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everything hates me today. even like, the air.
I honestly think I am never going to ever finish anything when I have like, tons of fic that are missing like, one scene (including my help_haiti fic) and I just. Can't. Make. Them. Work.
Randomly, Kris on a journey of personal discovery:
"So Ben was like--" Adam makes a vague gesture, casually obscene, stretched out on the hood of his car with a pensive expression as the ocean beat a distant counterpoint against the rocks below them. "What, closeted?"
Kris picks up his beer and thinks about it. "No? He was just, you know--he really liked blowjobs."
Adam's shakes his head in bewilderment at the strangeness of people who don't live a life that makes porn superfluous.
(Not that Adam doesn't have porn. Adam and porn are not strangers at all.)
"For three months?" Adam sighs, taking a drink. "You know, I could--"
"I have a full beer and that jacket is Prada," Kris says darkly. "Think about how you want to finish that sentence."
Adam hunches his shoulders protectively, pulling the soft leather closer. "I was going to say," he answers defensively, black-smudged blue eyes narrowing in betrayal, "I know some guys--"
"That's--actually worse," Kris says after finishing his beer, more to remove himself from the temptation than anything else. Dropping the bottle over the side of the car, Kris turns his head enough to make sure Adam can see his appalled horror. "You're not pimping me out to your friends."
"I was thinking more--"
"Or your hook-ups," Kris adds implacably to derail the crazy before he wakes up to a selection of text messages offering all the gay experience any man could ask for as approved by Adam Lambert. There's nothing about this plan that could possibly go right, even by accident. "I think I can handle it, thanks."
Adam rolls his eyes. "Fine, since you're doing so well, who am I to try to introduce a little variety--"
"There's something to be said for intensive practice," Kris says thoughtfully, scooting closer as the chill breeze coming off the Pacific cuts through his t-shirt. Adam lifts his arm and Kris settles gratefully against the big, warm body, the smell of leather and aftershave and Paul Mitchell settling around him in a comfortable, familiar haze. "You know. Getting it right."
Adam finishes his beer, pretending he doesn't want to ask while Kris pretends he won't eventually tell.
"Okay," Adam says, tossing the bottle into the darkness before running his fingers deliberately through Kris' hair. "Where should I start?"
Kris shivers and leans into the touch with a sigh; Adam might not always win, but he sure knows how not to lose. "Ask me about my reflexes. We'll go from there."
Randomly, Kris on a journey of personal discovery:
"So Ben was like--" Adam makes a vague gesture, casually obscene, stretched out on the hood of his car with a pensive expression as the ocean beat a distant counterpoint against the rocks below them. "What, closeted?"
Kris picks up his beer and thinks about it. "No? He was just, you know--he really liked blowjobs."
Adam's shakes his head in bewilderment at the strangeness of people who don't live a life that makes porn superfluous.
(Not that Adam doesn't have porn. Adam and porn are not strangers at all.)
"For three months?" Adam sighs, taking a drink. "You know, I could--"
"I have a full beer and that jacket is Prada," Kris says darkly. "Think about how you want to finish that sentence."
Adam hunches his shoulders protectively, pulling the soft leather closer. "I was going to say," he answers defensively, black-smudged blue eyes narrowing in betrayal, "I know some guys--"
"That's--actually worse," Kris says after finishing his beer, more to remove himself from the temptation than anything else. Dropping the bottle over the side of the car, Kris turns his head enough to make sure Adam can see his appalled horror. "You're not pimping me out to your friends."
"I was thinking more--"
"Or your hook-ups," Kris adds implacably to derail the crazy before he wakes up to a selection of text messages offering all the gay experience any man could ask for as approved by Adam Lambert. There's nothing about this plan that could possibly go right, even by accident. "I think I can handle it, thanks."
Adam rolls his eyes. "Fine, since you're doing so well, who am I to try to introduce a little variety--"
"There's something to be said for intensive practice," Kris says thoughtfully, scooting closer as the chill breeze coming off the Pacific cuts through his t-shirt. Adam lifts his arm and Kris settles gratefully against the big, warm body, the smell of leather and aftershave and Paul Mitchell settling around him in a comfortable, familiar haze. "You know. Getting it right."
Adam finishes his beer, pretending he doesn't want to ask while Kris pretends he won't eventually tell.
"Okay," Adam says, tossing the bottle into the darkness before running his fingers deliberately through Kris' hair. "Where should I start?"
Kris shivers and leans into the touch with a sigh; Adam might not always win, but he sure knows how not to lose. "Ask me about my reflexes. We'll go from there."
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Sorry you are having fic issues but this lurker will wait patiently to see more of any Kradam story you write.
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Thank you!
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You are doing FINE.
*eyes you* Email?
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Also, can I say it's awesome to have you showing up on my DW readinglist again?
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My son uses this threat when I get new jean and he has chocolate milk. It works really well.
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Ahhh, finishing stories can be quite the effing pain. I'm writing on my smallfandom_bb atm but I find myself grappling onto every possible distraction because writing is going like molasses. Soft and way too sweet so I have to like edit it like a crazy. Because sweet aliens are not.
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(Anonymous) 2010-04-11 07:37 am (UTC)(link)-Lurkerlynne
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guh. Sensory memory for the WIN. *fans self*
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Both of them are being very difficult.
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LOL, you are a big fat TEASE!
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Oh my. I want to curl up in the warmth of this.
I love self-discovery fic, and I love your Adam/Kris vibe, and this is just so good.
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♥
I feel your pain, though. My characters never do what I want them to. I am totally whipped. This causes many problems when I try to finish anything.
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