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When We Were Beautiful

Mon, 08 Mar 2010 12:18:02 -0700

Title: When We Were Beautiful

Pairing: Jon Bon Jovi and Richie Sambora

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Jon and Richie take a much needed break from the tour and Richie is painfully aware of how they aren't getting any younger. (In case you don't know WWWB is the name of one of their new songs, hence the title. )

Disclaimer: This is written for fan enjoyment only. All the characters and plot are fictional.

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The soft motor of the convertible top whined above their heads. Closely woven black canvas folded down behind them and warm wind moved through their hair before Jon even put the car in gear.

“I needed this. Thank you.” He smiled at Richie.

“I can’t wait either. I can’t wait to do absolutely nothing at all. My body aches.” Richie rubbed his denim covered thighs. “We’re getting too old for this touring shit. One night off isn’t enough any more.”

“I know. God, do I know.” Jon adjusted the little pillow behind his back. “I feel like a damn old man. I can’t even drive a car without back support. Fuckin’ pitiful, huh?”

Richie draped his arm behind Jon’s seat. “There is nothing pitiful about you.” His weathered eyes smiled when he said it and Jon’s smiled back.

“How is it you can make me believe all that crap you tell me?”

“You wanna believe it,” Richie chuckled and started playing with the radio.

“Can it be quiet? Can’t we just have quiet?” Jon frowned into the sun and picked up his shades, raking his unruly bangs from behind them as he slipped them on.

“You’re gonna have to lighten up,” Richie said gently. “We only have one weekend. Don’t bitch through the whole thing, okay? Please?” He played with Jon’s left shoulder, rubbing over it, soothing him. Jon just nodded. The tour was taking its toll. Both of them were tired and sore, Richie’s fingers cracked and raw, Jon’s legs nearly immobile and his voice almost gone unless he pushed through the pain. The plan was to drive up to the cabin and do absolutely nothing of any importance for two days besides eat, drink and sleep.

Their friendship had long been a sanctuary and safety net for both, Richie rounding Jon’s sharp corners in countless relationships with everyone from staff to family members, and Jon rescuing Richie from himself over and over. Affection was genuine between them and complicated, whether they wanted to admit it or not. They had been like brothers for a long time, but it was so many years, too many experiences that just don’t fall along family lines, too many morning coffees like spouses, drunk fights like lovers, and tight embraces like shy people on a first date who aren’t sure if it’s right to kiss yet. Both loved women, but God help the one who tried to come between them.

The drive through the mountains was a beautiful one in spring. Trees were beginning to bud and bloom, the clouds were puffy and white against a bright blue sky. Richie closed his eyes and let his head fall back to the seat. Once again, Jon’s request for quiet turned out to be the best thing. Richie usually liked noise. He fought against the quiet because his thoughts haunted him. He missed Heather sometimes to the point he could hardly stand it, or rather he just missed that sturdy feeling of having her there. He wasn’t sure which. Regardless, silence was normally tormenting to him, bringing back memories of something he should have done better or not at all. For some reason, when Jon was beside him, silence wasn’t so scary. He was protected from his own mistakes, the ones Jon had either fixed for him as they came up, or convinced him weren’t mistakes at all, just growing experiences. The lies they told each other out of love could fill a library but it kept both of them going.

Jon drove a little faster, enjoying the curves in the road, the sound of roaring tires and the warmth of sunlight on his forehead as his hair blew straight back in the wind. He tried to imagine for a minute how it would be if Dot were beside him instead of Richie. For a moment he missed her. Her softness was comforting and she would nestle against him in bed, warming his aching back with her body. On the other hand, he sheltered her from a lot. He really needed to uncoil a little and no topic was off limits with Richie. He saw the darkest fears in Jon’s heart, things no one else at all would ever know.

“There it is!” Richie sat up and pointed at the little cottage up ahead. Jon turned in the driveway. It was lined with daylilies and wound upward like a snake.

When they reached the top, Richie opened his door and stepped out. His big boot heel crushed the gravel beneath it. He slowly rose, put on his black suede hat and adjusted it to shield his eyes from the strongest beam of sun. The scent of petals filled his nostrils and reminded him of weddings and funerals, both at once. Jon turned off the ignition and sat still for a minute, then cocked his head at an angle.

“Hear the birds?” His tired voice was like a hoarse whisper. Richie thought it sounded strangely like his father’s and the sudden lump in his throat prevented him from answering.

Part Two

“Do you hear them?” Jon asked again.

“Yeah,” Richie sniffed a little and cleared his throat.

“Hey, is something wrong? I lost you for a minute.”

“No. It’s nothing. I’m just tired.”

“That’s why we’re here, babe. Anyway, I like the birds. Let them do the damn singing for a couple of days.”

“Yeah, your voice isn’t sounding good at all.”

“Well, thanks a bunch, asshole.”

Richie lifted the big suitcase they shared and pulled it from the backseat. He struggled toward the door, almost dragging the heavy bag.

“Hey, I’ll get that.” Jon jumped out and walked around the car.

“Don’t be stupid. Your back is worse than mine.”

“That’s a matter of opinion. Give it here.” Jon grabbed the handle, too.

“No way,” Richie pulled, but Jon’s grip was tight. They looked at each other in exasperation and stopped.

“Look. This thing is heavy, and the truth is neither of us should be carrying it up those steps, so let’s do it together.”

“Who are we now? Jack and Jill?” Richie frowned at the idea and tried to pull it away again. “And whose dumbass idea was it to bring only one bag? Huh? If we each had our own, this wouldn’t happen.”

“You’re always blaming me for everything.”

“Well, you make all the decisions, genius. This was your bright idea on how to make things easier.”

“Just shut up and help, okay? On the count of three, we pick it up and walk. Got it?”

“Fine.”

And so it went. After finally admitting neither needed to be attempting to pick it up alone, the suitcase got to its destination inside the little cabin.

“Who’s place is this?” Richie looked up and all around. “It’s all pine, every last bit of it, not really my taste, but it makes sense here.

“I forget who told me about it. I just know we’re safe here. I had it checked out and as always, there’s a car at the bottom of the drive. I’m sure he’s here by now.” He looked out the blinds as a black SUV pulled into the driveway and stopped, blocking it. “See? I do think of everything.”

“Good grief. You need to relax.”

“And we’re going to do that right now,” Jon mumbled to himself as he rummaged through the cabinets and found a corkscrew. A case of their favorite wine was waiting for them and Jon opened a bottle. “Look at that deck out there, would ya? There’s nothing but trees for as far as you can see in that valley.” He filled two glasses and they went out back.

Richie plopped down in a lounge chair and crossed his ankles. Jon sat in the one next to him, but it took longer. As he lowered himself, he winced a little and something unfamiliar tugged at Richie again. He took a big gulp of his wine and steadied Jon’s chair for him until he was settled.

“We’re a pair, aren’t we?” He shook his head and took another sip.

“Yeah, I know.” Jon tried to smile, but looked sheepish. He hated needing help of any kind for anything and Richie knew it. They sat in silence, sipping their wine, heads back, eyes closed. Each swallow brought them a little closer to soothing numbness. By the time their glasses were nearly dry, Jon’s breaths were deep and relaxed and his legs didn’t hurt for the first time since, well, his last bottle of wine. He wasn’t sure Richie had ever been so quiet and seemingly introspective. It just wasn’t his thing, at least until his father got sick. Since then, he would spout philosophical theories every once in a while, particularly while drinking.

