Posts categorized “popslash”.


one: not alone

Lance sighed as he dropped his briefcase on the sofa, then slumped against the doorframe, utterly exhausted. He’d fought with Kevin today, arguing about the future of the Deshazior account, and had left the office so frustrated that he couldn’t help but walk through the Park, taking the long way home. He’d turned off his cell phone, stuffed his Palm in the bottom of his bag, and absolutely refused to look at his computer for three hours. More… »

I Know This Bar

Chris had always had the notion that when he got finished with the whole pop star thing, he’d open up a bar somewhere. More… »

Getting Out and Going Places

JC peered across the table, looking through his perfectly positioned fingers and catching Chris’s glaring eye. He grinned, something Chris couldn’t see because JC’s mouth was currently below the table, and with a quiet snick, JC launched the paper football across the table. It landed with perfect precision through Chris’s hands, and as Chris’s mouth set into his “I am annoyed” line, JC stood up and cheered for himself. More… »

Relearning Known Forms

The invitations for Lance’s bachelor party came on cream paper with gold leaf inlay addressed to four people in different parts of the world. More… »

A Pleasure Doing Business

The one with the thinly veiled QAFUS references.

Lance straightened his tie, brushed a hand down the front of his jacket. He smiled slightly at himself in the mirror. He didn’t need to look at his watch to know that soon, the client’s son would be coming through that door; he was never wrong. More… »

A Study of the Mating Patterns of California Teenagers

JC splashed into the ocean, the sunlight dancing on his skin and making him appear golden in the full noon light. He was laughing; his face lit up with the joy of it, of feeling the sun on his back and the waves at his feet and Chris on the beach, watching him play. It was Chris’ eyes that made this perfect, JC thought to himself; playful with a hint of reserve, knowing and accepting of all that JC was. It was Chris that made this happen, Chris that brought him here. JC was happy and everything was *perfect.* More… »

Better By Far

JC was in a hurry. He was always in a hurry, but this time it was really, *really* important, because if he didn’t get to the chemistry lab in five minutes, his students were going to rake him over the coals again. He dropped his skateboard to the ground with a clatter and did his best to speed across campus. It didn’t matter, though. He knew he was going to be late. More… »

The Wrong Mantras

“One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.”
–Oscar Wilde More… »

Signs and Wonders

Everyone knows that Chris is a hard nut to crack. It seems like whenever someone good tries to take him on, he hunches down and becomes less of himself, so that all the things that people find attractive about him seem withered and dark in the light of this half-Chris. More… »

Proximity to Reality

Warning for possible trigger for consent due to sex under the influence. (AU.)

She locked the bathroom door, wishing she had a chair she could shove under the doorknob like they did in movies, just to ensure that no one in the building would come in and see what she was doing. Slowly, she opened her purse, taking out the small box with its aggressive pink and black letters: results in less than three minutes, guaranteed. More… »