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anitabuchanMore lists! This time, Hunter/Shane and Hunter/Cam for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scifislasher, Bridge/Jack and Chip/Xander for, kikos_ai, and Conner/Trent for me :). I will post some real fic someday, when I have enough energy to actually write it.
Five Times Cam wanted to kill all the other Rangers (except Hunter)
1.
Tori and Blake seemed to have decided that sparring was the new foreplay, which meant they’d spent the last hour bouncing around ninja ops looking increasingly sweaty. Of course, in the name of ‘team bonding’ it had to be a group activity, which meant Dustin and Shane had to follow them around placing bets.
Weren’t they supposed to be protective of Tori or something?
Blake slammed into his computer table, making him hit a wrong key. Several boxes popped up across the screen, and just to make things even better Dustin came to peer over his shoulder.
“Oh, dude, that doesn’t look good.”
Cam took a deep breath, ready to scream at them all.
Until he realised that Tori and Blake were already leaving, Shane and Dustin on their heels. Hunter raised an eyebrow as he headed towards Cam. “I told them there was a broken down ice-cream van down the road.”
“Is there?” Because that could actually be a security risk, if it were true…
“No.”
Cam grinned, as Hunter’s hands slid round his neck. Boyfriends with loose morals were wonderful things.
2.
They were teasing Dustin about his trusting of Marah, something apparently acceptable now – ooh, a week? – had passed. Dustin was smiling and laughing, acting the goof as normal, except when he thought no one was looking. Then he bit his lip, looking away, and Cam felt a moment of fury that he wouldn’t just stand up for himself, tell them all to shut up.
Hunter, who’d been quiet, chose that moment to shove Blake. “Yeah, like we can talk,” he reminded his brother. “And, Shane, what about that time you believed an impostor was Tori?”
Tori forgot Dustin in favour of a new target, Blake happily joining in. Now it was Shane’s turn to go red, and Dustin took some of the flak as well, but this time it looked real when he laughed.
And this time, Cam joined in the teasing too.
3.
Cam clenched his fists in utter frustration at their slowness, their complete inability to get what he was trying to explain. It wasn’t difficult, it wasn’t complicated, but they still couldn’t see –
Hunter touched his arm. “Hey,” he said. “How about you go back to work. We can figure this out ourselves.”
Some sulky looks from the others, who’d no doubt been looking forward to Cam giving up and just doing it himself.
“Thanks,” he said, and wondered what the reaction would be if he kissed Hunter from gratitude.
4.
The others yelled and whooped, grabbing each other in hugs and slapping high-fives. Blake stole a moment to kiss Tori on the cheek, who went red and then returned it. Shane and Dustin would doing some kind of dance, a victory dance, though to Cam it mostly made them look like idiots. But he couldn’t help but feel a flash of resentment that he wasn’t being grabbed to join the dance, no one had come to kiss his cheek in celebration –
Then Hunter seized him in a hug, arms like metal bands squeezing hard enough to bruise. Cam felt breathless, as Hunter muttered in his ear, “This is a happy moment. We won.”
Cam could have pointed out that it was just one battle, that Lothor would try again tomorrow. But Hunter might have stopped hugging him. So he didn’t.
5.
Hunter pushed him against the wall, hands flexing against Cam’s chest in a way that could get distracting, fast. But then he started kissing Cam, and Cam forgot about his hands in favour of the sensations of lips against his, tongue pushing into his mouth, and the scrape of teeth whenever he started to relax.
Then Hunter’s hands became an issue again, sliding down to below Cam’s belt, where they just didn’t quite touch him here he wanted to be touched, skirting round his cock with maddening movements that made Cam want to kill Hunter, or just hold him down and fuck him. Either would work, and he finally got his brain working long enough to reach round to grab Hunter ass, pulling the other boy closer and –
“Hey! You guys coming?”
Hunter broke off the kiss, choking back laughter. It probably was funny, but Cam wasn’t amused. In fact, he was going to kill Dustin –
“Yeah! We’re waiting!”
“Hurry up!”
“Come on, Hunter!”
And Tori, and Shane, and Blake, even if Hunter probably would protest at that last one.