That afternoon, as the sun began to set, something about the power and inevitability of nature, the way it never asked before it ended a day or began the next, swallowed Richie up in a wave of urgency. What if the world didn’t allow them the years they assumed they would have? Jon was oblivious to the near panic beside him. He looked relaxed and downright comfortable. It was all Richie had hoped for, to see his best friend calm and collected, not fretting and making notes, not calling people and barking orders, but showing signs of actual contentment.

“I love you, you bastard,” he blurted out, strong emotions swirling through him and even though he had said the words many times, it felt different, like more of a confession than before. Jon looked over at him, eyes barely open. “I do, you know,” he told him again, trying to keep it light, but make his point anyway. “You know me better than anyone.” His gaze held Jon’s longer than normal and seemed to be filled with something Jon couldn’t put his finger on, but whatever it was, it made him feel a little giddy.

Part 3
“Love you too, you pain in the ass,” Jon smiled lazily and decided maybe the stirring warmth inside must be the wine, so he wanted more of it. “This is always good shit,” he said into his empty glass. “I’m bringing the bottle out.” He rolled from the chair and stood almost easily, nerves and muscles calmed by the alcohol. He set his stem on the small table by his chair and started inside for the wine, but Richie had another idea.

“It’s getting cold. Let’s just go on in. You know how you get when you’re cold.”

“You sure are a mother hen today,” Jon smiled and held his hand out for Richie to grab so he could pull him up. “But that’s okay. I probably need a mother hen sometimes.”

Richie couldn’t raise his eyes to meet Jon’s because his thoughts were running to places he didn’t expect, but he did get a firm grip on his hand and held on, even after he was on his feet. Jon let go, but found his fingers caught in Richie’s, quickly gathered into a laced tangle as they headed toward the house.

“Well this is different,” he smiled with one dusty brown eyebrow up and a slightly confused smirk on his lips as he let his hand relax. “You’re going sentimental on me aren’t you?”

Richie didn’t answer directly. He just waited until they were inside, set his own glass on the window sill, and took Jon’s from him too.

“Jonny, I’ve been thinking,” he started, his thumb slipping over Jon’s fingers, playing with their tips in an unmistakably sensual way. The same giddy feeling returned to Jon’s head and his eyes fell into Richie’s almost as if he had tripped. It was a tumble into the unexpected, a different place in them than he’d been allowed before, a dark and lusty corner he’d never seen. Richie’s free hand slipped around his waist and gently pulled him closer before he had a chance to react. “If I don’t wake up in the morning, will you have any regrets?” His voice was soft into Jon’s hair, right over his ear, and automatically Jon reached his free arm around to hold him.

“What is it, Rich? Why all the doomsday talk? Hmmm?” He stroked Richie’s hair, thinking he must need consoling for some yet to be told reason. Instead, he felt a warm, open mouthed kiss at the curve of his neck like none he could remember, the hot swirl of a tongue at the center of it. His eyes closed as he tried to speak, to voice some kind of protest to the insanity making its way from his ear down to his collarbone in a heated rush, but it stopped before he could manage to say anything. Richie raised his head until they were nose to nose. “Don’t freak out,” he whispered and wrapped both arms tightly around Jon to keep him from pushing away. “I just don’t want any regrets. If something happened to one of us, you think the other would be sorry that we never, you know?” he pulled him closer. His own knees were a little wobbly from the experience. Jon’s skin held such a familiar scent, he was about to lose himself in it and was surprised how easy it had been for his lips to start roaming downward, annoyed when they encountered clothing in their way.

Jon was still a little dizzy but had a pretty clear picture of things. “You can’t be serious.” His head recoiled back a little so he could see Richie’s eyes.

“You’ve never thought about it?”

“Of course not!” Jon pushed the big arms holding him, but with no luck. Richie studied his eyes and didn’t believe him.

“Jonny?” He spoke tenderly. “Be honest with me, Baby. This is important.” For all the times in the past couple of years they had cried together and divulged secrets they had kept for decades, this was one subject they hadn’t discussed. Jon’s neck was still warm where Richie’s lips had been and part of him wanted them back.

“I don’t know,” he started. “Damn. Why are we talking about this?”

“Because we’re as married as any two people could be,” Richie held him by the shoulders. “I couldn’t love anybody more. If you were suddenly gone, it would kill me that I never showed you how much. What will it matter about being gay or straight or married or any of that, once we’re alone? One day it’ll just be one of us. I don’t want regrets. We’re getting older and slower and it’s going to creep up on us and…..” Jon stopped him with a finger to his lips but Richie pushed it away. “Look me in the eye and tell me you never thought of me like that and I’ll shut up.” He pointed a finger into Jon’s chest. “You’ll be lying, but I’ll shut up,” he smiled a little when he read the answer in Jon’s sheepish eyes.

“Okay. Fuck it.” The blue-eyed little boy grin had a blush to it and melted Richie again for the billionth time. “I might have thought about something once. Maybe.”

Part 4

“I need more wine,” Jon eased away and picked up their glasses. “My neck is still afterglowing, you little shithead.”

“You liked it, huh?” Richie raised an eyebrow.

Jon gave him a sideways glance as he poured. “After I drink this, I might just tell you how much.” He heard himself flirting but couldn’t seem to stop.

“Ah, so he’s going to get bossy now,” Richie joked as he yanked his boots off, and sprawled onto the couch, feet on the coffee table, one arm outstretched along the back of the seat. His eyes softened a little. “C’mere, you. “ He wanted to sound confident, but the pounding in his chest told him he wasn’t. He just hoped Jon couldn’t tell.

Jon took his time, pretending to play with the blinds, pretending not to know something had permanently changed, just generally pretending, but he finally landed on the leather cushion next to Richie and glanced back at the possessive arm behind him. “Is this where I tell you my dad will kick your ass if you don’t have me home by midnight?” He laughed and held up his glass. Richie toasted with him and let his arm crook around Jon’s neck, pulling him over so that he spilled his first sip down his chin.

“Let me get that,” Richie leaned in, tongue out, with an evil glint in his eye that Jon absolutely loved, despite his attempt to ignore it. He threw his palm out in front of him in one last effort to keep them from making what he thought could be a big mistake.

“You bring that mouth over here and everything changes between us.” His eyes clouded with confusion. “Do we really want to do that?” His quickly welling tears made Richie remove the drop with his finger instead. “I love you too much to fuck it up,” Jon tried to explain. “We’ve been through everything. I can’t risk losing this.” He pointed between them. “Most people don’t have this shit like we have. All these years? I’m not risking it,” he shook his head and waved his hand as he gulped from his glass. “No way. You sit there and I sit here and we love each other like regular men and that’s how it is,” he winced as the last big swig went down.

“Give it to me, honey.” Richie wiggled his fingers, reaching toward Jon’s glass.

“Finish yours, then.”

“Not a problem.” Richie tilted the glass and emptied it with two big swallows and a hand to his chest when the warmth filled it. He set both glasses on the table, and put a palm on Jon’s thigh. “Talk to me,” he smiled a little, leaning in. “What are you thinking, huh?” His other fingers brushed Jon’s bangs from his face and traced gently down his cheek. “I love you. You know that.”

“Jesus Rich,” Jon whispered and covered Richie’s hand with his. He squeezed it tight while he fought the battle inside. “I don’t want to lose you. Don’t you understand that?“ He said the words, but his body was already tilting forward. “I love you too much for sex, Baby,” he lamented, tortured by the choice in front of him. He rested his cheek against Richie’s. “I don’t know what I’m doing and I don’t know how we’d handle it and I just don’t know. I just don’t know,” he whispered and kissed the stubble covered skin against his. It was so familiar, so Richie, so comfortable and predictable.

