He stops and stares at the screen before scrolling through a few names and hitting the dial button.Viggo's rasping voice starts speaking instantly, as soon as the phone clicks on after the first ring. "When do you know your name when.. no one listens to you? The rain sings on the tin roof plates, the dreams of yesterday, every drop stopped by the kitchen roof where I dream with the cat on my lap. " A shrill "BEEP" follows.A moment of silence and then Craig snorts. "Jesus Viggo." He says. "It's Craig and I need you to talk me off a proverbial ledge. Call me."There's a slight fumble as the phone is lifted off the cradle and clicked on, Viggo clearing his throat before speaking. "Craig?""Hey. Screening, huh?" Craig asks, smiling. "The fangirls tracked you down?""Change fangirls to hobbits plus one elf, and you've got it," Viggo yawns, stretching out on the couch, then frowning and sitting up, moving the paintbrush off the couch and letting it drop to the floor, then laying out again. "They've been making prank calls for three days now."Craig laughs, shaking his head. "I think they'll still be doing that when they're forty. So, you got a minute?""For you, Craig, I have a minute in multiples. What's going on?""God, how fourteen year-old girl am I going to sound?" Craig mumbles and then takes a breath. "David left me, and I want to go to London and either beg him to come back or punch Bean in the nose and I'm not sure why I want to do either because I'm not sure I'm that upset about it and that is what makes me a bit - queasy."Viggo blinks, surprised at first to hear that David had left Craig, then suddenly much less so when Craig mentions wanting to punch out Bean. They really thought they were fooling everyone. Likely because for the most part, they were. "I really am sorry to hear it, Craig," Viggo says, sympathy, and not pity resonating in his voice. "Take a few more deep breaths... maybe get yourself a glass of water, then come talk to me."Craig tucks the phone between his ear and shoulder and walks into the kitchen to pour a cup of tea. "He never lied to me about anything. David is a seriously honest man, to a bloody fault.""And you're kind of wishing he had lied, huh?""Yeah." Craig chuckles, a dry serious sound. "I knew he was - trying to - I don't know, get over maybe, Sean when he and I got together. But I thought it was just, something he would, grow out of." The chuckle this time slides into a sigh."Did you know that they'd... I don't even know what to call it, really," Viggo furrows his brow. "They certainly weren't going out. Just kind of 'with' each other. What happened?""I don't know." Craig says piteously. "They had a thing according to David. It ended, not badly, just ran out of time and place." He carries his tea into the living room and sits. "And then at the Premiere, I don't know, David says they were together again. He was so dreadfully honest about it. He told me he needed a few days to think about it and then he came to me and said he needed to see, see if there was something there. So he jumped a plane."Viggo's shaking his head by the end of it, rubbing the heel of his hand against his forehead. "Dreadfully honest has its place and all... I'm sure he meant well, but it really wasn't necessary," he sighs. "When did he leave?""Yesterday." Craig says. "It's taken me twenty-four hours to stop walking around going 'buh buh'." He chuckles. "God, I sound daft.""No... you sound lost. And hurt. Probably a little pissed too." Viggo sits up, switching ears on the phone. "So when you say they got together in London... you don't mean for coffee, do you?""No." Craig says, shaking his head. "David said that he needed to know, to see if they still - fit. Guess they did."Viggo checks an angry sigh, blinking in surprise at the surge of protectiveness and, well, anger that swells up in him. "It's not a reflection on you, Craig. Nothing you did or didn't do," he says, his voice gentle."I'm trying to believe that. And I know that I shouldn't dump this on you. I just needed to talk." Craig's tone lightens. "How have you been anyway?""Well, other than prank calls from the younger set..." Viggo trails off, laughing softly, "I'm good, Craig. You don't have to apologize.""Thanks. It's just - I wasn't counting on David being forever, now that I think about it. It was nice though." Craig sighs. "Why weren't you thinking that he'd be forever?" Viggo asks, raising an eyebrow at himself as he identified the 'oh so casual' tone in his voice. What the hell is that about?"I - just - it wasn't." Craig laughs. "It was great. But it wasn't..." "Craig- really, you've got to finish your sentences, because as good as I am at making up the rest of the story..." Viggo lets his own sentence trail off as he gets up off the couch, heading for the kitchen.Craig laughs. "Okay, Okay." He sighs, still smiling. "I could tell that it wasn't forever. That he wasn't - home. Bloody hell, how twee does that sound?" "You never really stopped looking for it, did you?" Viggo murmurs as he searches through the fridge, not quite realizing that he's speaking out loud."No." Craig says and rubs the bridge of his nose. "I just - that feeling of - this being someone you could just be with; talk to and hang out with and laugh with, and everything else too." "Do you think it's really out there, or do you think that everyone just circles. Never quite lining up, the right person, the right time. Constantly looping," Viggo murmurs, pulling a bottle of water out of the fridge and twisting the cap off."I gotta believe it exists." Craig says and sits down, stretching his legs out. "Maybe the key is recognizing it - them." "Them? You're looking for pluralities now, Craig? And I thought that was just Karl, Orlando and Harry," he muses, taking a long sip from the bottle of water.Craig laughs. "No, I'll leave that to the experts. Just one. Just one person that I know wants me, just only me." He sighs and picks at a seam on the couch. "What about you?" "I haven't really thought about it that much." Liar."Happy being footloose and fancy free, huh?" Craig asks. "Guess it's a good thing. I think maybe...." "No, not really. I think somewhere along the way I've just turned into an eccentric and cynical old man.""Viggo, you were always eccentric, that's nothing new - that or the cynicism. But you aren't old, you're distinguished." He laughs. "Actually, yeah... I'm not sure I was all that much different when I was twenty," Viggo admits, chuckling at that. "And distinguished? You're just asking for it now, aren't you?"Craig laughs, scooting down on the couch and laying his head back. "I had forgotten how easy it was to talk to you - or rather to listen to you." He chuckles. "This is a pretty expensive phone call just to listen to me talk at you. I thought you were calling because you needed to talk," Viggo smiles."Ah well, I can mope around here and listen to myself whine anytime." "Well, don't do that then. Call and whine to me. Anytime." The sincerity in Viggo's voice is obvious.And this theory is the foundationUpon which you and I have built our entire existence,But when I cradle your head to my chestAnd listen to the deep slow cadence of your breathingAnd I feel the heat of you against my skin"You're a good man Mr. Mortensen." Craig smiles. "But then I knew that back in Wellington." His voice is softer. Viggo's smile softens. "That was -" he's not even sure what the right word for it is. Fun? Great? "special.""Special?" Craig chuckles. "Yeah, it kind of was. I - uh - yeah." "Why didn't..." Viggo shakes his head. "No. Sorry, forget it.""What? C'mon, what?" "Why was it only once?" Craig chews his lip a second before answering. "I - I thought that's all you wanted." "Why?" Viggo's voice goes impossibly soft."Christ, you could have had anyone. You're amazing." Craig says, leaning into the phone against his ear. "What the... how does that explain anything?" Viggo's sounding confused now. "I could have anyone, so how does that translate to me not wanting you?""I - me? But - yeah?" "Yeah. But I didn't think you..." Viggo sighs. "I shouldn't be telling you this now."I know that if all of these speculationsWere proven to be falseAnd all of creation was to suddenly winkOut of existence"Viggo, you aren't telling me anything now." Craig chuckles. "You aren't talking. What? Please." He says in a quiet voice. "I didn't think it was what you wanted." I didn't think I was what you wanted. "I thought you wanted Dave.""So did I." Craig says and then laughs. "Ah shite, Viggo.""You thought you wanted Dave, or you thought I... all right, now I'm just confusing myself."Craig continued to laugh. "I think I'm an idiot. I wasted - a lot of - things, time." He sighs, still chuckling. "Thanks Vig, I feel better I guess. I hope Dave and Sean have a great life. I'm glad they found each other again.""Well, I'm glad I've gotten you off that proverbial ledge you were talking about," Viggo says, smiling softly, glad to hear Craig laugh. "All about timing, I suppose. The right time, place, person."Craig listens to the rumble of Viggo's voice and feels a warmth in his chest. He holds the phone close. "Right person." He says softly."Right time," Viggo adds, his voice quiet. "And right place.""Right." Craig says barely above a whisper. "It - it was right, wasn't it?"There's a long pause on the other end of the phone. "Yes.""Yes." Craig repeats, a soft smile on his face."Yes," Viggo echoes, looking distant for a moment as he stares across the room, then coming back to himself, a smile turning up the corners of his mouth. "Craig?""Yeah Vig?""Come home.""Okay." Craig says and feels the hard thud of his heart in his chest. "I - Viggo, I -.""I know." He smiles wider, even though Craig can't see it. "I know. I'll be here waiting."The only thing to remainWould be you and I And the steady rhythmOf our hearts beating as one.

