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For yuletide, I got Four Brothers fic! I had to flail around in my chair for a good few minutes before I even read the story, and then I did read it, and I had to shuffle in my seat some more.
[Hit the Ground Running On Empty]
Four Brothers. Jack/Bobby.
You guys, I love this movie. I just watched it again yesterday, and now I have fic for it. Hmm, love.
I haven't settled in to read much else yet, but already I see that there is a LOT of Boy Meets World fic listed. And Entourage! And a few Dexter! Just knowing that makes me happy. Oh, Yuletide. Thanks for bringing me the goods.
Also! Early this morning, after an inspiring conversation with theotherej, I punched out a ficlet for thegoldsky. I wasn't stoned, but really, let's pretend I was, mmkay?
grandma got run over
by Charli J
Travis has devolved into an amused bought of beatboxing, clicking his tongue and tapping his fingers against Gabe's calf, when Gabe says, "We should call Bill." He sits up and climbs over Travis on the couch to grab the cordless from its base.
"Move your laptop," he says, settling one knee between both of Travis's once the computer is out of the way. He turns on the phone and dials, scratching his neck with his free hand.
Travis says, "I could've handed that to you."
Automatically, Gabe tells him, "Obviously, I just want to be in your lap," a little preoccupied with listening for the other end now, but he winks when Travis stretches his lips in a lazy, close-mouthed smile. "Hold on, hold on, it's ringing."
"Hello?"
Gabe asks, "Yeah, can I speak to, uh, William 'you sexy thang you' Beckett?"
"That depends," William says, "Is this Gabe 'the way, uh huh, uh huh, I like it' Saporta? What the hell took you so long to call me?"
"My bad," Gabe says. He sits down so that his ass sort of rests on Travis's knee. "But I've got a, um, wait, what is it? Six-five, two hundred plus -- fuck, how does it go? Travis is here, dude. We're Chrismukkahing like it's 1999."
Travis shouts, "Hi, Bill!" and tucks his hand in Gabe's shirt against his stomach, tugging a little anxiously. He bumps the fingers down and flicks at Gabe's belt buckle.
On the other end, William laughs and says hi back. Gabe smiles and tells Travis, "Bill says 'What up, sexy beast?'"
William asks, "Are you guys high?"
"Are you drunk?" Gabe counters.
William giggles this time, and Gabe would swear he can almost see Bill's sloppy grin. He can practically see him stumble sideways, happy, the alcohol slipping over the edge of his cup in small splashes.
"Rum with eggnog," William declares.
Gabe says, "You don't mean eggnog with rum?"
"No. Butcher made it."
"Bullshit. He did not."
"He did; he found a recipe on the internet. He was very generous with the alcohol."
Gabe says, "Well, we found one for these vegan special brownies. They fucking sucked. We ate the whole pan."
"Yo!" Travis interjects, tugging again. He has his hand on Gabe's side now, still flexing and relaxing the fingers. Gabe squirms because it kind of tickles, but Travis doesn't let go. "Tell him about the song."
"Oh, yeah!" Gabe says. "We wrote a song for you. That's why we called. It's fucking genius."
Travis adds, "A Christmas carol! It's a little holiday ditty."
"No, shit?" William asks. "Let me hear it."
"Yeah." Gabe switches the phone to his left ear. "Actually, Travis just said we should probably stop Googling pictures of 'assface' online, 'cause we watched the Fall Out Boy spoof again. Anyway, this was us doing something else. We dedicate it to you."
"To the tune of Jingle Bells, okay?" Travis says.
Gabe nods even though Bill won't see it. "Right. Yeah, you ready?" He waits for William to give the okay and then pulls the receiver back enough for both he and Travis to sing. "Christmas head, Christmas head, Christmas head is fun. 'Neath the tree or on the bed; wish I could get so-ome. Christmas head, Christmas head, Christmas is for gifts. Better to give than to receive and blowjobs are the shit, hey!"
Travis pulls Gabe's hand closer so that he can get to the phone. "Tadah! You like it? It's fucking crazy, huh?"
"Timeless!" William swears. He's laughing again. "You guys -- you have to sing it for Sisky and Mike."
"Sing it again?"
Gabe pulls the phone back to his own ear. "From us to you, Bill. Because you should fucking be here."
"He should come for New Year's," Travis suggests.
Gabe says, "Travis says he wants to fuck you, so you should come for New Year's."
William says. "Mm, I think we might. I was talking to Pete -- "
"No, dude, don't come to fuck Pete. Come to fuck us."
"No, I know, I know," William says. "But he was just telling us about how everyone was gonna be out there. But, hey, okay, Butcher just got -- hey! -- he's got silly string now. I'm not safe -- watch my glass! -- I'll call you guys back."
"Alright, dude, we'll phone sex later then," Gabe says. Travis hollers a good-bye, too, and Gabe pats his cheek. "Travis says blow him."
"New Year's!" William says. "Sisky, no! Okay, I really need to go. Think about me in the shower."
"Every day, buddy, every day," Gabe promises. He cuts off the phone when William hangs up.
"Gone?" Travis asks. He pulls at his hair idly now, pausing only to take the cordless from Gabe and place it back on the base.
Gabe says, "Yep," and shifts forward, resting both hands on each of Travis's shoulders. He considers him critically, and then carefully asks "So. Want to make out?"