“Listen to me,” Richie encouraged him and held him close, talking right in his ear, hands roaming all over his back, soothing him. “I don’t care what we do. I don’t care how it goes. You can do anything to me you want to, understand? I just want to get closer to you, like we should be. We need this. Don’t you feel it too? “

“Of course I feel it,” he held Richie’s face in his hands. “Why do you think I’m scared right now? If I’d acted on every thought in my head, I’d have fucked you into next week a long time ago, my friend,” he smiled. “A long time ago. You and that damn badass swagger of yours. You own me, man. You should know that.” Their faces were close enough to feel each other’s warm breath. Jon’s grip shifted to behind Richie’s neck. Richie swore he could hear his own pulse and Jon’s mouth looked like candy to him. He made deals with the devil in his head and prayed Jon wouldn’t lose his nerve.

“Maybe it’s time you acted on those things you’ve been thinking,” he challenged him with darkening eyes that Jon couldn’t resist. He looked from them down to Richie’s soft, parted lips, licked his own and slid his fingers straight up into the mop of dark brown hair, grabbing a handful as he pulled forward.

“Don’t forget you asked for this.” His husky words filled Richie’s mouth as he overtook it in a breath stealing kiss neither could rip himself away from. They were nothing less than starved for each other, years of selfless devotion, unspoken desires and a lifetime of memories fueled their crushing embrace.

“Let’s do this right,” Jon breathed, chest heaving, as he reluctantly ripped his lips away. His groin was warm, his jeans tight, and his head spinning in every direction. He stood up and pulled Richie to his feet, then down the hall to the bedroom. They shyly undressed, backs to each other and slid into bed. Jon rolled Richie to his back and sprawled himself on top. He felt warm arms immediately close around him. “We’ve seen each other a thousand times before. Why so shy, Rich?”

“You were, too,” Richie’s hands slid downward over Jon’s ass and back up. His eyes closed and he lifted his hips in search of Jon’s body, something to press his throbbing heat against. Jon pushed downward until their stiffness warmed each other’s stomachs and their balls fell into a soft pile together. It was an intimate moment, a silent acknowledgment that they had aroused each other. Coupled with all the love already between them, it was a powerful mix.

“This is almost too much,” Jon whispered downward along the smooth chest beneath him and felt ten long fingers wind into his hair.

“No such thing, baby,” Richie sighed. “Not when it comes to us.”

“I don’t know what to do. God, I want everything.” He caught a nipple between his teeth, suckling at it until it hardened.

“It’s all yours anyway,” Richie’s voice cracked. “Just take it,” he whispered.

Jon continued his trail downward and couldn’t lie still. He was so hard, he wanted friction so he ground himself into the mattress as his tongue neared a soft nest of curls. He quickly nuzzled into it, taking in the texture and scent of the man he loved so much. He practically growled, lapping hungrily at everything his tongue could find from furry balls upward over smooth, glassy skin, all the way to the puffy tip of Richie’s pulsing shaft. He completely lost himself as he took it all in, opening his throat until Richie felt the back of it. The suction was stronger than any woman had given him and relentlessly even in rhythm. Jon knew what he wanted from a mouth and did his best to duplicate it, trying to keep his own body in check. The realization of what was happening kept him so excited he could hardly stand it. The sheet was damp beneath him and his balls drawn in tightly against him. Richie’s head flew from one side to the other. His hips rocked upward and his dick throbbed with pleasure. He felt waves churn low in his groin and moaned at the feel of them. Jon’s mouth was firey hot and tight. His tongue swirled around with every stroke and his hands started pressing back toward Richie’s crack.

He was tentative at first, not sure what reaction he would get, but as soon as he pressed to the little hole, a tiny spasm shot through Richie’s ass, straight to the base of his dick. It was like nothing he’d ever felt in his life. He cried out and lifted his knees. “Again, oh God!” He was lost in the moment and Jon was honored beyond words. He swallowed the little lump of emotion in his throat and just made sure he understood.

“Are you sure, Rich?” He asked, cheek against warm thigh. “Because I want you bad, baby. I want you so bad,” he moaned.

Richie looked up and tried to focus. His hands played gently through Jon’s hair and his eyes were full of some crazy mixture of love and lust. “I told you. Do it all. Do anything to me. I don’t care. I just want to be with you like this, ok?”

“Jesus, I don’t believe this,” Jon kissed up his body. “I need something.” He rummaged through the night stand and retrieved a small bottle of lotion. “Don’t let me hurt you. I couldn’t stand that.” He stretched himself out beside his friend and buried his face in his neck. Richie held on tight as a slippery finger pushed inside his body. Jon was over come and felt a tear roll down his cheek. Richie could hardly endure the pleasure. His fingers dug into Jon’s back and Jon held him closer. “You’re so tight. Holy shit. How will I ever survive this?” He stroked slowly, pressing his own impatient stiffness to Richie’s leg.

“Please,” Richie whimpered against him and kissed his hair. “I can’t stand it. It feels too good,” he moved his hips with Jon’s strokes, meeting them halfway, sure that he would come any second, the inside of his body tingling in places he didn’t even know he had. Jon pushed two fingers inside with a little twist that sent a drop a pearly liquid oozing from Richie’s tip. His ass grabbed at Jon’s fingers as if pulling them deeper and Jon pumped them hard until both of them were out of breath and on the verge of climax.

“I can’t fucking think anymore,” Jon’s sweaty chest rolled on top and he gently pulled his fingers out. He didn’t know how to say thank you. He didn’t even know how to start, but he tried. “I don’t believe you’re letting me do this,” he whispered and kissed Richie’s cheek. Richie reached down and clasped the column of burning hot flesh in his hand and stroked a couple of times before he pressed it to his own body and lifted his legs.

“Just go, baby. I want you in there, understand?” Their eyes locked together and Jon pushed. Richie’s eyes slammed shut at the intrusion. He thought he would split in half and come at the same time. Another tear rolled down Jon’s face.

“I’m hurting you,” he pulled back, but Richie grabbed his ass and held it against him.

“C’mon, honey. Every stroke gets better than the last. Can’t you feel me down there? I’m so hard, I already almost came three times. I’m fine,” he assured him. “This is what I wanted,” his voice cracked.

“God, I love you,” Jon quit fighting his own tears and they moved together as one writhing animal, gently working themselves into a tighter and tighter lock, tears and groans equally intermingled. Finally, Jon was all the way in and he stopped. They held on tight, kissing each other’s tears away, smiling the whole time. “You can’t imagine how good you feel, how tight and so damn smooth. I swear Rich, better than any pussy,” Jon kissed his forehead.

“Well of course. What did you expect?” Richie made a joke, but the spasms inside him took over his attention. He pushed up and bit his lip. “It’s so good,” he whispered, sweat coating his face as he tried to stave off climax, but his ass was full of heat and as soon as Jon started moving again, it flooded his dick and rushed to the tip of it. “Oh God,” he moaned and held on to Jon, unable to do anything else.

Jon could feel himself going over the cliff, too and Richie being so excited just made it harder for him to stall. He reached underneath the pillow, up until he found the edge of the mattress and held on as he sped up, rising to his knees to brace himself. His thrusts were stronger and stronger, passing across the same crazy place in Richie’s body that made him scream with pleasure. He wailed and moaned and Jon could hardly stand it so he slipped a hand between them and stroked Richie over the top.

