Lonely Prompts That Found A Home
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paulacasRPS, Christian/Steve, "You know it's three in the morning, right?"
http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/163388.html?thread=35337020
A hand reached out in the dark and encountered…nothing. Nothing but cool empty sheets. Blue eyes snapped open, keen ears listened. No sounds came from anywhere in the room.
He climbed out of bed gingerly, mindful of the bruises and aches from earlier activities. He felt around the dark floor until he located a pair of pants. A quick tug, barely zipped, he rushed through the suite bare-chested and bare-footed looking for his wayward partner.
He slowed his headlong rush when he smelled the rain washed air filling the room. The balcony door stood open, a body sprawled in a chair, the smell of cigarettes chasing the rain.
He paused and shook a couple more out of the pack before walking onto the balcony. Lighting both, he passed one to the man in the shadows.
“You know it’s three in the morning, right?”
“Quarter til, but who’s counting.”
The light from the phone screen caught his eye. A picture of Jensen and Danielle from the wedding, gazing at each other with so much love it almost hurt to see. Seemed most of their friends were getting married…Jared, Jensen, Jon…*fuck*
His soft-hearted, sentimental lover had a case of the ‘wedding blues’. Now all he had to do was ‘soothe the savage beast’ and get the exhausted man back to sleep. He’d catch hell if they appeared in New York looking like extras from a Tim Burton movie.
He was jarred out of his mental meanderings when a question broke the silence.
“Ever think about gettin’ married?”
His head dropped in exasperation. *Of all the…stubborn, mule-headed…* They’d danced around this conversation for years. Three in the morning, in the dark, the air crackling with energy from the passing thunderstorm, seemed as good a time as any for making his position crystal clear.
“No.”
Long hair danced around the handsome face as his partner’s head snapped up to meet his eyes.
“Why not?”
Glad the pants he’d grabbed was his own, he fished his phone out of the pocket. He passed it to the man in the chair.
A picture—from last year, taken after the KANE show, the weekend of his birthday—showed them leaning against a wall, foreheads touching, fingers fiddling with the necklaces shaped like a guitar picks they both wore.
He heard a gasp at the emotions the picture showed…the intimacy…the love.
His breath left in a whoosh as a bundle of hair and muscle pinned him to the door.
“How many years has it been?” The question came out in between kisses.
“Forever, cowboy—Forever.”
RPS, Jeff/author's choice, betrayed
http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/163388.html?thread=35335228#t35335228
He stood on the red carpet in front of the giant mural for ‘The Losers’, arm wrapped around Hilarie. Between the premier of his latest movie and the birth of his son, life was perfect, and he was giddy with excitement.
The reporters and photographers turned away as the next celebrity stepped on the red carpet. Brown eyes widened, his grip on Hilarie tightened until she complained. He had to make a conscious effort to loosen his fingers when the cameras parted to allow the beautiful man with green eyes and sinful pout to prowl towards them.
“Surprise! ‘Ol Man.” Jensen swept Jeff into a hug.
Jensen’s expression was perfect for two friends and colleagues supporting each other’s work. They bantered perfectly for the cameras. Always the gentleman, Jensen said all the right lines, his timing perfect. He knew Hilarie from various CW functions and spoke sweetly and sincerely to her about the birth of her son, never looking Jeff directly in the eye.
Distracted by someone calling his name, Jeff soon lost track of Jensen in the chaos of the premier.
Jeff knew Jensen never opened his house if he was only going to be in town for a day or two--he always stayed with friends. When his calls went to Jensen’s voicemail, he dug through his desk until he found Steve Carlson’s number.
The response from the singer after Jeff identified himself had his ears burning. The voice faded as someone took the phone from him.
“What do you want?” The exhaustion in the raspy voice tore at Jeff’s heart.
“I’m sorry…I should have…I never meant…” He broke off at the sound of bitter laughter.
“Fuck, Morgan. You’re such a cliché.” Jensen paused. “Did you mean any of it or were they just pretty words to keep the pretty boy at your beck and call when your girlfriend wasn’t available?”
Shock kept Jeff quiet.
“What I thought. Your kid must have been all of ten minutes old when you were nailin’ me to the mattress during LA Con.”
“No…No, Jensen it was never like that. You know how I feel about you. I always meant to tell you about Hilarie and the baby, but the time we had was always so short I didn’t want to spoil it.” Jeff pleaded.
“You know, I’ve never been anyone’s dirty little secret. Guess you get the notch on your superhero belt.” Jensen’s indrawn breath sounded like a sob. “All the years I managed to survive gropey, casting couch producers and directors, and it’s someone I gave my heart to that made me feel like a who…”
The words stopped when someone else grabbed the phone.
“So help me Morgan I see you around my boy again, you won’t have to worry about havin’ anymore kids.” Chris Kane growled as he ended the call.