Happy Christmas, folks!
[Hit the Ground Running On Empty]
Four Brothers. Jack/Bobby.
You guys, I love this movie. I just watched it again yesterday, and now I have fic for it. Hmm, love.
I haven't settled in to read much else yet, but already I see that there is a LOT of Boy Meets World fic listed. And Entourage! And a few Dexter! Just knowing that makes me happy. Oh, Yuletide. Thanks for bringing me the goods.
Also! Early this morning, after an inspiring conversation with theotherej, I punched out a ficlet for thegoldsky. I wasn't stoned, but really, let's pretend I was, mmkay?
grandma got run over
by Charli J
Travis has devolved into an amused bought of beatboxing, clicking his tongue and tapping his fingers against Gabe's calf, when Gabe says, "We should call Bill." He sits up and climbs over Travis on the couch to grab the cordless from its base.
"Move your laptop," he says, settling one knee between both of Travis's once the computer is out of the way. He turns on the phone and dials, scratching his neck with his free hand.
Travis says, "I could've handed that to you."
Automatically, Gabe tells him, "Obviously, I just want to be in your lap," a little preoccupied with listening for the other end now, but he winks when Travis stretches his lips in a lazy, close-mouthed smile. "Hold on, hold on, it's ringing."
"Hello?"
Gabe asks, "Yeah, can I speak to, uh, William 'you sexy thang you' Beckett?"
"That depends," William says, "Is this Gabe 'the way, uh huh, uh huh, I like it' Saporta? What the hell took you so long to call me?"
"My bad," Gabe says. He sits down so that his ass sort of rests on Travis's knee. "But I've got a, um, wait, what is it? Six-five, two hundred plus -- fuck, how does it go? Travis is here, dude. We're Chrismukkahing like it's 1999."
Travis shouts, "Hi, Bill!" and tucks his hand in Gabe's shirt against his stomach, tugging a little anxiously. He bumps the fingers down and flicks at Gabe's belt buckle.
On the other end, William laughs and says hi back. Gabe smiles and tells Travis, "Bill says 'What up, sexy beast?'"
William asks, "Are you guys high?"
"Are you drunk?" Gabe counters.
William giggles this time, and Gabe would swear he can almost see Bill's sloppy grin. He can practically see him stumble sideways, happy, the alcohol slipping over the edge of his cup in small splashes.
"Rum with eggnog," William declares.
Gabe says, "You don't mean eggnog with rum?"
"No. Butcher made it."
"Bullshit. He did not."
"He did; he found a recipe on the internet. He was very generous with the alcohol."
Gabe says, "Well, we found one for these vegan special brownies. They fucking sucked. We ate the whole pan."
"Yo!" Travis interjects, tugging again. He has his hand on Gabe's side now, still flexing and relaxing the fingers. Gabe squirms because it kind of tickles, but Travis doesn't let go. "Tell him about the song."
"Oh, yeah!" Gabe says. "We wrote a song for you. That's why we called. It's fucking genius."
Travis adds, "A Christmas carol! It's a little holiday ditty."
"No, shit?" William asks. "Let me hear it."
"Yeah." Gabe switches the phone to his left ear. "Actually, Travis just said we should probably stop Googling pictures of 'assface' online, 'cause we watched the Fall Out Boy spoof again. Anyway, this was us doing something else. We dedicate it to you."
"To the tune of Jingle Bells, okay?" Travis says.
Gabe nods even though Bill won't see it. "Right. Yeah, you ready?" He waits for William to give the okay and then pulls the receiver back enough for both he and Travis to sing. "Christmas head, Christmas head, Christmas head is fun. 'Neath the tree or on the bed; wish I could get so-ome. Christmas head, Christmas head, Christmas is for gifts. Better to give than to receive and blowjobs are the shit, hey!"
Travis pulls Gabe's hand closer so that he can get to the phone. "Tadah! You like it? It's fucking crazy, huh?"
"Timeless!" William swears. He's laughing again. "You guys -- you have to sing it for Sisky and Mike."
"Sing it again?"
Gabe pulls the phone back to his own ear. "From us to you, Bill. Because you should fucking be here."
"He should come for New Year's," Travis suggests.
Gabe says, "Travis says he wants to fuck you, so you should come for New Year's."
William says. "Mm, I think we might. I was talking to Pete -- "
"No, dude, don't come to fuck Pete. Come to fuck us."
"No, I know, I know," William says. "But he was just telling us about how everyone was gonna be out there. But, hey, okay, Butcher just got -- hey! -- he's got silly string now. I'm not safe -- watch my glass! -- I'll call you guys back."
"Alright, dude, we'll phone sex later then," Gabe says. Travis hollers a good-bye, too, and Gabe pats his cheek. "Travis says blow him."
"New Year's!" William says. "Sisky, no! Okay, I really need to go. Think about me in the shower."
"Every day, buddy, every day," Gabe promises. He cuts off the phone when William hangs up.
"Gone?" Travis asks. He pulls at his hair idly now, pausing only to take the cordless from Gabe and place it back on the base.
Gabe says, "Yep," and shifts forward, resting both hands on each of Travis's shoulders. He considers him critically, and then carefully asks "So. Want to make out?"
Happy Christmas, folks!