Baby can I hold you? - SB/DW

Title: Baby can I hold you?Author: linden_jay and darknight999Fandom: LotRRating: AdultPairing: SB/DWDisclaimer: Lies, non-profitable lies at that…All fiction.Summary: He's gotten so used to this, the slow, hazy feeling of waking up with Sean's hands and lips moving over his body, his arrival in David's bed so perfectly timed each night you could set your watch by it.bijouatweb asked for a songfic for Tracy Chapman's Baby can I hold you. Jay and I were seriously in need of a bunny. This gave us one. We hope Bijou likes the fic and we thank her for the inspiration!SorryIs all that you can't sayYears gone by and stillWords don't come easilyLike sorry like sorryThe Two Towers PremiereSean looks around as one hobbit jumps on another one and they barely miss tumbling to the ground. He shakes his head and waves as they whoop and call his name. Tugging at his jacket he stands a bit straighter and scans the crowd, trying to appear nonchalant."You know it's a lost cause," a softly accented voice comes from behind him. "They'll get you sooner or later, and any time straightening up is going to be time totally wasted."A soft chuckle rises up and Sean feels a funny flutter in his chest that, any other time he might associate with a good footy win or a bad cut of meat, but here and now he knows it is only one thing. "David." He says and turns. "Hello." He quickly takes in the sight of the other man. "Ai, they'll get me, but I'll at least make them work for it. How are you?" He asks, smiling."No, you wouldn't want to make it easy on them, would you," David smiles, laughing softly. "I'm good. I can't quite believe I'm here, honestly. Was the premiere for Fellowship like this?" he asks, looking around at the crowds of people."Even worse. The boys' handlers hadn't quite taught them the fine art of restraint yet." Sean says and then smiles as Orlando runs past chasing Dominic with a toy sword. "Like now." He stops talking and fidgets, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. "Yeah... that was money well spent," David snorts, shaking his head and laughing. "You look good, Sean. How've you been?""Good." Sean says. "I - uh - I've missed you." His voice drops and it's takes an effort not to shuffle his feet."I missed you too," David says, a brief flickering frown crossing his face before he smiles again. "I was always sorry we lost touch.""I - I shouldn't have..."...let you go. "Life gets busy. Maybe we can have lunch tomorrow, before we leave?""I'd like that. We're not flying home until the day after, so that should work out fine," David nods, smiling a bit wider."We?" Sean asks, head cocked."Yeah... I'm flying back with Craig." David tilts his head in mirror to Sean's. "You didn't know?""Know?" Sean repeats, suddenly sure that speech used to come easier than this.David looks around, making sure no one's in earshot. "About me and Craig," he says, his voice soft."Oh - uh - no." Sean says, frowning and then smiling at the other man. "Uh - so - tha's good. Craig - he's a good bloke. Steady and all. You and Craig, huh?""Yeah," David says, catching the frown on Sean's face, and not buying the smile. "Yeah, me and Craig. For a bit now.""Good. Yeah, good. Congratulations." Sean says and then looks across the room. "Ah well, I see a dwarf trying to get my attention.""Right... of course," David nods, still not sure what to make of the look on Sean's face. "Lunch tomorrow, right?""Yeah, lunch. I'll see you then." Sean flashes a smile and claps David on the back and moves away, heading across the room, face set and smile grim."See you then," David repeats, frowning at the deja vu, certain they've had almost this same conversation before. When he left.The next afternoon, Sean smoothes at his trousers and straightens the napkin in his lap. Taking a sip of his water he glances toward the restaurant door.It's about five more minutes before David shows up, easily finding Sean in the crowded restaurant. He smiles across the room, heading over to him and taking the seat opposite. "I looked for you a few times last night, but you were always on the move it seemed.""Well, there were so many people to see." Sean says, smiling. "I'm glad you could make it - to lunch.""So am I. It really has been too long, Sean." David grins back at him, then focuses on his menu, taking very little time to decide. "Way too long." Sean murmurs.David closes the menu and looks up. "You never called me back."Forgive meIs all that you can't sayYears gone by and stillWords don't come easilyLike forgive me forgive meDuring the filming of the Lord of the Rings movies - The dark of nightSean slips the keycard into the door and opens it slowly. Moving quietly across the room, he smiles as David gives a small snore. Leaning onto the bed, Sean presses a kiss to the man's bare shoulder, hand going to brush back a soft lock of hair.David's sleeping, but lightly, murmuring softly at the first touch of Sean's hand. "Mmm." Sean smiles and stretches out next to the warm body. He reaches and nuzzles into his neck, nose smelling the sleep scent of him as he kisses the tender skin at David's ear.He's gotten so used to this, the slow, hazy feeling of waking up with Sean's hands and lips moving over his body, his arrival in David's bed so perfectly timed each night you could set your watch by it.Pushing the covers back, Sean pulls his sweats down and lifts one leg, sliding it across David's legs, rubbing and humming deep in his chest at the drag shift of skin. He rubs his wide hand over the broad back, fingers kneading into tight muscle.He moans softly this time, relaxing even more than he already is- if that's even possible- and pushing back against Sean, his head going back, hair