For Richie, it was a sweet release, unlike any he remembered, Jon buried deep inside him, kissing his cheek and jerking him off at the same time. It was dreamlike and he rode it out as long as he could until the heat in his tip exploded in firey bursts, spilling warm sticky cum all over Jon’s fist. Jon reached around him, gathering him close as he sped toward his own moment. Richie held his ass tight, pulling forward with every stroke, kissing his neck and whispering encouragement to him while his own body kept twitching and lurching in final spasms that milked Jon’s dick, a drop at a time with each one. Richie’s body was the tightest place he’d ever been and even the slightest movement created incredibly hot friction along his thinly stretched skin. He pumped faster and faster, jabbing quickly, sweat running down the center of his back and along his temples. His balls hardened and he felt his base thicken for a split second then expel everything up his shaft in a furious wave. He groaned as his tip pulsed at its peak for a few seconds, then threw him forward in a raging orgasm. He trembled all over as he came in one long, steady stream, soothing Richie’s body, coating it deep inside.

They didn’t move. It was all too perfect. They kissed each other’s sweaty hair and whispered their love over and over without even realizing they were speaking. For years it would be the moment they would recall as the one that changed everything forever.

THE END

Elliott Yamin Terrified By Chilean Earthquake

Sat, 27 Feb 2010 08:09:27 -0700

Singer ELLIOTT YAMIN feared for his life when he was caught up in the massive earthquake which shook Chile on Friday.

The Wait For You hitmaker, a former American Idol contestant, was in the South American country to play a music festival and was using the computer in his hotel room when the tremor struck.

He immediately took to his Twitter.com page to update fans about the situation in a series of frantic posts.

Yamin wrote, "Devastation. Huge earthquake just now in Chile! I swear I thought this was the end of my life! I just escaped w (with) my life, from an 8.3 earthquake!

"Complete and utter chaos on the streets… no power… my heart is beatin outta (sic) my chest! Tsunami warning… I am only a mile inland!"

He later assured followers of his safety after he was evacuated from the building.

He added, "Hey everybody, we are totally safe and sound for the time being... I’m finally calmer, and dawn is approaching, which will help! Thanks for your prayers. I’m totally calm now... we're all together, got blankets from our rooms, and we’re all huddled on the street. No aftershocks in a while."

Here are his tweets:

Huge earthquake just now in Chile!!....I swear I thought this was the end of my life!!!!!

Fuck!!!!!! I take it all back everybody!!....I just escaped w my life,from an 8.3 earthquake!!!...is everybody ok?...where was the epicener?

Complete and utter choas on the streets...no power...my heart is beatin outta my chest!....tsunami warnin...I am only a mile inland!

Hey everybody...we r totally safe and sound 4 the time being...I'm finally calmer,and dawn is approaching,which will help!..thx 4 ur prayers

I'm totally calm now....were all 2gether...got blankets from our rooms, and we're all hudled on the street..no aftershox in a while..

Oh shit!!..here come some more aftershox....sweet jesus,and baby jesus!!

So...1 min, I'm trashin this competition on twitter, the next,I'm runnin 4 my life 2 safety!...what a contrast!...I hope & pray yall are ok!

Whoa!!...my bro just informed me that cnn is relayin my tweets!!...please knw that we r safe, and there is currently no threat of a tsunami

Attn cnn/world: we r worried from ur reports of a tsunami, yet no warning sirens have sounded yet!...the army here is advising us 2 stay put

Whoa!!...just felt a pretty strong aftershock!...mother nature aint givin up on yet!!

Just got word that the airport in Santiago is closed...the tarmac has been reduced 2 rubble...my blood sugar is really hi

Imma Type 1 diabetic, and was sppsd 2 leave sunday.I only packed enuf insulin pump supplies 2 last til then....airports r closed!

The next closest airport 2 where we r in vina del mar is 6 hrs away!!...we've felt about 30 aftershox already!!!

http://tinyurl.com/ygggh74

Peanuts and m&ms

Fri, 26 Feb 2010 10:20:39 -0700

I was going to wait and post this in a more Idol environment, but what the hell? I can always repost. A little extra Kradam never hurt anybody. Probably only 2 or 3 chapters at most on this.

Title: Peanuts and m&ms
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: NC-17 Probably ..still deciding.
Warnings: Adult language probably and manlovin’ probably. Still thinking on it.
Summary: After Jim Cantinello’s Kradison interview in NYC, Kradam has a little talk.
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and is written for fan enjoyment only.

After the interview, Kris stood up and looked in Adam’s direction with a little smile and a question.

“Peanuts and m&ms?”

“Of course,” Adam smiled back and got out of the way of Allison’s mad dash to catch Jim.

“I don’t get to talk to these people as much as you guys do!” She giggled. Jim seemed thrilled to have her attention and the two immediately struck up a lively conversation. Adam pointed down a narrow hallway.

“I saw the vending machines earlier.”

“Me too. I scoped it out.” They walked side by side down to the little room, bare except for a drink machine, snack machine and a small institutional table. “Wow, no frills,” Kris joked.

“I didn’t notice,” Adam looked him up and down while reaching for change in his pocket.

“You don’t have cash. You never have cash,” Kris chuckled affectionately and pulled his wallet out, but he was late. Adam’s bill was already in the machine.

“Today, I planned ahead. Today was important.”

“Yeah.” Kris put his money away when he saw Adam push the letters for the little bag of peanuts before getting his own m&ms. “Thanks. You didn’t have to buy mine.”

“Don’t be silly.” Adam frowned as he scoured the drink choices, picking his own Diet Coke, then giving Kris a sneaky glance as he punched the next numbers. When the can fell, Kris couldn’t believe his eyes.

“I would have just had a Coke. “

“You love root beer.”

“You hate even the smell of root beer.”

“I miss the smell of root beer,” Adam said softly, “on you anyway. Here. Take it.” Their fingers brushed each other as Kris took the can. It was a small thing, much less contact than the big public hugs or the high fiving clasp during the interview, but a lot more intimate because they were alone and allowed themselves to feel the undeniable affection in every touch. They scooted their chairs back and plopped down into them, facing each other across the little table. Adam immediately ripped open his bag of candy and poured it all out. “Take all you want. What’s mine is yours.”

“Likewise,” came Kris’ soft response, big brown eyes right in Adam’s, unwavering. He pulled open his package and dumped the nuts over the chocolate, then reached under the table. Adam lurched forward a little as they quickly clasped hidden hands for the hardest squeeze they could muster, then released with a glance around. Kris sifted through the candy with one finger, seeming to look for something.

“There’s one right here,” Adam pushed a red m&m to the side of a peanut.

“Thanks man. I love the red ones.”

“I know, silly. I was helping.”

Kris picked the combination up and popped it into his mouth. Adam did the same and so the snacking went, m&ms paired with peanuts, one of each with every bite.

“Remember the first time we did this?”

“Yep,” Kris mumbled through a mouthful of candy and root beer. “That truck stop in Texas.”

“Yeah,” Adam smiled, head lowered just a little, his bottom lip concealed in a playful bite. “Well, that was technically the second time.”

“Yeah but the first time wasn’t on purpose.” Kris toyed with the candy and nuts, swirling them around on the table. The thought of their one stolen kiss on the bus still made his skin damp and his stomach fluttery. They were the only ones awake at the time, at least they assumed so. The clumsy encounter spilled their snacks and the ruckus caused them to quickly gather it all up into the two little bags as best they could, before scuttling to their separate berths to munch on a mixture of the two and think about what had just happened. There was never another kiss, but afterward they were closer than before, bonded by the secret and the feelings that caused it to happen.

