[london, april 1994. follows this... written as aim chat, revised slightly for clarity]

Something in the back of Jack's brain worries about the shivers he feels under his fingers, in Johnny's neck, on his lips and tongue, and he backs them up against the pub's locked door, the wood rattling on its hinges. There is a small awning above them and the ( Read more... )

Johnny is going to be okay ( Read more... )

[the afternoon after this]

Johnny is a master of delegation, so good at it that people don't even realize he's passing the buck, no, they're doing him a favor - which is in a sense true, they're favoring him with the ability to get out of the office at just past noon. He tells Bill he's off to work at home and escapes with a convincingly large ( Read more... )

undated, written on Ian's personal letter head.Dearest Maggie ( Read more... )

[sunday night, 2 days post-party, a month after this]Johnny loves moonlight, and moonlight on skin especially; it's not harsh like sunlight, it doesn't burn away artifice and expose flaws. Instead it softens and smooths and caresses, it makes everybody beautiful ( Read more... )

after this

Dreams and ponderings in the wee hours...

just after this

Bill does some research at Starbucks...

at the end of a day the includes this and this

Nic doesn't need fantasy. He doesn't have to conjure up scenarios or anything, because right now there are far too many real people in his life that he'd like to fuck, or that he has fucked, and most of the time it's like an overcrowded orgy in his head whenever he jerks off.

( *** )

Bill takes a trip to the station to turn in his keys...

just before this.

Later that night.It's half ten when Bill shows up, looking like he does when he's on the tail-end of a productive streak; though Keira doubts there's ever really an end with him (Johnny must've seen that right away for him to hire Bill so fast ( Read more... )