brushing just against his shoulder."Hello." Sean rumbles out as his hand moves to brush along David's crease, the soft skin warm as he lightly rubs the pucker. Kissing David's shoulder again, he rolls up and opens the nightstand drawer, pulling out a condom and the half empty bottle of lube."Mmm... hi," David murmurs back, his voice just a whispered breath. He shifts his legs a bit wider, already anticipating what's coming. Sean rolls onto his back and makes quick work of the condom and lube. He smears his fingers and as he rolls back, kneeling up, he presses one gently into David. "Yesss." He sighs out, moving it and opening the man for him.David groans in response, the slow almost sleepy pace exactly what he wants. What he needs. He relaxes around Sean's finger, his body rocking forward slowly with each press of his finger.Crooking up and rubbing, Sean adds a second finger, scissoring them for a minute before he pulls them free. "Lift up luv." He pats David's hip lightly.Still purring softly, David shifts up and into position, his hips staying in slight but constant motion. "Please?" he whispers, his head hanging down slightly, breathing faster."Yeah." Sean purrs and lays one hand on David's back, the other guiding his cock to the man's slick and open entrance. Pushing, he feels the tight squeeze and then give of the ring of muscle as he slips inside. Grunting, Sean stops and then rocks forward, beginning a slow steady movement."Oh god," David breathes, his fingers fisting gently at the sheets as he rocks back, counter to each gentle thrust from Sean. He moans again, tensing and releasing around Sean's cock, just enjoying the feel of him as they move.As Sean moves in David, he thinks that this warmth, this feeling of fitting is the most perfect thing he's ever known. Thrusting, slow and steady, the only sounds in the room are the slight moans and grunts, the brush and press of flesh. After a while, as the heat coil tightens in his belly, Sean slides a hand around David's hip and down the stroke his cock.Timing. With Sean, timing always seems to be everything- always coming in the door at the same time every night. Always knowing the exact moment that he needs him to touch him, right before he needs to ask for it. He groans deep in his chest, one hard thrust into his hand before he settles back into the steady pace again, cock slick and hard.Widening his stance, knees opening, Sean thrusts harder, hips making stuttery motions as the rhythm takes on a desperate momentum. "Ai, yes." He breathes out, head hanging down and hair sweat damp as he moans louder. "Come on now, that's it." He mumbles as the tension pools in his groin."Yes... oh god, please, yes," David nearly whimpers, managing only another few strokes before he tenses and comes, pulsing hard over Sean's hand with a soft cry.Grunting, Sean stills as he feels his release wash through him. He shakes, hips finally slowing and stopping as he gasps, dragging air into his lungs. "God." Sean stammers, carefully pulling out. He pats David's back, rubbing at the warm sweaty skin. Leaning back, he removes the condom and grabs a handful of tissue, handing them to David. Sean tumbles a bit, laying back, arm over his eyes and smile on his face."Ta," David says, his voice rough as he takes the tissues and tidies up quickly, tossing them in the bin and moving to curl up against Sean, his head pillowed against his shoulder. A soft kiss and he's already drifting, his arm snugged tightly across Sean's chest."Mmhm." Sean says, sleep taking him. The sky's barely showing any gray when Sean stands and pulls on his sweats. He leans and kisses David's cheek, smiling softly as he leaves, heading back to his room.During the filming of the Lord of the Rings movies - The light of day"Oh no ya don't." Sean growls and swats at Dominic as he leans across the table and makes a grab for his roll. "Get on with you now. There's not a one of you I can't put over my knee." He says and laughs as the hobbits tumble over themselves toward Bernard and the box of cookies he's opening. "Like wee monkeys." Sean grumbles and spears a wedge of potato."Gonna put me over your knee then?" a familiar voice comes from his left, a hand on his right slipping over Sean's plate to steal the roll that Dominic had been after a few moments ago."I'm not entirely sure he's up to it, David... he's a bit old, you know," Viggo says, plunking down beside Sean and taking a bite of the roll, grinning at him as David takes a seat across from them both."M'not old." Sean sniffs. "I'm - experienced." He says, pleased smile and he nods. "Yes, that's it." "Viggoooo." A voice whines from across the tent. "Was it your idea to make us stay half the damned night tonight to get a moonlight scene?" Sean laughs and looks up at David, wrinkles around his eyes."Does that sound like something I would do, Dominic?" Viggo calls back, not even looking up from his bun."Yes, you mad bastard." Comes the reply from another table. Sean snickers. "Viggo, it appears you aren't popular today.""You're mistaken. I assure you, I'm very well beloved," Viggo says, reaching for Sean's drink and taking a sip. David just shakes his head at the both of them and laughs."Uh huh. Is that why you walked around with purple socks for a week?" Sean asks, eyebrow raised.Viggo's eyes narrow. "I will find out who did that. Believe me.""It was a group effort, I'm sure, so what does it matter?" David laughs. "Just be glad they weren't on your feet at the time," he points out.Sean snorts. "Or get ya drunk and paint your arse blue." He says and leans in. "I heard poor Billy got a rash from it.""Well, some of the stuff they've got in those blue dyes..." David trails off. "Experience speaking?" Sean