Kris ran one hand through his full, shiny hair, turning it into strands, causing one to fall across his forehead. Adam reached up and raked it back into the rest. Kris couldn’t help but close his eyes just for that moment.

“I love the longer hair,” Adam almost whispered, letting his fingers linger in it a little.

“Luxurious is the word I believe I heard from you earlier in the interview,” Kris smiled and teased him.

“I meant it. It feels like silk, just like it looks. What I would give to wake up with my face in it every morning.” His eyes searched for Kris in that questioning way they always did.

“C’mon. Let’s just enjoy the time, okay?” Kris leaned his cheek into Adam’s palm to feel it for a second, then pushed it back down to the table with a wary glance toward the hallway. “That Tommy seems really nice and you look cute together.” His comment completely broke the spell for Adam.

“He works for me and our astrology meshes well. That’s all, Kris.”

“Hey,” Kris’ hands went up. “It’s okay. Don’t get so defensive. You guys look perfect for each other.”

“There’s no sex.”

“Sorry I brought it up. It’s none of my business anyway.”

“I wish it was,” Adam almost pouted and picked up the last chocolate. Two peanuts remained. He bit the m&m in half and they finished their snacks evenly, as always.

“I’m sorry.” Kris looped his ankles around Adam’s under the table.

“Me too. I didn’t mean to be short."

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I really miss you, Adam. I don’t realize how much until I see you, like now."

“I know. Me too. We’re so busy. Maybe that’s for the best.” He licked his lips and sat forward, hands folded. “Remember that day we decided we didn’t have time for this little ritual and just bought a bag of peanut m&ms? Remember? We thought it would be the same thing.”

“Yeah. It wasn’t the same.” Kris sniffed and took a deep, painful breath. There was something about being with Adam that made him wish he knew himself a little better. “So we need to live in separate worlds then. Is that what you’re saying?”

Adam’s eyes watered a little. “Yeah Honey. We do.”

“God, I hate it,” Kris sniffed again and swiped his eyes with his thumb.

“Not as much as I do. You're the one who's married. You don’t seem right today. What is with you?”

“You’re amazing and you throw yourself around like you’re worthless. I read the papers. I watch TV. I couldn’t deal with that. If you were mine, you’d be mine. Period.” Kris felt his lungs fill with air and another few sentences bubbled up in his throat. He leaned forward to deliver them and Adam was completely caught off guard.

“Yours? Kris what are you talking about?”

“Nothing. I don’t even know,” he whined. “Seeing you screws with my head.”

“You think I can even think straight with you right in front of me?”

“Yeah, but like I said, stuff like that comes and goes for you. Hell, the sun sets and you fall in love. The sun rises and you fall out. Things matter more to me.”

“Excuse me?” Adam’s brow narrowed, his eyes widened and Kris knew he was on shaky ground.

“Whut?”

“You think I’m super duper shallow, don’t you?”

“No Adam. I don’t.” Kris clamped his wrists between his knees and wanted a fire alarm to go off or something, anything to save him from the moment he was in.

“Yeah, you do.”

“No, I don’t. I just think more of you than you think of yourself. That’s all. God, let’s please don’t fight. We get to sing together tonight, remember?”

Adam’s eyes genuinely softened. “Yeah, I know. I’m so happy about that. But I’m sure someone will be pissed.” He spun the ring on his index finger. Kris stared at it, a tiny sliver serpent he envied for its position in life. “I’m going to be drinking and strutting and some people can’t handle that. And now I find out you think I don’t like myself.”

“That’s not what I said.” Kris wanted to die.

“That’s exactly what you said.”

“No it’s not. You’re just very, very special to me so I think you deserve someone special. That’s all.” He meant it. He meant it so much it hurt to say it.

“That’s sweet.”

“You torment the crap outta me.”

“Good. People need to think about what they’re doing, and what they’re not doing. Both.”

“God. You’re so complicated. Just like a damn woman.” He glanced up. “Sorry, but you’re the one who should be thinking about what they’re doing.”

“Well, you’re too structured, just like a man. So there,” Adam shrugged.

“I am not structured and you know it. I just don’t give myself away every time there’s a chance and I never did.”

“Maybe I like attention. Maybe I like to be close to people. Maybe I wouldn’t be this way if somebody would stick with me!” Adam slammed his can onto the table and stood up.

“Oh come on Adam! Get real!” Kris bolted from his chair and walked over to him so he could just whisper loudly. “Maybe there are people who would love you but might be a little scared. Maybe they don’t want to be kicked to the curb when they become inconvenient or get in the way of you becoming the next big thing. Maybe you should think about that, Elvis!” He shoved his chair back under the table and stormed out.

“Damn,” Adam whispered to himself. “Kris!” He hurried after him, barely catching him from behind by the elbow. “Get your ass back here! We should talk!”

“No! There’s nothing to talk about. Separate worlds, remember?” Kris’ eyes were wild and his chin was set to one side the way it got when his emotions took over his body. “And there are people around. Chill!” he whispered and jerked his arm from Adam’s grasp.

“I’ve never seen this side of you,” Adam kept talking, following him like a child would, questioning and pestering. Kris whirled around.

“Go back to your planet, Adam.”

It hurt in a deep, tender spot he never would have expected Kris to go for, but there it was. Right there. Up to that point, it was always a joke between them that they were different. It was a given, an advantage to their friendship. Now, suddenly, it wasn’t funny anymore. He watched Kris fling himself through the big double doors to the other hall, throwing them wide open with a slam to the walls behind them. It was a loud crash and Kris’ stride away from him was strong and confident. He was too far away to yell after, so all Adam could do was watch him go.

Kris Allen goes to Haiti: Kleenex Alert

Thu, 25 Feb 2010 10:36:19 -0700

I didn't know where to post this so the most people could see it. Since it's such a relevant subject, I'm putting it here. Kris was only in Haiti for nine hours but he's such a gentle spirited guy, he was perfect to go over and hopefully inspire the viewing audience tonight to donate. This is from MTV.

*sniff*

Happy Birthday Laura!!

Mon, 22 Feb 2010 07:14:28 -0700

Have a good one!!

KISS on Extreme Home Makeover Tonight!

Sun, 21 Feb 2010 16:50:57 -0700

Hell yes!!!!!

8:00 PM EST

Be there or be a wuss.

Age Before Beauty

Fri, 05 Feb 2010 12:18:09 -0700

God knows I’ve been trying to find a way, any excuse to put these two together, but I just couldn’t see it. They both turned up at Clive Davis’ pre-Grammy party last weekend and I was able to put them in the same place in my head. It’s written in different tense and style than I usually do, but it’s a lazy, little one/off just for fun, so I thought it was appropriate.

Title: Age Before Beauty
Pairing: JBJ and Adam
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Adult language, incredible beauty and kinda rough man lovin’.
Summary: Jon goes out for a smoke and Adam follows because he wants to meet him.

Jon scuffs his bootheels down the hall because he likes announcing his presence. It makes him feel intimidating. He loves his status at the Grammys this year, even though he absolutely hates that he’s not thirty any more. Adam’s steps are just as loud behind him, gaining, tempting him to turn around, but he would never. He doesn’t care who is behind him and tells himself it doesn’t matter because he’s who he is, after all. Adam watches the way his pants ride into his ass and smiles because he knows how Jon would hate to be thought of in that way. They approach the same doorway to the outside air. The guard swings it wide for Jon, who is already holding cigarettes. It’s held open for Adam, who reaches in his pocket, too. He quit a few years ago, but on occasions like this, he carries a pack in case someone he wants to meet goes out to smoke. It almost always pays off.