He sat frozen in shock at the turn his perfect life had taken. His head turned toward the sounds from the other room as Hilarie fed their son. His heart swelled at the love he held for them even as his soul shriveled at the way he betrayed the one he’d loved first…still.
Justified/Supernatural, Raylan/Dean, 'I got flaws / I got faults / Keep looking for your perfect someone / It doesn't matter who we are / We all have our scars'
http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/163388.html?thread=35335484#t35335484
Raylan pushed away his empty plate as he reached for his beer. He sat back watching the patrons as they came and went from the bar and grill. This was the most relaxed he’d felt since he’d been transferred to Lexington. His reverie was interrupted by the rumble of an American high performance engine.
A sleek black beauty pulled into the spot by the window where Raylan watched. He whistled low as he appreciates the cherry condition of the classic. The whistle chokes into a cough when the driver steps out into the parking lot.
They’re perfect. The perfect black beauty and the perfectly beautiful man that shuts the door and rubs a hand lovingly over the glossy paint. Eyes the color of a mountain meadow look directly at Raylan as though he can see him staring through the tinted window. After a careful perusal of the parking lot, he stalks gracefully toward the door.
Raylan lets go a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as the stranger disappeared from sight only to reappear at the bar.
The marshal continued to study the man as he ordered a meal that he ate like he was being forced and washed it down with a beer that he looked at like he wished was something stronger.
Raylan’s breath gave a pause when he approached his table.
“Somethin’ I can help you with, Marshal?” The voice sounded rusty, unused and it sent sparks along Raylan’s nerves.
He decided to test the waters. He shifted subtly in his chair while watching the handsome face.
“Only if yer so inclined.” He drawled low.
“Always willing to help law enforcement.” The expression never changed, but he added a wink.
“Stayin’ next door.” Relief washed through Raylan at the younger man’s acceptance.
“Meet you there after I settle.” He indicated his bill.
Raylan settled his hat as he stood. “Last room in the front.”
The dark blond head dipped in acknowledgement.
“Don’t start without me.” He growled.
Raylan marveled at the body moving toward him. He was built for strength and speed…all predatory grace. Scars peppered the perfectly proportioned torso several long white scars twined around the muscled forearms.
“Perfect.” Raylan reached to pull him down.
“Nah. Just Dean.”
Before Raylan could form a comeback that sinful mouth and talented hands had Raylan forgetting everything but his need.
They panted softly into each other’s necks, sweat pooled in the dips as their bodies come down. Dean slides out and off to the side. As he starts to doze, he jerks himself awake and heads to the bathroom. He hands a damp towel to Raylan before settling back in the bed.
Raylan rolled out of bed just before his alarm buzzed. Dean was sprawled on his stomach, arms under his pillow. He runs his hand softly down the lean back. A soft sigh that sounded like a name, and Dean blinked sleepily.
“Hey.”
“Gotta go to work.” He steals a kiss when Dean sits up. “Be here when I get off? It’d be the perfect ending to what’ll probably be a shitty day.” He grabs another kiss.
Dean’s chuckle sent a shiver through Raylan.
“I’m nobody’s perfect anything, Marshal.”
Raylan cupped his hand under Dean’s chin and raised his head until green eyes met brown.
“We all have scars.”
Dean drew a shuddering breath.
“Buy you a drink when you’re off duty.”
Raylan smiled.
Perfect.
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Date: 2010-06-28 07:29 am (UTC)It was really sweet and heartwarming and I love how they are already "married". That´s how I read it anyway;)
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Date: 2010-06-28 10:38 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-06-28 12:56 pm (UTC)No seriously ? Furious!chris, heartbroken!jensen and well guilty!Jeff, perfect plot for a fic.
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Date: 2010-06-28 08:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-28 08:58 pm (UTC)A vampire Jeff/Jensen ? Where ? Where ?
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Date: 2010-06-28 10:41 pm (UTC)Careful you don't hurt something. LOL
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Date: 2010-06-28 10:47 am (UTC)The second one was just as beautiful. It just showed us different emotions. Love protective Chris.
Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2010-06-28 10:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-28 10:59 am (UTC)And now that makes me want to smack Jeff. And that doesn't happen very often. *lol* I love it when Steve gets mad. *g*
I gotta watch the next Justified episodes. My, that was pretty!!
ETA: And holy shit, by clicking around I see I've missed a multichaptered fic by you! Oi!! Bad ele! *lol* Bookmarked, will read that later!
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Date: 2010-06-28 11:22 am (UTC)The Jeff one didn't start out that way. For some reason my muse liked putting Jeff in as the bad guy. Go figure.
Not a lot I can say about Justified. I'm too busy drooling and loving that they set it in Kentucky instead of some place cliche. Plus Raylan is just a big 'ol tall drink of water.
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Date: 2010-06-29 05:09 am (UTC)♥
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Date: 2010-06-29 10:35 am (UTC)