Hunter looked at him, the light in his eyes telling Cam he was in trouble, and he prayed the trouble wouldn’t involve sitting several hours in a restaurant with a hard-on.
Hunter grinned, and Cam’s bad feeling increased.
“Sorry, guys,” Hunter called up. “We’re kind of busy.”
There was a pause, before Tori called down. “Doing what?”
“Fucking.”
Five Times Hunter and Shane almost got caught
1.
“Shane? Are you there?”
Shane pushed Hunter off him with enough force to tumble the other boy off the bed and onto the floor, creating a crash that Tori would have to be deaf not to hear. Hunter glared up at him.
“Just a minute!” Shane called, hoping she paid attention.
Hunter’s glare increased. “Are you trying to make her even more suspicious?” Without giving Shane a chance to respond, he stood, grabbed a CD off Shane’s dresser, and flung open the door, all in one flowing movement that made Shane really wish Tori didn’t have such bad timing.
Tori, fist raised to knock, gaped when she saw who had opened the door. “Hunter?”
He waved the CD. “Hey, Tori.”
She looked a little surprised, a little confused. “You’re borrowing a CD?”
“Nah. He borrowed it off me ages ago, and he’s been saying he’d bring it to training for weeks. Figured I should come get it myself if I ever wanted to see it again.” All said in a half-teasing tone that made Tori relax and grin.
“I know, whenever one of my CDs disappears Shane’s the first person I ask. He’s awful.”
Shane would have felt offended, but he was too busy trying to recover from shock.
“See you,” said Hunter.
Tori waved him away, then crossed the room to look down at Shane. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Because you look a little flushed.”
2.
Hunter didn’t like Shane knowing how much power he had. Their sessions always started out the same: Shane initiating, then Hunter taking control. Both of them would struggle for dominance, because neither were exactly the types to just lay back and think of England. But usually, Hunter would win. Partly because he wanted it more, and partly because Shane knew that and therefore let him.
But sometimes, Shane wouldn’t. Sometimes, Shane would keep pushing, till all Hunter could do was cling to his shoulders and try to hang on to some type of sanity. It wasn’t fair, that Shane could do this to him, but at the same time he knew that this was why he was with Shane. Because sometimes Shane did this, and Hunter could never believe how good it felt.
They sprang apart when they heard Blake’s key in the door, and Hunter didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed at his brother’s early return.
3.
Cam heard a faint moan, and the sound of something thudding against a wall. He frowned, walking over to the partially opened door of one of the training rooms. “Is anybody there?”
After a moments silence, he pushed open the door, to see Hunter and Shane standing close together, both looking at him in alarm. Hunter wiped his mouth, taking a step back from Shane.
Cam shook his head. “You do realise training sessions are supposed to be supervised, right? Especially between you two.”
Shane shrugged in response, and Cam left them too it. Their problem, if they were caught.
Though he thought they’d gotten over that competitive streak…
4.
Hunter couldn’t believe this. Somehow, it was all Shane’s fault. He wasn’t entirely sure why, but…it had to be.
Mainly because Shane wasn’t the one crouching in a closet and trying to ignore cramp.
“I really don’t know,” Hunter was saying. “I’d ask Sensei. And, you know, I really need to get ready for – ”
“I know, I know! But you can’t blame me. It’s not often I get to see my little brother!”
Puke. Honestly. If Hunter ever spoke like that to Blake…well, he wouldn’t have a little brother for very much longer, as Blake would probably die laughing.
But Shane’s brother seemed determined to stick around for more sappiness, and by the time Shane managed to make him leave Hunter’s leg felt dead and cold.
“Ow,” he muttered, maybe leaning on Shane a little more than he really needed to, but Shane deserved to suffer something. “I don’t believe I just did that.”
“Well, it was slightly incriminating,” said Shane. “Here’s your top.”
“I suppose I should just be glad that your room’s such a mess he didn’t notice.”
“Oh, shut up.” Then, he leaned forward, kissing Hunter briefly. “Thank you. I will tell him one day, just not…”
“Yeah, whatever.” Though Hunter couldn’t really talk. “Let’s just go.”