asks, trying to contain a smile."I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you, and our noses just match up so nicely on camera with that whole sibling thing," David grins back at Sean."Yeah, me lil brother." Sean says and holds back a chuckle at the image that conjures. He returns David's smile and then winks."Uh, David- you might want to-" Viggo cuts off as a bun bounces off the back of David's head. "Duck," he finishes. "If it makes you feel any better, I think they were aiming for Sean," he adds helpfully, picking the bun up and getting up from the table. "Be right back," he says, grinning evilly and looking over to the table the bun had come from."Monkeys I tell ya. I swear I saw Elijah picking ticks off of Orlando yesterday." Sean shakes his head laughing as a squeal and screech is heard from across the room. "If our king has his way and we stay out for the moonlight shot, it'll be very late when we get back tonight." He says, voice suddenly pitched low."Of course," David says, his voice low, casual. He looks across the room and laughs. "It seems like the king is outnumbered. Feel like lending him a hand?""For Gondor?" Sean asks, laughing and standing."For Gondor," David nods firmly, grinning back at Sean before hollering out "TO THE KING!"But you can say babyBaby can I hold you tonightMaybe if I told you the right wordsAt the right time you'd be mineThe day after The Two Towers PremiereSean looks at David, he can feel the seconds spiral out. Finally he lowers his eyes to the tabletop. "I.. "He starts and then fidgets."I'm sorry," David sighs, waving it off. "Forget it. I was just surprised that you didn't, after you left.""No. Don't - don't apologize. I - I shouldn't have left - without saying anything." Sean says, frown tight on his face."I didn't expect anything more, Sean." What I hoped for... well, I was an idiot. "It was a long time ago.""Just because we didn't expect anything more, doesn't mean that we - uh - we couldn't have wanted more." Sean smoothes his hand over the fold of napkin, not meeting David's gaze.David's head jerks up, staring at Sean a few moments. "Look at me. Please?"Sean clears his throat, taking a breath and then raises his head and looks at David, expression neutral. He lifts his chin minutely.He looks into Sean's eyes for long moment, then sighs, breaking eye contact. "Dammit, Sean... you could have said something. Anything."Nodding, Sean glances around before straightening the napkin again. "Something." He looks at David."Something," David echoes, still not looking up. "I guess I could have too.""David?" Sean starts and then gives his head the barest of shakes and relaxes back against his chair. "Sorry.. never mind." He mumbles."Haven't we not said enough things, Sean?" David points out softly."I - I'd like to - just - hold you. Shite, I know - I know you can't but - I'd just like to kiss you once more."David starts to shake his head, then stops, running his hand through his hair. Don't do this. Don't. He sighs again. I have to. "Go to your room, Sean," he says, his eyes focused on the table. Bloody idiot, what did you expect him to say? Sean pushes his chair back, head down. "M'sorry David." His voice is a quiet rumble. "Sorry, bye.""Sean?" His voice is even softer as he reaches for his glass of water and takes a sip, not looking at Sean. "I'll be there in ten minutes.""Oh? Oh. Oh!" Sean's ears turn red. "Yeah. Um. Okay." He stands, brushing at his trousers, trying to hide the fact his cock is a thickening bulge. "Ten minutes." He repeats and nods, moving toward the door.David watches him the whole way out, finishing the glass of water and wishing like hell it was scotch. He opens his wallet and drops money on the table, refusing to look at the picture of him and Craig he knows is tucked behind his drivers license, getting up and shoving it back in his pocket as he gets up to leave. I need to know.In the room Sean paces. He unbuttons his shirt and cuffs, kicking off his shoes and pouring a drink.It's just under ten minutes when David shows up at the door, not even hesitating before knocking softly.Sean opens the door and stares at David a second before stepping back. "Hey."He steps in, closing the door behind him. "Hey," he echoes back. This is different. Looking at Sean like this. Not just waking up to arms wrapping around him, Sean's cock brushing against his naked back. Daylight.Stepping to David, Sean smiles and reaches to touch his cheek. "Can - can I kiss you?""I really wish you would," David murmurs, his eyes half closing as Sean's hand brushes against his skin.Sean leans in and let's his mouth press gentle and warm over David. He licks out, tasting the man slowly. "Mmm." He sighs.David's hand comes up and slips into Sean's hair, pulling him in closer and deepening the kiss, his other arm lacing around him and pulling him in closer. It could have been like this. All the time.Eyes sliding closed, Sean whimpers out a bit before pulling back, eyes flashing. "I - I want ya - David," he stops, tongue licking out over his lip before continuing. "Will ya - fuck me?"He can't help but look surprised at that, pulling back from the kiss to look at Sean. His lips part to ask him if he's serious, then close again as he nods. Smiling, Sean returns the nod and steps back, pulling off his shirt and unfastening his trousers.David steps in before he gets the shirt off all the way, tracing his hands over Sean's arms as it slides away. His hands move lower, sliding down over his lower back, just resting against the curve of his ass. "I missed you," he admits, barely a whisper."You too. Not just this." Sean says, desperate for David to understand his meaning. "But talking to you and - and - not just this.""I didn't