The door slams behind them and they are alone on a rooftop terrace, several large cement pots containing little trees that make the area look almost cozy. Lights twinkle from the surrounding office buildings and booming bass from the club downstairs brings out Adam’s swagger. He taps his foot to the beat and his hips involuntarily pump a little as he lights his cigarette. They lean on opposite sides of the door. Jon lets the smoke from his first drag go and acknowledges Adam with a little nod and smile. Adam isn’t playing. There will be no grovel, no gushing. He doesn’t like the brand of everyman rock Jon plays in the first place and almost resents him for wasting his talent on making whatever vanilla music will sell the most, instead of challenging himself. But it’s Jon Bon Jovi and Adam does respect his longevity in the business. Mostly, he just wants to be able to say they had a conversation.

Jon speaks first because he knows it’s his role to be all that. “Lambert, right?” He squints and sucks on his cigarette as he says it, as if to make sure Adam knows he isn’t worth a separate breath.

“And thanks for knowing my name. Cool,” Adam smiles back, one sarcastic brow up, end of sentence. He looks to the street, reaches in his pocket, and creates a false ring on his phone so he can answer it. Jon watches the young man he doesn’t understand walk to the edge of the railing and gaze into the traffic as he talks. He thinks about how he used to wear makeup and eyeliner himself, even eye shadow sometimes, and how he and Richie never thought twice about getting each other off when they were drunk because it was just part of the fun, and how that rock and roll, castaway spirit seems scarce today except for the bold, glittery enigma he shares the terrace with, who actually admits enjoying it all as a way of life.

The memories make Jon feel reckless and aggressive. He doesn’t want to be older. He wants to go back to the day when his dick ruled his world. Adam’s features look strong, but pretty and almost delicate in the dim light. His body moves to the music effortlessly, strong like a man, fluid like a woman. Jon likes the sexiness in the moment and decides to act on it as he would have years ago. What the hell? After all, he’s who he is, and Adam’s who he is and so it’s a done deal, right? He quietly latches the door into the building. The one thing that can’t happen is for pictures to be taken. Adam feigns the end of his mythical conversation and the last puff on his smoke. He snuffs it out in the sandy pot next to him, dancing his way back, strutting his moves in the most pronounced way possible.

“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you?” Jon challenges him.

“If I don’t, no one else will.” Adam stops in front of him. “Isn’t that exactly what you did, Jon? Showed yourself off like you mattered until you actually did? Isn’t that the way it’s done?” He shrugged. “I can do it, too.”

“Why the attitude? You should be asking me for advice.” Jon steps closer, hands on his hips.

“Advice from you? So now who has the attitude?” Adam cocks his head, cackles a little and reaches for the door.

“Bitch!” Jon grabs his arm. “I know a thing or two about men like you, pretty boy.”

“Men like me? I doubt that. Let me go, Jon.” Adam’s serious voice suddenly sounds silly and feminine, even to his own ears.

“Does it bring back memories? Maybe from high school? Maybe the bully who wouldn’t let you into your locker?” Jon’s taunting makes Adam a little uneasy. He narrows his eyes and plots an escape. High school is over for him. “I’m not like them though, Adam.” Jon reads his mind and kisses his cheek. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. This isn’t high school. We’re both adults here and I want something from you. I bet you’d like a little something from me,” he says in a little softer tone. The way his bangs dust his weathered skin intrigue the hell out of Adam, pretty blond strands like a girl’s, but a frame so masculine, strength so unstoppable. His arm is aching where Jon has it pinned but he will never admit it. He can hardly put it all together in his head except to acknowledge that Jon is some strange, inverted version of the androgyny that he loves, and if he doesn’t do something quick to stop him, it’s all over but the fucking.

“What’s wrong with you?” He knocks Jon’s hand away and tries to loosen himself from the one that has left his elbow and flown around him, locking him against Jon’s chest.

“Nothing’s wrong with me that a few minutes in your sweet ass can’t fix.” Jon’s grin is wicked and cute at the same time, and leaves Adam speechless just long enough for his lips to be sucked into Jon’s with more force than anyone’s come at him in a long time, maybe ever, not that it’s a bad thing. The dizzying kiss knocks him off balance for a second but feels great, like something powerful has taken over his body. He suddenly realizes Jon is holding him up and would be embarrassed except that isn’t his strong suit anymore. Enjoying himself comes way ahead of pride these days. Chest pounding bass still rocks the building beneath them and he loses himself in it. He kisses Jon back to let him know he doesn’t give a shit about the consequences. They loosen each other’s pants at the same time and reach inside, both finding hot handfuls. Adam starts stroking Jon first, his inherent love of men taking over.

“You feel great,” he whispers on Jon’s neck.

“You like that, don’t ya?”

“Oh yeah,” he admits and slides his open lips along Jon’s collarbone, letting his tongue dart between them and lightly graze over it. Jon gulps and Adam takes it as encouragement, not that he needs any. He’s going down and nothing’s going to stop him. Jon smells great, spicy and sweet. The hair on his chest is short but soft as Adam’s cheek slides downward over it in admiration while he pops open buttons. He holds Jon’s dick straight up in his hand so he can lick over the tip. He loves the cushiony softness of the head. It’s always been a favorite thing and he lingers there lapping. Jon sighs and decides he doesn’t need to rush. If pretty boy likes dick, he should just let him enjoy it.

“You take your time, kid.” He encourages Adam with a little stroke through his hair, then he lights another cigarette. He smokes it quickly, long deep drags that send the soothing drug to his head at the same time he becomes a meal for a man he doesn’t know, just like old times if he can forget his wife is only a few hundred yards away. Adam’s mouth is everywhere, hot, and incredibly gifted at finding every crease of Jon's groin and waking it up, his breath broken with little moans of want, his nostrils flared, taking it all in with relish. There is nothing he’d rather have in his mouth than a long, hard cock. His throat opens for the last inch and he spins his tongue around as he sucks again and again with steady rhythm that makes Jon think his dick is a mile wide, like it will split from the incredible throbbing. It’s the most complete stimulation he’s ever had, making it nearly impossible for him to keep his footing. Adam steadies him with his hands, holding his tight thighs as still as he can, but they are too big and firm to get his hands around.

“God, you’re strong,” he says against Jon’s sweaty stomach, his own heart pounding. Jon reaches down and grabs his arm, pulling him upward.

“I’ll show you strong,” he smiles almost sweetly, but again Adam’s arm stings with his grip so he doesn’t struggle against it. “That’s what you want, right?” Adam feels himself being spun around in that way he always hated, that way that tells him he’s just a fuck, but at that moment he doesn’t care. He’s dying. Jon’s the most masculinity he’s been with sexually, and he loves it because there's a mane of soft blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, and a set of full lips to go with it. He loves that he knows there’s no way he can overpower him so there’s no point in trying. He loves that something about him makes someone like Jon want a man, even temporarily.

“My left pocket,” he almost squeaks. It’s the secret stash, a tiny tube of lube because he knows his own weakness, athough he had expected it to be the other way around with someone else entirely, but this will be much more interesting.

“Ah, the pussy juice,” Jon teases him a little as he covers three fingers and surrounds Adam’s body with his other arm, holding him back against him. “Can you take it like a pussy?” He says it in Adam’s ear like a challenge. “Pussys can take anything, ya know.” His fingers rub around and around the ring until he feels it give. “So she is awake,” he says like it’s a victory and pushes inward with a little twist that buckles Adam’s knees.

