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Sacred Te Moko (Sean/Karl)
Apr. 15th, 2006 03:43 pmThe weather is cooling off . . . mid-April is one of my favorite times of year, yeah, I'm fucking weird, I like winter. But I've got other reasons for liking it now. My green-eyed blonde Brit was born this month. And I've gone completely sappy, fuck. . .
I grin, though, not too upset by the way he's gotten into my life and under my skin. My life's a whole heaps better since the day he showed up on my doorstep. And that's what tonight's about.
The box is on the seat beside me, green cloth decorated with cavorting lovers. This is more of a present for both of us, and I hope he enjoys it. Hell, his other present is for both of us too. And now my grin has gone even wider . . . thinking of the fun we'll have with both his presents.
He decided on a quiet night for his birthday tonight, although I was fucking tempted to call of our mutual friends and throw him a party, there's enough of 'em lurking around Wellie. But this is what he wanted, and I'm highly in favor of giving him whatever he wants.
But I did want to do a few things to make it special, so I ran out to the bakery to get a Pavlova and now I’m on the way back to his house.
( I park the truck in his drive, and gather up the Pav, and the green box, and the other thing. )
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I grin, though, not too upset by the way he's gotten into my life and under my skin. My life's a whole heaps better since the day he showed up on my doorstep. And that's what tonight's about.
The box is on the seat beside me, green cloth decorated with cavorting lovers. This is more of a present for both of us, and I hope he enjoys it. Hell, his other present is for both of us too. And now my grin has gone even wider . . . thinking of the fun we'll have with both his presents.
He decided on a quiet night for his birthday tonight, although I was fucking tempted to call of our mutual friends and throw him a party, there's enough of 'em lurking around Wellie. But this is what he wanted, and I'm highly in favor of giving him whatever he wants.
But I did want to do a few things to make it special, so I ran out to the bakery to get a Pavlova and now I’m on the way back to his house.
( I park the truck in his drive, and gather up the Pav, and the green box, and the other thing. )
NC-17
A Present for Sean
Mar. 30th, 2006 07:30 pmIt’s after midnight and I rake my hands through my hair in frustration. I’m on my own for once, due to Sean and I having appointments in different directions this afternoon. I miss him, my body squirming, aching for his touch, but that’s not the bloody reason for my frustration.
I’m sprawled out on my bed with my laptop, madly hunting around the Net. He’s got a birthday coming up and I don’t have a fucking clue what to get him. I don’t know shit about footie, just enough to follow a game, but just barely. His beloved Blades are on the other side of the world . . . that thought distracts me with a vivid sense-memory of tasting his tattoo, carefully licking the skin to see if it tastes different from the rest of him.
( I'm easily distracted . . . )
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I’m sprawled out on my bed with my laptop, madly hunting around the Net. He’s got a birthday coming up and I don’t have a fucking clue what to get him. I don’t know shit about footie, just enough to follow a game, but just barely. His beloved Blades are on the other side of the world . . . that thought distracts me with a vivid sense-memory of tasting his tattoo, carefully licking the skin to see if it tastes different from the rest of him.
( I'm easily distracted . . . )
R
New Zealand unfolds below me, rumpled and spotted, and I'm thinking of so many things. It was good to see Harry again, but I think I'm still picking latex out of weird places. No wonder John had so much trouble with Gimli's make-up. Having spent a week buried in prosthetics up to my eyeballs, I can sympathize. I had fun playing a deranged person, and I worked out some lingering insanity of my own. After talking to Hugo, who encouraged me to live my life, and not let the possibility of a shift ruin things that I really want to do, I called Harry to say I'd do it. I owe that man my career pretty much, so there's not a lot I won't do for him.
It's also a day to think about the things I really want to do. ( I'm thirty-three today. )
It's also a day to think about the things I really want to do. ( I'm thirty-three today. )
Getting Drunk with Bernard
Dec. 18th, 2004 09:32 pmKarl: I eventually get tired of laying in bed and I get up and start puttering around the house. I look at the calendar . . . Shit! I'm an asshole! I flip through my address book and finally find the number.
"Hello, Bernard old man, your notorious fictional nephew is back in town and idiot that I am, I missed your birthday. Let me treat you to your favorite restaurant, please?"
After all the shit that has gone down since I hit town, I could really use a night with my friend.
( We'll go someplace we both can enjoy. )
"Hello, Bernard old man, your notorious fictional nephew is back in town and idiot that I am, I missed your birthday. Let me treat you to your favorite restaurant, please?"
After all the shit that has gone down since I hit town, I could really use a night with my friend.
( We'll go someplace we both can enjoy. )