say I missed your cock, Sean," David's shirt comes up over his head and he presses his body against him again, lips moving against his jaw, brushing kisses over his skin, then whispering in his ear. "I said I missed you."Fingers moving over firm flesh and soft skin, Sean hums and arches, pressing into David. "I want you. Need you.""I'm here. I'm right here," David whispers, lips pressing tight against Sean's before he pulls away again, leading him towards the bed and following him down.Sean rolls with David, opening to him as they lay down. Later, sweaty and gulping air, Sean pats David's thigh and grunts as he rolls his head, eyes slipping closed."Shhh," David murmurs, his hand moving through his hair. He leans up to kiss Sean's temple, then settles back, watching him as he falls asleep.Smiling, a soft rumbled snore escapes Sean as he drifts off, sated and happy.David's hand moves over Sean's cheek, his smile much more bittersweet. He waits until Sean is deeply asleep before slipping out of bed and heading for the shower, dressed and closing the door behind him only a few moments later. So now you know. Feel better for it? "Fuck you," he murmurs under his breath to the voice in his head. "Fuck. You."I love youIs all that you can't sayYears gone by and stillWords don't come easilyLike I love you I love youA week after The Two Towers PremiereSean lays the paper on the table as he hears a gust of wind and rain rattle the shutters. It's been over a week since the Two Towers premiere and the papers are still carrying pictures and interviews. He smiles softly, sighing and walking toward the kitchen.He's been standing there for ten minutes, lifting his hand a few times, but never quite managing to knock on the door. Soaked through, and feeling like an idiot, he presses the buzzer, then wraps his arms around himself, teeth chattering.Stopping Sean frowns toward the door before walking back across the room and pulling it open. He stands and gapes. "Wha? David?" Blinking he takes the man's arm and pulls him into the house. "What in the bloody hell...? "I-" David tries to speak, teeth chattering too hard to get anything coherent out. He tries to brush his hair out of his eyes, water streaming from his clothes onto the floor."Oh good lord. You daft bugger. Come here." Sean bustles David into the house, tsking as he gets him in to the living room. "Let's get you out of these wet things.""S-sorry," David chatters out, fumbling fingers moving against the buttons of his coat, wincing as he sees the trail of water he's leaving behind."Shhh, enough of that." Sean makes quick work of David's clothes, wrapping a quilt from the couch around him and rubbing at his arms. "Sit." He says and points at the couch. "Let me get you some tea and dry clothes."He nods, pulling the quilt in closer, his cheeks pink from cold and embarrassment. "Thanks."Sean moves about, heart inexplicably light as he makes tea and picks out a pair of sweats and a soft flannel shirt with a pair of thick socks. Back in the living room he smiles as the man. "C'mon now, let's get you warm.""Thanks," David repeats, still-shaking hands reaching for the socks, shivering harder as the quilt slips lower.Sean tsks more and pushes David's hands away. He kneels in front of the man and pulls a foot to him, rolling the socks on. "Here, shirt then stand."It takes more help from Sean than David would prefer, but between the two of them they get him dressed and back on the couch, quilt wrapped around him again. Hands steadier now, he takes the hot drink from Sean, preferring to let it warm his hands than drink it right now. Pulling the footstool up in front of David, Sean touches his knee. "What are you doing here? And why are you half drowned?""I was outside... didn't know if you were home or not." It's a crappy excuse, and he's hedging, that much is clear."Outside?" Sean asks, tilting his head. "But - why?""I came to see you. I needed to see you." David pulls the quilt tighter, trying not to spill his tea. "I like your living room.""Thank you, I just got the new sofa." Sean says. "See me? Why?""Did you mean it? What you said, at the premiere. Did you mean it when you said just because we didn't expect more didn't mean you couldn't have wanted more?"Sean's frozen, staring at David and his heartbeat's the loudest thing in the room when another gust of wind rattles a window and he jumps slightly, blinking. "Yes, yes - I meant it - I - we - yes.""Was it just then? A wish that's stuck in the past?" He looks up, eyes locked with Sean's.Slowly, Sean shakes his head.David releases a breath he's been holding for a solid week, his head dropping forward as he relaxes. He closes his eyes, composing himself again and looking up at Sean, blinking hard.Reaching gently, Sean cups David's face, thumbs brushing over the cheekbones. He leans in and presses his mouth against David's.He moans softly, the sound swallowed up by the kiss, pulling back a moment later and looking into Sean's eyes once again. "You know, don't you? That I... I left him. Three days ago.""You did?" Sean asks, looking down for a second before locking his gaze on David. "I - I'm glad." The words are soft and quiet."It wasn't fair to him. He's a good man, and it wasn't fair," David explains, setting down the cup and reaching for Sean's hand, lacing their fingers together. Sean nods. "I'm sorry, for him - I'm sorry - but I'm - glad." He repeats, bringing their clasped hands up and kissing the knuckles."I had to," David whispers, smiling as he watches Sean's lips brush against his fingers. "I had to do it. Sean, I..." "I know, I - me too." Sean says, matching David's smile as he pulls the man close and wraps an arm around his shoulders, kissing him deeply.

