gned nosen mot mig

[cimorene]

so last night i saw a very long engagement with mace_m and shiroi_chi. i liked it even more than i thought i would. and more importantly i followed the action almost entirely, when it was in french (i don't speak french. spanish, yes, french, no) and subtitled in swedish (which i've studied just since september). (it was subtitled in finnish too, but i don't speak finnish.)

anyway: great movie, very pretty, and like mace said, amazingly not-mushy for a movie about undying hope and everlasting love and whatnot.

mace_m, where was the post where eric was fussing over--(damn, i can't spell the baby's name; i may call her A.R.H.C.B. for armless russian hermaphrodite crackbaby)? we mustn't lose the link.



the lines at the airport were fucking awful and all jason wanted was a beer, followed by a nap and a blowjob, not necessarily in that order. in the cab he thought vaguely about his pressure points and where that one on the wrist was that was supposed to make a headache go away, or the ones in the temples perhaps, but couldn't decide. he leaned his head on the window and woke up outside the flat.

"hi, honey," he called, pushing open the door. "i'm--pink." he closed the door and looked around--not in that order. "hot pink," he amended weakly. "everywhere."

eric appeared in the doorway, looking shirtlessly alluring and unshaven. "do you like it?"

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[hollsh.livejournal.com]

come on AIM...pleeeeease!

[mace-m.livejournal.com]

You'll find the adventure of Vikhtoria Alexandra Evegenina and her two (insane) daddies here (http://www.livejournal.com/users/mace_m/262371.html?thread=785123#t785123).

And oh, dear. How pink everywhere! *g* Actually the snippet reminds of an episode of the Northern Exposure where Sally (or was it Kelly, any way the young blond who was married to the much older barkeeper) decorated their bathroom with pink (and there was pink everywhere) causing her husband to develop constipation.

[cimness.livejournal.com]

i know who you mean, although hm. i don't remember said episode. i haven't seen northern exposure at all for years.

"it'll take some getting used to," said jason. "you painted it yourself."

eric made a wry face and stepped across the hall. while jason unbuttoned his coat, eric unwound the scarf round his neck, and wound himself in its place. "still got the barbie-colored flecks under my nails to prove it. toenails too. and on my legs. wouldn't come out of the hair."

"poor baby," murmured jason into eric's mouth, which tasted of stale potato crisps and beer.

eric smiled into the kiss and jason felt himself smiling too, but it was an effort for his face muscles.

"the pink i get," he said.

"it should make her feel welcome," explained eric, leading him by the hand into the kitchen, causing jason to stumble over his half-kicked-off sneakers and fall into eric's warm, firm chest. eric just laughed. "easy. you need a nap, old man?"

"and a blowjob," affirmed jason, "not necessarily in that order. i see that. i like the pink."

"i was thinking of it like team spirit, like, the--a gesture. and see, i really hate powder pink," said eric, bending into the open fridge to give jason an excellent unobstructed view of an excellent denim-encased arse. "i was going to ask you about the different shades but just--then i realised i couldn't stand it. i figure we can always change it if you prefer powder pink--"

"--i don't!"

eric grinned. "--and how likely is THAT? and as for that blowjob--"

"did you just waggle your eyebrows?" said jason.

eric handed him a beer. "should i do it again?" he did.

"ah, you've been practising," jason leered, settling himself at the table, leaning back, legs comfortably apart of the warmth growing low in his belly, the slight tightness of his jeans. eric moved to go past him into the other room, but he reached out an arm and dragged him between his spread knees, hand comfortably stroking the denim above eric's knee. the beer was good--chilled, not his favorite, but they hadn't been back in morocco for a good while, and he didn't really expect that.

[mace-m.livejournal.com]

Your almost-Bana/Isaacs-smut warms my heart like an extra blanket on a cold winter night! *sigh*

[cimness.livejournal.com]

was that a request? :g:

eric lifted just the left brow, and leaned in, nudging the beer bottle out of the way, and put his mouth lazily on top of jason's, gentle, not hard, scraping with stubble and tasting less like potato chips on the inside, and more like eric himself.

jason let his hands drift up the backs of eric's legs, surrendering complete control of the kiss, opening his mouth passively and just responding to every move while he tried to concentrate on relaxing the faintly tense muscles of his neck.