5.
Dustin balanced the box on his hip as he reached the storeroom door, reaching out to push it open. Then he just needed to go find Hunter, tell him what needed done, and he was finished for the day. Maybe Blake would meet him down at the track…
But as his fingers touched the handle, he heard Shane moan, “Oh, God, Hunter…”
Right. Dustin backed away, deciding that he didn’t mind working an extra quarter of an hour or so.
And if they weren’t finished by then, he was just interrupting.
Five Times Conner and Trent talked about art
1.
“That’s really good.”
Trent looked up, surprised to see Conner peering down at his latest drawing. He hadn’t even heard the other boy approach. Now, as Conner kept looking, he felt himself flush and resisted the urge to close the sketchbook.
“Thanks.”
2.
Conner was doodling on a spare scrap of paper, drawing random shapes and colouring them red.
“You could use one of the other colours,” Trent told him. “I’m running out of red pencils. They’re all sharpened down to nothing.”
Conner shook his head. Red was best.
3.
Trent bit his lip, looking uncharacteristically nervous. Conner raised an eyebrow, wondering what was up.
“We’re doing ‘movement’ in art class,” Trent said. “We’ve got to draw someone in motion…”
“So?”
Trent shrugged. “Well, would you mind if I came and draw you playing soccer?” He blushed, shrugging again and looking at the floor. “I mean, I know what you look like, and know I can draw you ‘cause I’ve drawn you before, so I can just focus on the movement part…”
Conner thought for a minute, mainly on what his team-mates would say if they saw what Trent was doing.
He opened his mouth to say no.
“Yes.”
Then: “You’ve drawn me before?”
4.
He’d already smeared himself in white foundation, and now he perched on the edge of Trent’s bathtub, while Trent painted in open wounds and gangrenous flesh. Face-paints and skin-coloured putty rested on the ledge beside him. Trent cupped his chin, holding Conner still while his paintbrush flicked over Conner’s cheek.
It tickled.
“I’m almost done,” said Trent, as Conner flinched away again. He leaned closer, paintbrush trailing a line to Conner’s ear. The soft, wet bristles flicked over the lobe, before circling around to fill the shell in with black paint. It still tickled, but now it sent tremors done his spine and he had to fight not to squirm. He shivered instead.
And breathed in as he did. Mistake. He could smell Trent’s aftershave, the paint clinging to his sleeves, and something deeper, made up of skin and sweat and something that was just Trent. His breath came faster, his lips parting, eyes closing, feeling desperate to pull away and run or grab Trent and…
Trent pulled back. “There,” he said, fingers pushing roughly at Conner’s skin to blend the colours together. “Done.”
Conner swallowed, trying to nod.
Trent touched his cheek again. “Maybe you should put some more foudation on. You don’t look that pale.”
“No.” Conner stood up, needing to get out of the cramped bathroom and breathe cold air. “I think I’m good.”
5.
“Edible body paints?” Conner leaned forward to read the labels, wrinkling his nose.
“You paint them on someone’s skin, and then…lick it off. They’re flavoured,” Trent said. He really should have guessed that Conner would head straight for these.
Conner paused, then reached forward to grab a red tub. “Strawberry.”
Five Things Bridge likes to do to Jack
1.
Touch his hair. Because Bridge had never known anyone with dreadlocks before, and there’s something about it that’s weirdly fascinating, the way the hair all stays together like that. He likes to squeeze them, tug on them, twisting them around his fingers till Jack yells at him to stop.
Sometimes he listens. Sometimes he doesn’t. Jack never seemed to care.
2.
Bridge likes teaching Jack the secrets of a good handstand. Not only because it’s something he can do better than Jack, which is always fun, but because Jack never tucked his shirt in until Cruger complained, so if Bridge caught him before that it would slide down Jack’s stomach to fall around his neck.
Sometimes, Jack would straighten up and tuck it in, but sometimes, he wouldn’t.
3.
Exasperate him.
After a search involving several different thesauruses, as well as the internet, of course, Bridge had settled on ‘exasperated’ was approximately the right word for how Jack sometimes felt about him. It wasn’t as harsh as annoyance, which was Sky and sometimes Syd, or anger, which was generally Cruger.