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1:02:03AM on April 5, 2006.Cool, huh?

Fic Rec and fangirling!

My friend, your_own_path wrote this fic,Better Left Unsaid. Pairing: Multiple Lotrips (Sean, Viggo, Dominic, Billy, Orlando) Rating: Very Adult Summary: Viggo and Sean always thought they knew the score but they didn't know anything.It is great! Go. Read. Enjoy. Feedback!

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Thank you!!

My darling co-writer, linden_jay and I got nominated for a slashy_oscars, we didn’t win – but OMG we were nominated and there were sooo many great stories nominated!!We got this fabu banner!!! *points down* AND an icon!! *points sideways*The banner links to a thank you post that Jay made – because she is wayyy more eloquent than I.Hugs and kisses!

A Mess - OB/SB - G

Title: A MessFandom: LotRRating: GPairing: OrliBeanDisclaimer: Like I really know anything, about anybody... Lies, all lies!! No harm meant!!Summary: Sean wakes up to a mess.A/N: 500 words written with love and adoration for my friend and fellow writer linden_jay. She is a good and gentle soul and the holder of my leash when I want to brandish shovels and tilt at windmills. /random crypticSean wakes up with his feet cold where the covers have pulled up and off of them. He hovers at the edge of the bed. He squints, grunts, sits up and then stands. The walk to the bathroom is punctuated by more grunts and even one growl as he maneuvers around the obstacle course that is the hotel room floor.He spends ten minutes clearing a place amongst the bottles and tubes, brushes and bits that litter the counter top around the sink so that he can sit his shave kit down and retrieve the toothbrush that's placed neatly and securely in the small pocket along the side. He brushes his teeth, washes his face, considers shaving and then when he looks for his shave foam sees that it's been borrowed and is now empty, the can laying on it's side on top of the shelf over the toilet. He sighs and gives his head a shake.Back in the room he roots in his suitcase looking for the blue v-neck sweater that he likes so well when he happens to glance and see it wadded underneath a pair of sweatpants on the chair. He sighs again and pulls out a beige one to wear.He starts gathering up the pages of script changes, trying to right them and put them in order, grumbling and muttering under his breath when a snuffle sounds from the bed. He looks over, frown on his face. "You've made a mess of the room." He says sternly."Hmmpft?""It's late, you need to get up and shower and straighten up your things in the bathroom. My god, it looks like a storm hit.""Wha?"Sean stands at the edge of the bed, looking down, hands on his hip. A long fingered hand reaches out and wraps around his belt buckle, tugging. "C'mon bed.""No, get up, you lazy thing." Sean says, face set. "I've no time for this, this morning."Orlando leans up on his elbow, sheet slipping down his wide smooth chest. "I like when you get all fierce and tough. Give us a kiss." He says, smiling and turning his face up to the older man, dark eyes bright.Sean's expression softens and a smile spreads slowly. He sighs, shaking his head and kneels down on the bed, leaning over he curls his fingers around the back of Orlando's neck and kisses the wide, soft mouth. "You make me crazy. You are messy and you steal the covers and you wear my clothes." He whispers against the man's lips, smiling."I know, but you love me anyway, yeah?""Yeah, yeah I do." Sean murmurs and grabs the edge of his beige sweater and pulls it over his head as he lays down, drawing the young man to him.

My Weekend...