“God Jon!” He yells out from surprise, as Jon wastes no time getting to the strokes, deeper as he can, thrusting, grunting with desire, despite the fact he’s not even in yet. Adam’s hands grasp at air. There’s nothing in front of him. Jon has him like a ragdoll in the middle of the terrace, wind whipping past them, cars passing a mere ten floors below. His body is opening wider and something crazy is happening to him. He feels the end of Jon’s finger winding around inside, and his dick feels connected to every move it makes.

Jon is fascinated with Adam’s ass. It’s smooth like silk but grabs at him. His dick is jealous of his fingers and grows harder with each stroke, poking into Adam’s balls from behind, reminding him what’s coming. Jon’s getting way too excited. He fucks Adam hard with three fingers. Adam wails and reaches back to grab the only thing available, the side of Jon’s hip. The strokes feel like hot death, a constant burn that doesn’t let up, even when Jon’s fingers come out to make room for his cock.

He pushes it to the opening. It tickles and Adam can’t stand the anticipation. He moans quietly to himself because he assumes Jon doesn’t really give a shit, but then there’s pressure and after that more pressure, then more and more. He bites his lip as the stinging starts.

“Oh Jesus, kid,” Jon finally speaks for the first time in a few minutes. “You are fucking tight. Oh my God.” His head falls back and he tries to push and pull his way to more heat, but the short strokes feel good at first so he works Adam that way, jabbing at him so fast, hitting the right spot repeatedly to the point Adam finds himself holding still and enjoying it. He bends over, grabs his own legs and closes his eyes.

“Jon, I fucking swear,” he whines, his knuckles white around his own knees. Jon pumps harder, almost as fast, but deeper as he gets room.

“Lambert, this is what’s known as a good pounding. I hope you’re enjoying it as much as I am!” His fingers dig into Adam’s sides and he bends his own knees a little to brace himself as he plows away, hard, driving strokes that bring him closer and closer to the brink, every nerve on the surface of his dick wide awake and tingling. Adam’s ass is on fire and it spreads to his balls. They swell and tighten against his body, then push heat slowly up his shaft. He feels it coming, Jon’s jabs getting harder and more pronounced, almost upward, causing Adam to jump from the ground every time. He grunts on each one, louder and louder the harder they hit him. Little drops of his own cum fall to the pavement and he whimpers in frustration when he can’t free a hand to stroke himself.

“I wanna come, too,” he whines. “Jon, please!”

Jon, for all his pompous attitude, does understand when a guy needs release. He grips Adam’s left hip even harder, so tight it leaves a print, and reaches around with his right. When his fingers close around Adam’s dick, it starts pulsing immediately. “Oh fuck. Thank you,” Adam almost whispers, his body thrusting forward into it, firey climaxes breaking out all inside him, up and down the walls of his ass, right along with the path of Jon’s strokes. His dick gets hot, crazy hot. There’s something protective about the way Jon’s holding him and stroking with precision, not randomly. His thumb slips up the short seam in Adam’s swollen head and grazes over the hole. It opens a little, Adam knows he’s trying his best to get him there and it helps.

“C’mon baby. Let it go.” Jon kisses his neck. Something about the tone of his voice melts Adam, sending him barreling over the edge. His body slumps as it reaches that impossible place where he swears he’ll die. Everything converges at once and his dick explodes first, shooting off over Jon’s hand just as a contraction rocks his ass. Adam knows what’s coming and tries to warn him.

“Oh God, Jon. Oh fuuuck!” His hips jerk backward, forcing Jon a lot deeper, all at once.

“Whoa,” he groans and his eyes slam shut. Adam’s body is suddenly squeezing him so tight he knows he’s done. “Oh shit, oh shit,” he braces himself for the spasms, pumping his hips quickly to heighten the feeling. “I’m so there. Oh God.” Adam loves the tone of his voice, throaty and almost needy for the first time. He reaches back to help somehow but can’t find anything. “It’s okay, kid. You’re incredible,” Jon assures him, then lets it fly, a massive explosion in Adam’s body that he feels every drop of as it soaks him.

“Oh yeah, oh wow,” Adam sighs, satisfaction like he hasn’t known in a while taking him over. Jon slips his arms around him immediately and pulls to help him stand, leaving himself as far in as he can.

“I have no knees, Jon.”

“You’re too young to complain.”

They both laugh a little and remain locked together as long as the shuddering and shaking continues. Jon plants kisses on the back of Adam’s neck. Adam isn’t sure why he’s doing it, but it feels good so he doesn’t worry about it. Jon wonders where the desire is coming from, but likewise decides to go with it since he’s not interested in stopping. Adam’s skin is soft and smells good. After their bodies calm, Jon’s voice returns to Adam’s ear, right in it.

“You know, if you’re crazy enough to tell this story, I’ll deny it.”

“So will I,” Adam shoots back, turning his head so they can look at each other. “So don’t go around bragging, okay?”

Jon grinned. “Okay kid. I promise.”

They kissed softly and genuinely for the first and last time.

NCIS

Sun, 10 Jan 2010 12:34:15 -0700

This season started out with a bang (literally) and hasn't stopped since. What will happen between Ziva and Tony? Will her father show up again?

The Darkest Age Series

Thu, 07 Jan 2010 15:39:20 -0700

This series was written by A.J. Lake. It's an easy read full of Icelandic and Celtic myth.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 19:08:24 -0700

I just wanted to take a minute to tell all my loves how very much I value your friendship. The time I spend with you guys here is always the best part of my day. Even I don't post often, I still visit a couple of times a day and always come away with something that either makes me think or feel or just plain feel good.

May your holiday, whatever it is, be wonderful and I wish you a new year filled with happiness, health and joy.

Claudia

Have you seen the new movie "Avatar"?

Fri, 18 Dec 2009 02:47:36 -0700

A movie by the same director who did Titanic, James Cameron. Its estimated cost is 500 million and they aren't worried. I think it will revolutionize blockbuster movies. The previews I've seen are pure art. When so much CGI is used, it usually negatively detracts from the acting and plot, but this looks pretty impressive.

Pick U Up, Completed 12/18

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 16:11:57 -0700

Title: Pick U Up, Part 1 of 2
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Manlovin' and adult language
Summary: Kris and Adam show up for the Jingle Ball in NYC, Adam without Drake now and Kris without Katy. so....stuff happens.
Disclaimer: This is written purely for fan enjoyment. The characters and situations are fictional.

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When the concert ended the entire backstage filled with press. Microphones, cameras and big bright lights were everywhere. Adam and Kris had met briefly on camera when they arrived out front, but still had no time alone to even say hello. Adam kept stealing glances out of the corner of his eye, Kris in a dark gray tee shirt with a matching swath of knitted fabric. Was that really a scarf? On Kris? Wound loosely around his neck a couple of times and looped as if someone knew how? It made his skin look even more delicate and his eyes even darker. Kris caught him gawking and answered with a thumbs up and a wink. Adam mouthed Hey! and waved back then returned his attention to his interview. Kris slid his gaze back in that direction again, not hard to relocate his mark. There was Adam, always striking some Hollywood pose for the cameras, always dark and mysterious even when there was no need for it. Was the black wool coat really necessary? No. Did he look hot as hell in it? Kris sighed and scratched his head as he answered to himself, Yes. Dammit.