When Jack got exasperated at Bridge, he liked to touch him. Not touching-touching, or anything like that. But he’d grab Bridge’s arms and move him aside, or make him sit down, or cover his mouth with a hand to make him shut up, as if too impatient to wait for Bridge to listen and do it himself.
Bridge didn’t mind.
4.
Feed him. Especially buttery toast. It made Jack’s lips all shiny and sometimes a crumb will stick at the corner of Jack’s mouth, which Bridge can reach out and wipe away.
5.
Kiss him.
Bridge sometimes tries to think of reasons why, but when he thinks about Jack kissing him, he tends to run out of words.
Five Reasons Xander likes being with Chip
1.
Xander’s cool, he’s popular, he has cool-and-popular friends. But when he’s with them, he knows he’s different. He knows it every time he opens his mouth (which he does quite a lot) and hears his accent, sounding more obvious with each word he says.
With Chip, he wouldn’t notice if he started speaking Dutch. Chip’s different enough for the both of them.
2.
He likes looking after people, in a way he doesn’t like to admit. Alright, he also likes bossing them around, but it gives him a good feeling to comfort and protect. But there’s a part of him that’s always thought it was a little bit girly, and most people were perfectly capable of looking after themselves.
Chip was. But he didn’t protest if Xander put an arm around him and jumped in front of enemies.
3.
Because Chip was quite possibly the happiest person Xander’s ever know. He doesn’t smile sarcastically, or even with amusement.
Just happily.
4.
Vida could be prickly and sarcastic, Nick sulky, and Madison was capable of taking ‘too nice’ to a level Xander hadn’t previously thought possible. Xander knows he can be bossy and arrogant and vain.
There’s always some tension. Some missing element.
Except with him and Chip. They just fit.
5.
Because he’s Chip. Which, to Xander, was reason enough.
By the way, does anyone know if ff.net has fixed itself yet? Oh, and any more requests?
scifislasher, Bridge/Jack and Chip/Xander for, kikos_ai, and Conner/Trent for me :). I will post some real fic someday, when I have enough energy to actually write it.Five Times Cam wanted to kill all the other Rangers (except Hunter)
1.
Tori and Blake seemed to have decided that sparring was the new foreplay, which meant they’d spent the last hour bouncing around ninja ops looking increasingly sweaty. Of course, in the name of ‘team bonding’ it had to be a group activity, which meant Dustin and Shane had to follow them around placing bets.
Weren’t they supposed to be protective of Tori or something?
Blake slammed into his computer table, making him hit a wrong key. Several boxes popped up across the screen, and just to make things even better Dustin came to peer over his shoulder.
“Oh, dude, that doesn’t look good.”
Cam took a deep breath, ready to scream at them all.
Until he realised that Tori and Blake were already leaving, Shane and Dustin on their heels. Hunter raised an eyebrow as he headed towards Cam. “I told them there was a broken down ice-cream van down the road.”
“Is there?” Because that could actually be a security risk, if it were true…
“No.”
Cam grinned, as Hunter’s hands slid round his neck. Boyfriends with loose morals were wonderful things.
2.
They were teasing Dustin about his trusting of Marah, something apparently acceptable now – ooh, a week? – had passed. Dustin was smiling and laughing, acting the goof as normal, except when he thought no one was looking. Then he bit his lip, looking away, and Cam felt a moment of fury that he wouldn’t just stand up for himself, tell them all to shut up.
Hunter, who’d been quiet, chose that moment to shove Blake. “Yeah, like we can talk,” he reminded his brother. “And, Shane, what about that time you believed an impostor was Tori?”
Tori forgot Dustin in favour of a new target, Blake happily joining in. Now it was Shane’s turn to go red, and Dustin took some of the flak as well, but this time it looked real when he laughed.
And this time, Cam joined in the teasing too.
3.
Cam clenched his fists in utter frustration at their slowness, their complete inability to get what he was trying to explain. It wasn’t difficult, it wasn’t complicated, but they still couldn’t see –
Hunter touched his arm. “Hey,” he said. “How about you go back to work. We can figure this out ourselves.”