After moving through last week like swimming in syrup, Katie and I decided to go home to see my Momma for the weekend. My family lives in South Georgia. They are – to say the least country – very country. BUT my father’s side of the family is pure unadulterated poor white trash rednecks.My father passed when I was still young, and my Momma and Gran’pa raised us kids. She always made sure that I kept in touch with my father’s side, because as she said – it don’t matter if they’re all crazy as loons – they’re family by god….Okay, so.. we get home Saturday, spend the day with Momma, Gran’pa, my brother, his wife and their baby; we go to town, hang out, etc. That evening Momma says, “your uncle Rudy came by last week and was asking about you. You ought to go by there and see them. Tara had her baby.”Katie and I head off to Uncle Rudy’s. This requires going down the highway a bit, turning off onto a dirt road, crossing the railroad tracks, turning off the dirt road and down a market road (which is basically a logging road through the woods), driving around the pond, crossing the creek and pulling up in front of the house.When we get there the yard is full of trucks and cars. It seems that they’ve ‘gathered up’. Now in southern speak that just means that someone showed up at the house, then somebody else came by and somebody went on a beer run, somebody else fired up the smoker and somebody started peeling potatoes or snapping peas. There was about to be an eating.We get out and get hugged and patted on. My family really doesn’t give a damn that I’m gay, only because in their world, tha’s the least of the oddities we got.So, on that note, let’s take a quick roll call – shall we.There at the house we have Uncle Rudy, who’s about sixty. His wife Sara, his ex-wife Brenda, his daughter Stephanie, her son Jack, a couple of Jack’s friends, Rudy’s son Ricky, Ricky’s girlfriend Linda, who’s pushing sixty herself and is an ex-stripper, Ricky’s daughters Lynn, one of Lynn’s friends and Tara and Tara’s new baby Tamara. Sara’s mother Ida, who I swear to god is at least 95 and was drinking whiskey from a coffee cup the entire night.Now there aren’t maybe two marriage certificates in the whole bunch, it’s one of the slanted logic things that makes them not understand why I get upset that I can’t marry Katie. “Well, hell, your cousin Rooster’s got three kids by three women and he ain’t never been married…” *boggles* Of course I keep my opinion that this is merely a case of not understanding the complexities of a condom, rather than not believing that a ceremony certifies and blesses a union, to my self. Anyway…Ricky walks past carrying a rifle and a pair of pole climbers. He’s a lineman for the power company and has boot hooks that enable him to climb poles with a safety belt.. but he’s going to use them without the belt and climb a 40 foot pine tree in the side yard to deer hunt… *Waves to the man about to climb a tree with a rifle*“Come on in the house and see the baby.”Now, Tara’s my second cousin and she’s 18 and there she sits, with her new baby. I ask Aunt Brenda who the daddy is. She tells me it’s one of them trashy Baxter boys from over in Garfield and Uncle Rudy and Tara’s daddy, Ricky both have said if he shows his face around the family they’ll shoot him.About that time cousin Stephanie asks if we’re staying for dinner. I feel the claws on my elbow as Katie squeezes, my mouth opens to say, no no, sorry – we got to go, when Aunt Sara says, “well of course they’re staying. Jessie (which I hate being called) has better manners than to just stop by like that and then leave.”Um, so I may have lasting scars from the pinch that Katie gave me, but god love her sweet little heart, she smiled and went to go hold the baby, saying, “Jessie, hon, you go help in the kitchen – since we’re staying and all.” The venom dripping off the words left burn marks in the floor…I am vegan. I eat no meat, dairy products, etc. My family can’t even make a salad without chopping up egg in it. Dressing is a spoonful of mayonnaise and every vegetable cooked has a scoop of lard or piece of bacon in them, but I managed to find an apple and a bag of raw peanuts in the living room (don’t ask) and had that with some really good, fresh strong coffee. We cooked, we ate – a fire was built in the pit out in the yard. *waves to the man still in the tree with a rifle* It’s finally damned near midnight when we leaveKatie, bless her, never said a word about the fact that I am related by blood to these people… one of the reasons that I love her.So, how was ya’lls weekend? Hehe…

Goodbye R

When I first met the love of my life, Katie, I liked to party. I liked to party a lot. After she and I realized that we wanted to build something together, she told me that I had to change. She said she fully understood that it was arrogant of her to make that declaration, but she didn't care. If I put anything up my nose or in my veins she would walk away, no matter how much she loved me or how long we had been together, she would not live with an addict. I thought long and hard and agreed. She was worth giving up the partying. I have never ever regretted the decision.It wasn't easy, but she helped me and loved me and I had a reason to clean up.My friend R had addictions. Over the years we have tried to give her a reason to clean up. I became her sponsor at Narcotics Anonymous. It has not been enough.She has wrecked cars, gotten into fights, stolen and said some of the most hurtful things she could come up with.Last night she took what we can only assume was a deliberate overdose. Her heart lost rhythm and she suffered a heart attack, the emergency room personnel tried but they could not revive her. She was not yet twenty-five.She and I were friends. We had some great times, before her addiction made her into another person. I loved her as a dear friend and I will miss the person she was, and saying those words makes me unbearably sad. I wish that I could celebrate my friend's passing into the next life and at the same time, mourn losing her, both with total abandon. Instead I am just sad. Sad for the waste, sad for the weakness and sad that there is a tiny spark of relief that it is over.Last April I said goodbye to my friend Bobby, he had been sick for a long time and he fought against the sickness, struggling for every single day and minute until his body was just tired and he finally let go and left us. I loved him and miss him.I am angry with R for throwing away what was so precious to Bobby.I have not been around much lately here on LJ. I'm sorry. Each and every one of you is precious to me and enrich my life. Thank you.Love to you all, Jess

Wonder what h...

Wonder what his defense will be?

