This is the perfect bus fic. Hot and sweet and tender and funny and full of cameraderie. You've really captured the friendship, which is something that GSF often misses.
You know my thing for van fic, El. This is most definitely everything I love about it with the best kind of gsf, hell, friend, brother sex fic mixed in to boot. You'll have to forgive me, I'm still stuck on Branden here a little.
IN LOVE WITH YOU. IN LOVE. IN LOVE YOU WITH YOU LOVE YOU WITH.
Its dark out, the kind of perfect middle-of-the-night stillness that Bert loves, that he used to wander into the scrub at night looking for back home, finding a warm, flat rock and laying on it, arms outstretched. The first sign that I was going to love this. I have something for words that use "u"s in a really good, thunky way (I'm sorry, you're just going to have to accept my weird way of talking right now), and "scrub" is one of those words, especially when you're talking about the terrain type. Gnuh. And Bert trying to leave while still living there, guh.
and Branden is cursing and Jepha has his hand outstretched, making sure everyone's okay. "Fucking hell, this was a bad plan," Branden says, pressing the heel of his hand to his eyes. I could see this moment. And Jeph totally fucking puts his hand out, you are so right.
They don't get this often, Branden panting and pliant, and Bert rolls his hips again, and again,
( ... )
How late is too late to reply to comments? Also, since I talked to you about this shit for an hour and a half yesterday (and please tell me you have free nights and weekends on your plan), I am totally punking out on the reply here, but. But! I love this baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, so muuuuuuuuuuuch! And you rock, for my after-the-fact beta.
(Oh whatever, I never talk to anyone on the phone, I'm usually in danger of going over on my texts instead.)
THIS BAND. I MEAN. WHAT. How glad am I that there are at least a few other people that share my love? Because otherwise I would be LOVING THEM IN A VOID. And that would be weird. (And far less sexy.)
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2:19 Forever, baby.
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IN LOVE WITH YOU. IN LOVE. IN LOVE YOU WITH YOU LOVE YOU WITH.
Its dark out, the kind of perfect middle-of-the-night stillness that Bert loves, that he used to wander into the scrub at night looking for back home, finding a warm, flat rock and laying on it, arms outstretched.
The first sign that I was going to love this. I have something for words that use "u"s in a really good, thunky way (I'm sorry, you're just going to have to accept my weird way of talking right now), and "scrub" is one of those words, especially when you're talking about the terrain type. Gnuh. And Bert trying to leave while still living there, guh.
and Branden is cursing and Jepha has his hand outstretched, making sure everyone's okay. "Fucking hell, this was a bad plan," Branden says, pressing the heel of his hand to his eyes.
I could see this moment. And Jeph totally fucking puts his hand out, you are so right.
They don't get this often, Branden panting and pliant, and Bert rolls his hips again, and again, ( ... )
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(Oh whatever, I never talk to anyone on the phone, I'm usually in danger of going over on my texts instead.)
THIS BAND. I MEAN. WHAT. How glad am I that there are at least a few other people that share my love? Because otherwise I would be LOVING THEM IN A VOID. And that would be weird. (And far less sexy.)
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(And I keep getting a little misty-eyed over Branden, it's true. :\)
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