Some sulky looks from the others, who’d no doubt been looking forward to Cam giving up and just doing it himself.
“Thanks,” he said, and wondered what the reaction would be if he kissed Hunter from gratitude.
4.
The others yelled and whooped, grabbing each other in hugs and slapping high-fives. Blake stole a moment to kiss Tori on the cheek, who went red and then returned it. Shane and Dustin would doing some kind of dance, a victory dance, though to Cam it mostly made them look like idiots. But he couldn’t help but feel a flash of resentment that he wasn’t being grabbed to join the dance, no one had come to kiss his cheek in celebration –
Then Hunter seized him in a hug, arms like metal bands squeezing hard enough to bruise. Cam felt breathless, as Hunter muttered in his ear, “This is a happy moment. We won.”
Cam could have pointed out that it was just one battle, that Lothor would try again tomorrow. But Hunter might have stopped hugging him. So he didn’t.
5.
Hunter pushed him against the wall, hands flexing against Cam’s chest in a way that could get distracting, fast. But then he started kissing Cam, and Cam forgot about his hands in favour of the sensations of lips against his, tongue pushing into his mouth, and the scrape of teeth whenever he started to relax.
Then Hunter’s hands became an issue again, sliding down to below Cam’s belt, where they just didn’t quite touch him here he wanted to be touched, skirting round his cock with maddening movements that made Cam want to kill Hunter, or just hold him down and fuck him. Either would work, and he finally got his brain working long enough to reach round to grab Hunter ass, pulling the other boy closer and –
“Hey! You guys coming?”
Hunter broke off the kiss, choking back laughter. It probably was funny, but Cam wasn’t amused. In fact, he was going to kill Dustin –
“Yeah! We’re waiting!”
“Hurry up!”
“Come on, Hunter!”
And Tori, and Shane, and Blake, even if Hunter probably would protest at that last one.
Hunter looked at him, the light in his eyes telling Cam he was in trouble, and he prayed the trouble wouldn’t involve sitting several hours in a restaurant with a hard-on.
Hunter grinned, and Cam’s bad feeling increased.
“Sorry, guys,” Hunter called up. “We’re kind of busy.”
There was a pause, before Tori called down. “Doing what?”
“Fucking.”
Five Times Hunter and Shane almost got caught
1.
“Shane? Are you there?”
Shane pushed Hunter off him with enough force to tumble the other boy off the bed and onto the floor, creating a crash that Tori would have to be deaf not to hear. Hunter glared up at him.
“Just a minute!” Shane called, hoping she paid attention.
Hunter’s glare increased. “Are you trying to make her even more suspicious?” Without giving Shane a chance to respond, he stood, grabbed a CD off Shane’s dresser, and flung open the door, all in one flowing movement that made Shane really wish Tori didn’t have such bad timing.
Tori, fist raised to knock, gaped when she saw who had opened the door. “Hunter?”
He waved the CD. “Hey, Tori.”
She looked a little surprised, a little confused. “You’re borrowing a CD?”
“Nah. He borrowed it off me ages ago, and he’s been saying he’d bring it to training for weeks. Figured I should come get it myself if I ever wanted to see it again.” All said in a half-teasing tone that made Tori relax and grin.
“I know, whenever one of my CDs disappears Shane’s the first person I ask. He’s awful.”
Shane would have felt offended, but he was too busy trying to recover from shock.
“See you,” said Hunter.
Tori waved him away, then crossed the room to look down at Shane. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Because you look a little flushed.”
2.
Hunter didn’t like Shane knowing how much power he had. Their sessions always started out the same: Shane initiating, then Hunter taking control. Both of them would struggle for dominance, because neither were exactly the types to just lay back and think of England. But usually, Hunter would win. Partly because he wanted it more, and partly because Shane knew that and therefore let him.
But sometimes, Shane wouldn’t. Sometimes, Shane would keep pushing, till all Hunter could do was cling to his shoulders and try to hang on to some type of sanity. It wasn’t fair, that Shane could do this to him, but at the same time he knew that this was why he was with Shane. Because sometimes Shane did this, and Hunter could never believe how good it felt.
