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."

**Notice**

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