Sunday, July 17, 2011

I Like It

For a certain someone who likes this guy*

“Did you see who’s here tonight?”
“I did. I saw the group of them walk in. And he was kind of hard to miss with that blonde hair.”
“He’s a pretty boy.”
Valtteri let out a disgusted noise and grabbed his beer off the bar. He threw down a twenty and spun around, winding back over toward. It was nice to have a free night to go out… but next time he was going to go out by himself. Catch a movie or something.
Pretty boy, he thought to himself. Like he could help the blonde hair, the blue eyes, the sharp features. When did that become a bad thing to have? He was a hockey player, he was tough, he was manly…
“Like I don’t have something to offer women besides my looks,” he mumbled under his breath.
“What do you have to offer exactly?”
Val jerked his head to the right and stared at the person who had just spoken.
Her head came up to his eyes. Long, dark hair fell over her shoulders in curls, a large fluff of bangs swept to the side almost covered a pair of vibrant, green eyes. A cute, little turned-up nose was set atop of a full set of shiny red lips. And a dusting of freckles was barely noticeable under the lighting of the club.
“Hawww… Hi.”

Friday, July 8, 2011

Nothing Wrong - Kevin Bieksa

I had a test done yesterday to make sure there wasn’t anything weird going on with ‘my girls.’ Ultrasound showed that there’s nothing there to be worried about, and I was so elated that I started writing something. It ends a little differently than my true story, but hey… this is a fiction place, right?* Enjoy!!!
She threw open the door, calling out his name as she practically hopped over the threshold and into his place.
“JUICE!!! Kev? Where are you?!”
As she took the stairs two at a time, she was still calling his name. She saw him pop out from the bathroom and ran to him, jumping into his startled arms. He coughed out the mouthwash he’d been swishing around and she smiled at the minty smell in the air. As they crashed against the wall, he wrapped his thick arms around her to protect her as they slid to the floor.
Pressing her lips to his, she grabbed at the towel, wrenching it open and smoothing her hand over his cock. Feeling it twitch she stroked slowly, burying her face in his neck and nipping at his skin. He let out a grunt and his hands held her close as he lifted his hips to her touch.
“You must’ve known I was coming home with good news,” she whispered and felt his entire body go rigid.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Fireworks -- A Simon Gagne one-shot

“Babe, if you don’t hurry up I’m coming in there and dragging out!”
Annie giggled and shook her head at Simon’s exasperated tone. He would appreciate the extra minute it was taking for her to slap her lip gloss on. Like they weren’t going to be there earlier than everyone else anyway.
Smacking her lips together once more, she adjusted the top of her dress and made sure the curled ends of her long, dark hair fell smoothly across her back. She could hear him muttering to himself on the other side of the door. No other man had ever been so concerned about time, in the history of the world. And she did enjoy pushing his buttons from time to time. It was always fun to watch that handsome face get a litt…
“Annie Johnson! Woman, you try my patience!”
“Simon Gagne! Stop freaking out! It’s a Fourth of July picnic… and you’re Canadian!”

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Just Friends - Max Talbot, Part 2 of 2

I didn’t know if I would be able to do this. not this soon after the news. But with all the Max hate I’ve been hearing, I felt like I needed this. like it was my own brand of therapy. I know that the first part was a lot hotter, but this is how it came out when I started typing. I hope you like it though, no matter what.
Shannon opened her eyes and looked around the room. Max was sitting in a chair by the window. He was staring at a spot on the wall. An empty spot. And he looked miserable. She wrapped the sheet around her body and stepped over to him. Placing an arm on his shoulder, she bit her lip to keep from laughing when he jumped.
“Hey handsome. Big day today, eh?”
“I pretty much have my mind made up.”
“Oh yeah… anything you want to talk about?”
She sighed as he pulled her down onto his lap. He buried his face in her neck and she heard, and felt, him take in a huge breath.
“What I said the other night… that I’d take you with me…” he paused and she watched him swallow, the action looking like it was costing him dearly. “Would you ever consider it?”
This was new territory. They had always just kept it simple. She was head over heels in love with him though. And for him to say something like that… he must be pretty serious about her as well. But to jut drop everything and move to a new city… that was asking a lot of someone who wasn’t even called ‘girlfriend.’
“Are you serious?”
“More serious than I’ve ever been about anything in my life. The thought of losing you… that’s worse than the thought of leaving Pittsburgh. Or maybe it’s similar… because in order to leave this city… I have to leave you too. I don’t want that. In one day I don’t want to lose everything that I’ve come to lo… love.”
She gasped and turned her head, staring into those beautiful eyes. He looked as though he was going to cry.
“And I would hate for you to leave. That would mean learning to love someone all over again. I don’t want to learn how to love someone else. I want to love you. Just you.”
“Is it actually possible for you to just move though?”
“I’m a writer. I can write from anywhere. It’s the whole ‘finding a new place to live’ and all that stuff.”
“With me,” he whispered before grabbing her neck and pulling her close for a kiss. She moaned as his mouth devoured hers. He tasted like coffee. And caramel. That meant that…
“You went and got Starbucks without me??”