They sprang apart when they heard Blake’s key in the door, and Hunter didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed at his brother’s early return.
3.
Cam heard a faint moan, and the sound of something thudding against a wall. He frowned, walking over to the partially opened door of one of the training rooms. “Is anybody there?”
After a moments silence, he pushed open the door, to see Hunter and Shane standing close together, both looking at him in alarm. Hunter wiped his mouth, taking a step back from Shane.
Cam shook his head. “You do realise training sessions are supposed to be supervised, right? Especially between you two.”
Shane shrugged in response, and Cam left them too it. Their problem, if they were caught.
Though he thought they’d gotten over that competitive streak…
4.
Hunter couldn’t believe this. Somehow, it was all Shane’s fault. He wasn’t entirely sure why, but…it had to be.
Mainly because Shane wasn’t the one crouching in a closet and trying to ignore cramp.
“I really don’t know,” Hunter was saying. “I’d ask Sensei. And, you know, I really need to get ready for – ”
“I know, I know! But you can’t blame me. It’s not often I get to see my little brother!”
Puke. Honestly. If Hunter ever spoke like that to Blake…well, he wouldn’t have a little brother for very much longer, as Blake would probably die laughing.
But Shane’s brother seemed determined to stick around for more sappiness, and by the time Shane managed to make him leave Hunter’s leg felt dead and cold.
“Ow,” he muttered, maybe leaning on Shane a little more than he really needed to, but Shane deserved to suffer something. “I don’t believe I just did that.”
“Well, it was slightly incriminating,” said Shane. “Here’s your top.”
“I suppose I should just be glad that your room’s such a mess he didn’t notice.”
“Oh, shut up.” Then, he leaned forward, kissing Hunter briefly. “Thank you. I will tell him one day, just not…”
“Yeah, whatever.” Though Hunter couldn’t really talk. “Let’s just go.”
5.
Dustin balanced the box on his hip as he reached the storeroom door, reaching out to push it open. Then he just needed to go find Hunter, tell him what needed done, and he was finished for the day. Maybe Blake would meet him down at the track…
But as his fingers touched the handle, he heard Shane moan, “Oh, God, Hunter…”
Right. Dustin backed away, deciding that he didn’t mind working an extra quarter of an hour or so.
And if they weren’t finished by then, he was just interrupting.
Five Times Conner and Trent talked about art
1.
“That’s really good.”
Trent looked up, surprised to see Conner peering down at his latest drawing. He hadn’t even heard the other boy approach. Now, as Conner kept looking, he felt himself flush and resisted the urge to close the sketchbook.
“Thanks.”
2.
Conner was doodling on a spare scrap of paper, drawing random shapes and colouring them red.
“You could use one of the other colours,” Trent told him. “I’m running out of red pencils. They’re all sharpened down to nothing.”
Conner shook his head. Red was best.
3.
Trent bit his lip, looking uncharacteristically nervous. Conner raised an eyebrow, wondering what was up.
“We’re doing ‘movement’ in art class,” Trent said. “We’ve got to draw someone in motion…”
“So?”
Trent shrugged. “Well, would you mind if I came and draw you playing soccer?” He blushed, shrugging again and looking at the floor. “I mean, I know what you look like, and know I can draw you ‘cause I’ve drawn you before, so I can just focus on the movement part…”
Conner thought for a minute, mainly on what his team-mates would say if they saw what Trent was doing.
He opened his mouth to say no.
“Yes.”
Then: “You’ve drawn me before?”
4.
He’d already smeared himself in white foundation, and now he perched on the edge of Trent’s bathtub, while Trent painted in open wounds and gangrenous flesh. Face-paints and skin-coloured putty rested on the ledge beside him. Trent cupped his chin, holding Conner still while his paintbrush flicked over Conner’s cheek.
It tickled.
“I’m almost done,” said Trent, as Conner flinched away again. He leaned closer, paintbrush trailing a line to Conner’s ear. The soft, wet bristles flicked over the lobe, before circling around to fill the shell in with black paint. It still tickled, but now it sent tremors done his spine and he had to fight not to squirm. He shivered instead.
