attempting to break my writer's block...
Just Kickin by Xscape
He slipped into the flat, weary from a hard day of filming, starving but undecided if he could stay conscious long enough to eat. In socked feet, he shuffled into the living room, surprised to see the glow of the flat-screen tv. Even more surprised to who waited up for him so late in the night it was nearly morning.
“What are you still doing up? You should sleep. You have a long day ahead of you.”
The dark head swiveled around. “Don’t go all fatherly on me. I’m allowed to stay up and worry. It’s the mother’s job, isn’t it?”
The laugh in the voice poured light over his weary soul, washing away his exhaustion.
Te extrano by Xtreme
The heels of his boots tapped sharply on the floor, followed by a swift clap of his hands. The tight black pants, seamed with silver, should have looked gay, flamboyant, utterly out of place on his lean legs, his masculine body. Instead, Yunho found saliva pooling in the back of his mouth. Someone so masculine should not look so delicious. If not for his upbringing, his faith, his being, Yunho knew that beautiful face and masculine body would be his. Sweaty and slick beneath his own, above his own. Flesh on skin on sweat.
The warm twang of the Spanish guitar thrummed over his skin, making Yunho wish he could abandon all his morals.
Understanding by Xscape
“I hate when you say shit like that. It just makes the fangirls crazier than they already are.” Jaejoong slammed into the shared bedroom.
Huffing out a sigh, Yunho rubbed his forehead. What genius had decided he’d make a good band leader? Oh yea, he had, along with the other four and the management. Sometimes he thought maybe he was the dumbest person ever.
“Jae...” Staring at his fellow member and best friend, Yunho found words escaped him.
Angrily making the beds crammed into the single bedroom, Jae growled, “Don’t try to pacify me, Yunho-ah. I love you dearly. You are my best friend and, within the group, my leader. But the fanservice, the not-so-subtle hints are just pissing off.”
Raising his palms in defeat, in understanding, Yunho sighed again. “I know. I’m sorry.”
Pausing at the exhaustion in the sigh, Jae looked, really looked at Yunho. “I’m just, I’m not- damnit. I am not a girl. No matter how pretty my face may be.”
On Your Own by Nick Lachey
You watch his retreating figure, that strong back vanishing in the distance. Even from the beginning, you knew he was never yours to keep but how you wanted to keep him anyway. The anger, the frustrated passion lurking beneath his smooth skin always urged him forward. Forward into you and then right on through you. So you watch, helpless, heartbroken. Come back, my passion, my light, my personal thunderstorm. But you know he won’t. He is off into the wild to be free, to be the spirit he’s always been.
You hope he knows you will still be standing there when he returns.
Catwoman by Shakespeare’s Sister
“Come here, baby.”
He stares in awe, in fear.
“It’s okay, luv. I won’t hurt you.” A slick sharp smile. “Though if I do, you will certainly enjoy it.”
His muscles quiver beneath taut, tan skin. Part fear, part lust, the trembles are exciting, promising.
A hand slides over ridged abs, up to firm pectorals. “So delicious. So perfect.” Pure predator shines from green eyes. “Just what I was looking for when I decided to move down here.”