happy birthday, baby :)
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mickeymHappy, happy, HAPPY birthday to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
turps33. Terri, you are one of the sweetest, kindest, funnest people I know. We've drifted some with different fandoms and the like, but we've been friends for so long that I think of you as one of those friends who you don't have to have constant contact with -- we pick up right where we left off, any time we do bump into each other :) I think of you often (often accompanied by "chris" "jc" "trickc" *g*) and always wish lots of love and good things for you. And some day I will win the lottery, and get to travel back to England and see you again :)
Something's tickling his nose. Chris reaches up -- out? -- to bat it away, and it subsides for a bit, letting him relax back into the sun-warmed, lazy doze he was enjoying.
The tickling starts back up again, nose to check, along his jaw to his chin. A full circuit of his face before settling back on his nose. It really better not be Mark, or Ryan, or Chelsea -- or Taylor. He'll have to kick some serious ass.
"Wakey-wakey," is breathed into his ear, and Chris blinks his eyes open to stare into JC's, smiling down at him.
"Dude." He grabs JC and pulls him down, holding him close. "When did you get back into town?"
JC makes a small, muffled sound suspiciously like a laugh, and brings his arms around Chris to complete the hug. "About fifteen minutes ago. I tried calling--"
"Cell's upstairs," Chris mutters into JC's shoulder. "Forgot to charge it."
JC shakes, probably more suppressed laughter. "Tried knocking, too, but no one answered the door."
"Huh." Chris thinks about drawing back, to look at JC, study the face he hasn't seen in far too long, but decides he much prefers this hug, though it has to be kind of hard on JC's knees, kneeling on the patio. "So how'd you get in?"
"You gave me a key eons ago, dork."
So he did. Back when he first got this place, and long before the shouting match that ended with JC heading out west, and disappearing into the California sun for what's seemed like an eternity. Chris tightens his hold, hoping maybe if he hangs on tight enough and long enough, JC won't be able to slip away this time.
"Chris. Hey." JC shifts back, puts just enough distance between them that Chris can see JC's eyes, laugh-lines crinkling, brightening the blue-gray.
"Missed you," Chris says, squashing down the urge to say more, to babble endlessly, apologies and insults, recriminations and schmoop. He's always had trouble with the filter between his brain and his mouth, but with JC the filter seems to disappear altogether.
"Missed you, too." JC smiles at him, and then his mouth is on Chris's, warm and sweet, and absolutely perfect.
*snuggles you*
turps33. Terri, you are one of the sweetest, kindest, funnest people I know. We've drifted some with different fandoms and the like, but we've been friends for so long that I think of you as one of those friends who you don't have to have constant contact with -- we pick up right where we left off, any time we do bump into each other :) I think of you often (often accompanied by "chris" "jc" "trickc" *g*) and always wish lots of love and good things for you. And some day I will win the lottery, and get to travel back to England and see you again :)Something's tickling his nose. Chris reaches up -- out? -- to bat it away, and it subsides for a bit, letting him relax back into the sun-warmed, lazy doze he was enjoying.
The tickling starts back up again, nose to check, along his jaw to his chin. A full circuit of his face before settling back on his nose. It really better not be Mark, or Ryan, or Chelsea -- or Taylor. He'll have to kick some serious ass.
"Wakey-wakey," is breathed into his ear, and Chris blinks his eyes open to stare into JC's, smiling down at him.
"Dude." He grabs JC and pulls him down, holding him close. "When did you get back into town?"
JC makes a small, muffled sound suspiciously like a laugh, and brings his arms around Chris to complete the hug. "About fifteen minutes ago. I tried calling--"
"Cell's upstairs," Chris mutters into JC's shoulder. "Forgot to charge it."
JC shakes, probably more suppressed laughter. "Tried knocking, too, but no one answered the door."
"Huh." Chris thinks about drawing back, to look at JC, study the face he hasn't seen in far too long, but decides he much prefers this hug, though it has to be kind of hard on JC's knees, kneeling on the patio. "So how'd you get in?"
"You gave me a key eons ago, dork."
So he did. Back when he first got this place, and long before the shouting match that ended with JC heading out west, and disappearing into the California sun for what's seemed like an eternity. Chris tightens his hold, hoping maybe if he hangs on tight enough and long enough, JC won't be able to slip away this time.
"Chris. Hey." JC shifts back, puts just enough distance between them that Chris can see JC's eyes, laugh-lines crinkling, brightening the blue-gray.
"Missed you," Chris says, squashing down the urge to say more, to babble endlessly, apologies and insults, recriminations and schmoop. He's always had trouble with the filter between his brain and his mouth, but with JC the filter seems to disappear altogether.
"Missed you, too." JC smiles at him, and then his mouth is on Chris's, warm and sweet, and absolutely perfect.
*snuggles you*
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Date: 2009-02-19 09:25 am (UTC)First off, this trickc snippet is beautiful. I'm seriously sitting here grinning at the screen. You write them so well, and that you took the time to write something means so much.
More than that, though. Thank you for what you said. You're one of those people I know I could turn to and you'd be there to help. Fannishly we have branched off, but that doesn't matter, because to me you're a friend. One that's so important to me.
I adore you, and I hope you know how much.