"mmm," he sighed when eric pulled back, "come here," curving his hands around the firm, muscular buttocks.

"about that blowjob though?" said eric.

jason opened his eyes. "yeah?"

eric stood up and stretched, let his hand fall naturally and flicked open the top button of his own worn jeans, naturally riveting jason's gaze and every molecule of his brain. he licked his lips. "you gonna finish that beer?" said eric, brushing his hand absently over his lower belly. "i think i'll have a shower."

jason put his bottle down decisively, stood up, and hooked his thumbs swiftly through eric's back belt loops so he couldn't escape again. "i think i'll be coming with you," he mumbled to eric's neck.

"mm," said eric agreeably, hands still moving, working on jason's jeans now, having opened his own. jason did his best to get in the way by grinding their hips together. eric laughed, low and rumbly, "easy there," and jason shivered and crowded him towards the bathroom.

[mace-m.livejournal.com]

was that a request? :g:

If this is result, I must keep on making 'requests'. *g* I'm trying to stop thinking about Eric teasingly slowly taking off his jeans and making Jason curse at him, and not succeeding at all.

[cimness.livejournal.com]

i take it you don't want to write it yourself!


jason left the bathroom door ajar rather than look up, take his hands away from eric's waist, and eric had apparently made the same decision.

something jason and eric had often discussed in such various locations as a bed, an outdoor hot tub in the french alps, and their own breakfast table was the virtual impossibility of taking off one's clothes without breaking apart a kiss. you just couldn't reach.

and eric was laughing softly at him, shifting his hips slightly as he slowly slid his jeans down his thighs, exposing inch on inch of muscular flesh dusted with dark curls. jason had abandoned taking his own jeans off in favor of kissing, kneeling on the floor in front of the bent-over eric, practically breaking his neck, he was sure, to get another kiss, then another.

"fuck it," jason cursed, and gave up his struggle, drew back to shove eric's hands out of the way and jerk his jeans unceremoniously off. when he had them pooled around eric's ankles he leant in to nuzzle dreamily at the hot crease of his thigh, where the skin was like satin and his nose was tickled by springy curls and eric's strong, musky scent.

"are you gonna be okay if i pick up my feet?" said eric.

jason sat back on his heels and blinked up at him, unashamedly naked, so--pretty. "um," he said, brain having apparently shorted out. "we should get in the shower."

but eric made it in first, while jason was still hissing softly at the scrape as he pulled off his now-uncomfortably-tight jeans.

[cimness.livejournal.com]

eric's eyes were closed when jason looked up, and he was tilting his face back to let the water run through the sweat-limp curls of his hair. the water sluicing down his body, rivulets picking paths across his chest and abdomen and muscular flank: it was like a soft-core shower scene from a smarmy film. his cock stood out from his body, flushed and hard--maybe not so soft-core. jason, who had forgotten almost entirely about washing off the sweat of his long flight, seized eric by the hips and kissed him hard when eric moved pliantly in his grip and made a soft hum of contentment.

"are you getting water in your mouth?" eric mumbled, tilting his head to show jason his neck for the bites he always wanted.

"yes," jason mumbled, licking and sucking it off the skin under eric's ear.

"nose?"

"no," said jason, and opened his mouth on eric's collarbone to drink the warm water as it came running down.

"i can't see," said eric, whose head had fallen back on the wall of the shower with a thump.

"that's okay," jason promised, stroking down his hips to the fronts of his thighs, pressing them gently apart to step in between. "you won't need to anyway..."

"okay--" a hint of amusement in his voice, hands tightening hard around jason's biceps--

"--because i'm going to fuck you blind."

"somehow," said eric, "i knew you were going to say that."

"don't think you have the monopoly on bad dialogue," said jason.

"oh no. i've read your latest script."

jason bit at the firm flesh of eric's shoulder, turning a chuckle into a gasp.

[mace-m.livejournal.com]

Oooh, you've moved from almost smut, to actual smut! I adore it!

[cimness.livejournal.com]

it's still softcore. nothing you couldn't see in a bad thriller. ;)

[mace-m.livejournal.com]

I don't care how bad the thriller was, if there was Jason and Eric in the shower at the same time, I'd still pay to see it!

[cimness.livejournal.com]

well, duh. :)