And so the cat and mouse game began, each accepting and completing short interviews that wound them in the general direction of each other, keeping eyes peeled and ears open to be sure the other didn't leave before they connected. After a little less than an hour, they were one conversation apart. Kris answered his last question and almost like the waters of the Red Sea parting, suddenly there was no more obstruction, only a few feet of carpet separating them. Adam was just finishing up his last interview and the room was one big deafening roar of voices. They both feigned surprise in the luck of happening up on each other in such a crowded place.

"Hey!" Kris reached out first and they hugged as tight as they thought they could get by with in public.

"Mr. Allen," Adam's gentle voice filled his ear. They let go and Adam's admiring look warmed Kris from the inside out. "Just look at you," Adam cooed, tugging on one end of the knitted strand around his neck. "Rockin' the scarf. Very fashion forward."

Kris shrugged and played with the other end. "Actually I copied it from a picture of you?" His voice lifted at the end like a question, as if maybe it was a bad thing he didn't think of it himself. "I thought it looked good on you, so my person tied it for me. It's not too much goin' on? I feel kinda silly in it," he almost mumbled, his foot twisting as he dug a toe into the carpet, not used to being the center of any discussion of clothing.

"I wholeheartedly approve." Adam folded his gloved hands in front of himself to keep them where they belonged. Months of rooming together and several very intimate moments made it too easy to slip up around Kris and he felt sure Katy was somewhere close by.

Kris wasn't doing as well with controlling himself. He was genuinely worried about Adam and didn't care who knew. After all, what was illegal about caring about a friend? But first things first. He had to get past the eyes, expertly ornamented in dark glittery shadows. The ocean inside them seemed much darker and more dangerous than when they were on the show and touring, having been left mostly to its own devices of late. It swept him up and pulled him in like an undertow, and he loved it.

"You look amazing as always, like something out of a book. How do you do that? I could never pull it off."

"You don't need to pull it off," Adam answered quietly, full of genuine affection. "You're amazing without all the trappings."

"So are you," Kris started gushing. "You don't need it!" He stopped himself and reached for Adam's arm. "You make me feel funny, I dunno. I talk too much." He was starting to feel horribly confined in public with the thoughts that were creeping into his head, so he changed the subject. "Are you okay? I don't like what people are saying about you. Some of it's mean, Adam. Really mean." He squeezed Adam's arm before he let go. "It's not right," his voice was annoyed.

"Don't let their negativity get to you. I asked for it a little. I admit that."

"It doesn't excuse the words and the really bad stuff. It could never excuse that. I get so upset," Kris wiped one corner of his eye. "I can't fix it. I try in interviews, then it just gets worse. Your people hate my people and my people hate your people and I'm really just trying to help."

Adam held his shoulders. "I know that, but you can't fix ignorance. You can't make my gayness okay with people who will never change their minds."

"You took care of me, Adam. It's only fair." Kris' jaw was set and Adam could tell he took his role as a friend seriously.

"Just be you and stay positive, okay? Now where is that pretty little wife of yours?"

Kris' facial expression softened, then a slow grin spread across his lips. He lowered his head but raised his eyebrows in the cutest display of nerves Adam ever remembered from him. "Well, here's the thing," he started, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Katy's sort of not here?" Again with the uncertain tone at the end of his statement, like he wasn't sure how it would go over, so he would just turn it into a question.

The surprise on Adam's face was unmaskable. "Really?" He almost gulped the word with a grin. "I mean, why?" He caught himself.

"I um, discouraged her," Kris smiled up at him.

"You did?" Adam's stormy eyes calmed a little, but were no less compelling, just suddenly softer.

"Yeah. I know you probably have exciting clubs and places you wanna go and friends and stuff, but I was thinking." He looked up, no question at the end.

"You were thinking," Adam repeated.

"I was thinking, and remembering." He became frustrated, searching for words, scuffing his feet, just generally uncomfortable and impatient. "It's so loud. It's so loud all the time," he almost whined. "Remember last spring, before the tour? Before things got crazy? Before the bus? Remember the mansion? Remember how quiet it was at night?"

Adam felt his heart leap upward and he didn't trust himself to talk at first. His head filled with memories of careful passion in the darkness, only the light rustle of sheets, restless breath and unavoidable kisses allowed, for fear someone would hear them. Kris saw it in his face, the way his eyes left for a moment and returned with a sweet loneliness in them. "Of course I remember. I just assumed Katy would be with you or even if she wasn't, you wouldn't want to, I just," he struggled. "Oh Kris," he finished, unable to put together a coherent sentence, his eyes way too focused into Kris' for a public place.

"I know it's wrong to do this to her," Kris started whispering, "But I miss you, Adam. I miss," he paused. "You know, everything. I miss everything. I want quiet again. I just want quiet. Our quiet."

"I would love that." Adam's eyes closed briefly. "I miss you, too. I need recharging." They opened and Kris pressed a card to his fingers.

"Put this up. Room four fifty-two," he smiled shyly as Adam slipped the keycard into his pocket. "I got pretty sweaty on stage. I want a shower." One corner of his mouth curled up with more than a little mischief.

Adam licked his lips and glanced around. "This makes me happy, Kris," he finally blurted out. "Really happy," he almost giggled. "I didn't expect it."

"Why not? Come on, it's me. It's us. Don't we always find a way if there is one?" He punched Adam's arm. Adam feigned pain and grabbed it.

"Brute!"

"Oh yeah, that's me! Brutus Allen." He rolled his eyes. "Um, an hour okay?"

"Yeah. I'm going to freshen up, too." He raised a finger up. "Do you realize what just happened?"

"Whut?"

"You just asked me out. Oh my God. That's a first!"

"I guess I did." Kris nodded to himself as he turned toward the elevator. "Yeah, I guess I did."

Merry Xmas Glamberts!

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 12:15:21 -0700

I'm buying you all this: http://www.donkeyts.com/design/622+Glambert

Happy Day of Birth Rob!

Sat, 28 Nov 2009 23:35:15 -0700

Hope it's a good one!

2012 , End of the World is an epic adventure

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 22:38:24 -0700

Hello Friends,
I am William Parkar and i have seen 2012 , End of the World and i would also like to
share experience with of you. In history never before has a date been so significant
to so many cultures, so many religions, scientists, and governments.2012 is an
adventure about a global cataclysm that brings an end to the world and tells of the
heroic struggle of the survivors.2012 looks like it could be the first fun disaster film
we have seen in along while.

Umm.....New Moon?

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 13:44:00 -0700

Really? No thread?

Really?

Am I the only one who went last night!?!

IT WAS AWESOME. They did such a good job with this one.

Who wants to talk about it with me!?

Codex Alera Series by Jim Butcher...

Fri, 20 Nov 2009 01:21:18 -0700

Seriously, check it the fuck out. If you like Charlaine Harris, you'll love Jim....seriously...he also wrote all the Harry Dresden novels...also wonderful....fucking do as I say and read them...

2012

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 21:39:39 -0700

Just got back from watching 2012. Can't say I'm too impressed. I expected a whole lot more disaster stuff. But the theme song at the end?

RE:favourite songs..

Fri, 13 Nov 2009 03:57:30 -0700

hello everyone,

I am stuartthomas.I like songs of enrique.My most favourite song of his are

# Do you know
# Addicted
# Hero
# Escape
# Tired of being sorry
# In the End

thank you!!

New here

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 04:12:10 -0700

Hello everyone,

I'm Nerilana and just joined this forum. I'm 29 years and living in the Netherlands.

I love to read and write fanfiction (mostly LOTR and Harry Potter).

Love,
Nerilana