*Sniffs*

I smell chicken shit...*points and laughs*

Stand In - CP/KU - NC-17

TITLE: Stand inAUTHORS: hickorynut and darknight999PAIRING: Craig Parker / Karl UrbanRATING: NC-17WARNING: PWPDISCLAIMER: If I owned either Craig Parker or Karl Urban, you could bet I wouldn't be writing these stories about them.SUMMARY: Who gets Craig all hot and bothered?Craig snuck up behind Karl, spinning him and pushing him against the wall. When Karl moved to speak, Craig shook his head and placed a finger on the younger Kiwi's full lips. Karl could only nod as he watched the smaller man slide down his body until he knelt on the floor, slender fingers attacking buttons until worn denim parted.As Craig leaned his head and dragged his teeth over the ridge of muscle at Karl's thigh, laughing at the moan it caused, Karl wondered what had gotten into his friend, wondered what had brought about this sudden need. Of course they'd sated themselves with each other many times before, but it always surprised him when Craig jumped him like this.Craig popped the top button, pulling the zipper down. He looked up at the dark eyed man and grinned. Pressing his mouth to the material covering the hard curve of cock, he blew a warmth breath.Karl hissed at the pressure...the heat of Craig's breath. He knew the other man would scorch his soul if he'd give him half the chance. Trying to gain the upper hand once more, he shoved a rough hand into spiky dark hair and asked, "Who was it this time? Who got you all riled up and wouldn't fuck you?"Craig smiled up at him, lashes fluttering. "What do you care? You get to reap the benefits." He hooked a finger in the elastic of the waistband and pulled it out and down, licking the warm dark flesh.Eyes closing, Karl hitched his hips toward Craig's face. "I want to know whose shorts I'm filling. Who I'm supposed to be...""Shut up Karl, damn, it doesn't have to be this hard." Craig smiled at his joke and looked up at the man as he took the taut head between his lips, tightening them around the ridge.Karl started to ask once more about the identity of the other man, but Craig's actions shut him up. His head fell back, thumping against the wall as his cock was taken into that heavenly mouth. Craig's lips were made for sin, and he used them well...better than well... In fact, Karl had never met anyone else who could suck cock quite like Craig.Gag reflex be damned, Craig swallowed, hand going to tug at Karl's jeans. He slipped long fingers in the V and ran them under Karl's balls, rubbing up hard.Karl shuddered, hand tightening in Craig's short hair. His other hand moved from where he'd braced himself against the wall, moving instead to cup the jaw that was stretched around him. His thumb ran back and forth over Craig's throat, feeling the undulations of each swallow as his hips pumped back and forth minutely.Craig hummed happily, sliding his fingers further back, pushing up under Karl's balls. He tightened his mouth, tongue moving under the length as he slid his mouth wetly back and forth.Karl grunted, pushing forward and down, trying to get one of those teasing fingers pushed inside him. "Fuck, Craig..."Craig smiled; lips stretched and moved his hand further. He circled the dry pucker; rubbing and teasing, nail scratching barely."Damn it, Parker...quit teasing and fuck me already!" Karl's demand shocked even himself. More often than not, it was he who reamed Craig.Craig almost choked on the cock in his mouth as a snort of laughter erupted. He pulled his lips off the man and stood. "Oh do quit bitching." He grabbed Karl's arm, pulling him away from the wall and turning him, pressing against his back. "Do you want me, Karl?" He asked in a playful voice."Hell, Craig," Karl's voice grew whiny as he was repositioned. "I asked you nicely, didn't I?" He couldn't think, his brains having been half sucked out and the rest were pooled in his bum, which was pressed back against Craig's groin."Uh huh." Craig said into Karl's ear as he licked it, tongue snaking out. With one hand he unzipped his own pants and pushed them down, fishing in his pocket for the always-present condom and lube. He held Karl to the wall with one shoulder pressed between the man's own shoulder blades as he rolled on the condom and slicked his length and fingers. "Now, what was it you wanted?""Your cock," Karl breathed, "in me...fucking me...I want you to fuck me!" he cried out."Good boy." Craig said, grinning as he pressed two fingers into Karl, twisting them as he stretched the man quickly. Karl pushed back against the invading fingers, back arched as he invited rougher treatment. "Sissy...go ahead - fuck me...""Sis - sissy! Oh you fucker!" Craig laughed and withdrew his fingers. Holding the base of his cock he pressed against the man, feeling the squeeze-push as he entered him. "Fuck, god - nngh." He stammered.Karl's head fell forward and he bit his lip until it bled. The metallic taste of blood sent another surge through his body and he howled as Craig pushed inside.Craig thrust, pulling out until he felt the resistance of the ring of muscle and then slammed back in, pace increasing as he rocked into Karl, pushing upwards with every thrust. He leaned to speak in the man's ear again. "You want my hand Karl? Hmm? You want me to let you come?"His own hands braced solidly against the wall, Karl nodded frantically. "Fuck yeah..." He rolled his hips, meeting each of Craig's thrusts with eagerness."Yeah, yeah." Craig slid one hand around to grasp Karl's erection, fingers going to stroke-twist-tug as he bucked into Karl's' warm body. The heated coil of orgasm started forming in his stomach, low and deep. "Fuck, fuck...""Oh, hell yeah," Karl muttered, Craig's hand finding the perfect rhythm and tugging him along as the smaller man hurtled toward orgasm. He could feel his own body begin to bunch and twist, waiting to explode at just the right moment. "Close," he warned, "so fuckin' close...""Yeah, yeah." Craig repeated, stammering and stuttering. He bit down on Karl's shoulder, holding on as he pushed up onto his toes, shaking and trembling as his orgasm suddenly burst through him. "Fuck!" He yelled out around the mouth full of shirt and flesh. He squeezed hard onto Karl's cock.The sharp burst of pain as Craig bit into his flesh made Karl explode, and he filled Craig's fist with come. So much that it dripped to the floor, barely missing Craig's shoes where they were planted between his legs. "Yeah," Karl grunted. "Yeah..." he repeated, brain obliterated."Yeah." Craig agreed breathlessly, huffing out a laugh. He patted Karl's hip and back, pushing away and pulling out slowly. "Bloody hell, Karl.""You're telling me," the taller man groaned, remaining pressed against the wall in an effort not to just hit the floor. "Or rather, you won't tell me...leastways not who got you all hot and bothered. Might ought to send him some nice wine."Craig reached and caught Karl's chin, turning it and leaning to press a kiss to the man's jaw. "Hey Karl, sometimes - it's just about you."Karl blushed and smiled, turning his head to catch Craig's lips - the first kiss of the encounter. The sweetness of the kiss allowed Karl to believe that sometimes, maybe Craig did just want him.Craig sighed into Karl's mouth, taking a minute to try and convince himself that he could ever be what - and all - that Karl wanted. He pulled back and smiled. "C'mon mate. Let's get cleaned up and have a beer or three."Karl hitched at his jeans, pulling them up. "If you buy, I might even let you crash at mine."Brushing the dark, silky hair back, Craig grinned. "Deal."