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Oct. 26th, 2004 11:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
essene_backupWell shit.
I haven't written anything in....MONTHS. And then? Then these were posted: Pictures that fucked with my head
Shit.
Double decker Friends Locked, (and if I have mistakenly included you in this filter and this squicks you and you don't ever, ever, ever want me to make this mistake again--for which I heartily apologize--Please! Let me know!) because I know this severely offends some people on my FL--and I'll be honest, it used offend me too, but fuck. What the hell do I really know about JM or NB or any of the rest of them? Nothing. They're just more fictional characters to me at this point. Now. If I actually ever MEET them? My tune may change. But the chances of that? Nil.
Alyson looked at them as though they were the nutty co-workers always goofing around, but secretly? She was nervous and jittery. Was her laugh too loud, her smile too wide? Would they know?
Would they know that she surfed the ‘net looking for porn involving the two of them? Well….not the two of THEM, not Nicky and James, but Spike and Xander? She felt strangely guilty. Like she had been caught with her hand on the diamonds in the jewelry case after hours.
Joss had just done so damn well. As he had with all of their characters. But she couldn’t help but FEEL the palpable desire that swelled between them. All that unresolved sexual tension emanating from every scene. The ribbing? The name-calling? The testosterone that flowed so freely? Someone so needed to be fucking. Spike and Xander needed to be fucking. Each other.
And now? Here they were. Moving into one another, slow leans, gentle tilting of the face, eyes locked, lips parted. Her eyes grew wide as her pulse raced and her mind begged for them to actually do it.
And then they both broke into huge grins, nudged each other good-naturedly and moved apart to start the scene again.
Damn.
***********
James leaned in, wondering if Nic would take the bait. Right here in front of Joss and everyone. He felt that thrill of danger that started at the base of his spine. The one that told him he was probably pushing things too far, but what the hell, none of THEM knew.
Nic was good, he followed the lean, matched him turn for turn. Their mouths were inches from meshing, and the only sound James could actually hear was Aly’s breathing. It had quickened to the point of panting. It was as if she were in harmony with the beating of his heart, this fine melody and counterpoint of danger.
He was tempted to let it go farther; to brush his lips against Nicky’s, but he knew better. Some might not believe it, but he actually did know when far enough was far enough. Nicky? His boy didn’t always have his brains in the proper place at all times.
James let the standard wolfish grin of Spike break out across his face and leaned back into his boots, let his blue eyes twinkle, knowing that later…later they’d finish this.
*************
It was the eyes. Damn him and his eyes. Right here in front of Joss and everyone. Fuck. Right here in front of Aly. He grinned right along with James, and then joined in the chuckles that rippled through the crew, but inside? Inside he felt…wavy.
He’d been brought back from the brink, but only just. If James had kept going, Nic knew that he would’ve too. That he would have let his lips slide across the warm slick of James’ mouth, oblivious to the consequences. James did that to him. Made him forget where he was. When he was. Who he was.
The world fell away when he was with James. The little things didn’t matter. All that mattered was them. He shook his head as he smiled, in that “golly gee-whiz” way that could get him out of nearly every scrape, and waited for his nerves to unravel, for the impulses that had started to detour before they got to his pants.
James brushed by him as they made their way back to their marks and the “Later” was unmistakable. Quiet. Subtle. But absolutely clear. And damn if he didn’t hit all his lines and marks this go ‘round with that motivation.
I haven't written anything in....MONTHS. And then? Then these were posted: Pictures that fucked with my head
Shit.
Alyson looked at them as though they were the nutty co-workers always goofing around, but secretly? She was nervous and jittery. Was her laugh too loud, her smile too wide? Would they know?
Would they know that she surfed the ‘net looking for porn involving the two of them? Well….not the two of THEM, not Nicky and James, but Spike and Xander? She felt strangely guilty. Like she had been caught with her hand on the diamonds in the jewelry case after hours.
Joss had just done so damn well. As he had with all of their characters. But she couldn’t help but FEEL the palpable desire that swelled between them. All that unresolved sexual tension emanating from every scene. The ribbing? The name-calling? The testosterone that flowed so freely? Someone so needed to be fucking. Spike and Xander needed to be fucking. Each other.
And now? Here they were. Moving into one another, slow leans, gentle tilting of the face, eyes locked, lips parted. Her eyes grew wide as her pulse raced and her mind begged for them to actually do it.
And then they both broke into huge grins, nudged each other good-naturedly and moved apart to start the scene again.
Damn.
***********
James leaned in, wondering if Nic would take the bait. Right here in front of Joss and everyone. He felt that thrill of danger that started at the base of his spine. The one that told him he was probably pushing things too far, but what the hell, none of THEM knew.
Nic was good, he followed the lean, matched him turn for turn. Their mouths were inches from meshing, and the only sound James could actually hear was Aly’s breathing. It had quickened to the point of panting. It was as if she were in harmony with the beating of his heart, this fine melody and counterpoint of danger.
He was tempted to let it go farther; to brush his lips against Nicky’s, but he knew better. Some might not believe it, but he actually did know when far enough was far enough. Nicky? His boy didn’t always have his brains in the proper place at all times.
James let the standard wolfish grin of Spike break out across his face and leaned back into his boots, let his blue eyes twinkle, knowing that later…later they’d finish this.
*************
It was the eyes. Damn him and his eyes. Right here in front of Joss and everyone. Fuck. Right here in front of Aly. He grinned right along with James, and then joined in the chuckles that rippled through the crew, but inside? Inside he felt…wavy.
He’d been brought back from the brink, but only just. If James had kept going, Nic knew that he would’ve too. That he would have let his lips slide across the warm slick of James’ mouth, oblivious to the consequences. James did that to him. Made him forget where he was. When he was. Who he was.
The world fell away when he was with James. The little things didn’t matter. All that mattered was them. He shook his head as he smiled, in that “golly gee-whiz” way that could get him out of nearly every scrape, and waited for his nerves to unravel, for the impulses that had started to detour before they got to his pants.
James brushed by him as they made their way back to their marks and the “Later” was unmistakable. Quiet. Subtle. But absolutely clear. And damn if he didn’t hit all his lines and marks this go ‘round with that motivation.