And breathed in as he did. Mistake. He could smell Trent’s aftershave, the paint clinging to his sleeves, and something deeper, made up of skin and sweat and something that was just Trent. His breath came faster, his lips parting, eyes closing, feeling desperate to pull away and run or grab Trent and…
Trent pulled back. “There,” he said, fingers pushing roughly at Conner’s skin to blend the colours together. “Done.”
Conner swallowed, trying to nod.
Trent touched his cheek again. “Maybe you should put some more foudation on. You don’t look that pale.”
“No.” Conner stood up, needing to get out of the cramped bathroom and breathe cold air. “I think I’m good.”
5.
“Edible body paints?” Conner leaned forward to read the labels, wrinkling his nose.
“You paint them on someone’s skin, and then…lick it off. They’re flavoured,” Trent said. He really should have guessed that Conner would head straight for these.
Conner paused, then reached forward to grab a red tub. “Strawberry.”
Five Things Bridge likes to do to Jack
1.
Touch his hair. Because Bridge had never known anyone with dreadlocks before, and there’s something about it that’s weirdly fascinating, the way the hair all stays together like that. He likes to squeeze them, tug on them, twisting them around his fingers till Jack yells at him to stop.
Sometimes he listens. Sometimes he doesn’t. Jack never seemed to care.
2.
Bridge likes teaching Jack the secrets of a good handstand. Not only because it’s something he can do better than Jack, which is always fun, but because Jack never tucked his shirt in until Cruger complained, so if Bridge caught him before that it would slide down Jack’s stomach to fall around his neck.
Sometimes, Jack would straighten up and tuck it in, but sometimes, he wouldn’t.
3.
Exasperate him.
After a search involving several different thesauruses, as well as the internet, of course, Bridge had settled on ‘exasperated’ was approximately the right word for how Jack sometimes felt about him. It wasn’t as harsh as annoyance, which was Sky and sometimes Syd, or anger, which was generally Cruger.
When Jack got exasperated at Bridge, he liked to touch him. Not touching-touching, or anything like that. But he’d grab Bridge’s arms and move him aside, or make him sit down, or cover his mouth with a hand to make him shut up, as if too impatient to wait for Bridge to listen and do it himself.
Bridge didn’t mind.
4.
Feed him. Especially buttery toast. It made Jack’s lips all shiny and sometimes a crumb will stick at the corner of Jack’s mouth, which Bridge can reach out and wipe away.
5.
Kiss him.
Bridge sometimes tries to think of reasons why, but when he thinks about Jack kissing him, he tends to run out of words.
Five Reasons Xander likes being with Chip
1.
Xander’s cool, he’s popular, he has cool-and-popular friends. But when he’s with them, he knows he’s different. He knows it every time he opens his mouth (which he does quite a lot) and hears his accent, sounding more obvious with each word he says.
With Chip, he wouldn’t notice if he started speaking Dutch. Chip’s different enough for the both of them.
2.
He likes looking after people, in a way he doesn’t like to admit. Alright, he also likes bossing them around, but it gives him a good feeling to comfort and protect. But there’s a part of him that’s always thought it was a little bit girly, and most people were perfectly capable of looking after themselves.
Chip was. But he didn’t protest if Xander put an arm around him and jumped in front of enemies.
3.
Because Chip was quite possibly the happiest person Xander’s ever know. He doesn’t smile sarcastically, or even with amusement.
Just happily.
4.
Vida could be prickly and sarcastic, Nick sulky, and Madison was capable of taking ‘too nice’ to a level Xander hadn’t previously thought possible. Xander knows he can be bossy and arrogant and vain.
There’s always some tension. Some missing element.
Except with him and Chip. They just fit.
5.
Because he’s Chip. Which, to Xander, was reason enough.
By the way, does anyone know if ff.net has fixed itself yet? Oh, and any more requests?
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Date: 2006-12-06 06:50 am (UTC)::HUGS::
God I so needed this. Thank you so very much. :)
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Date: 2006-12-07 12:38 am (UTC)I'm very glad you liked :). *hugs back*