It's JohnxEminem time, children
Jul. 6th, 2003 10:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaebilityThe kiss, which was all accidental and all awkwardness, was wet and hot and smooth and gave birth to a whole world of nasty images inside John's head.
"Mmph, goddamn, wha-?" The hard, lean body under John's wiggled until it bucked, throwing the young rocker, dazed, to the side.
"Fucking queer! What the hell was that? Who the hell are you? Fuck, man!" Blazing eyes complete with an angry mouth, Marshall Matthers was in a proper tizzy and a force to be reckened with.
"Ah, well, hi." John felt one rush blood rise into his cheeks and a second fill his loins. "I'm really sorry, I guess I tripped and look - I'm sorry."
Some of Marshall's ire melted. The kid looked like he'd been hit by a truck: hair tousled, breathing heavily, arms and legs in weird places at weird angles... "Fuck it. Whatever. Don't come near me again." He turned, debated giving the kid the finger and decided against it, and stalked off.
"My name's John!"
Marshall's foot stopped in mid step. He turned, his eyebrows furrowed and lips turned up in a sneer. "What?"
Desperate to get him back (get him? Him? Back?!), John pushed aside his pride and personnel respect in an effort to keep Marshall from leaving. "I'm John." He was still on the floor, still all rumpled and delicious, still making a fool of himself. "Nice to meet you."
"Mmph, goddamn, wha-?" The hard, lean body under John's wiggled until it bucked, throwing the young rocker, dazed, to the side.
"Fucking queer! What the hell was that? Who the hell are you? Fuck, man!" Blazing eyes complete with an angry mouth, Marshall Matthers was in a proper tizzy and a force to be reckened with.
"Ah, well, hi." John felt one rush blood rise into his cheeks and a second fill his loins. "I'm really sorry, I guess I tripped and look - I'm sorry."
Some of Marshall's ire melted. The kid looked like he'd been hit by a truck: hair tousled, breathing heavily, arms and legs in weird places at weird angles... "Fuck it. Whatever. Don't come near me again." He turned, debated giving the kid the finger and decided against it, and stalked off.
"My name's John!"
Marshall's foot stopped in mid step. He turned, his eyebrows furrowed and lips turned up in a sneer. "What?"
Desperate to get him back (get him? Him? Back?!), John pushed aside his pride and personnel respect in an effort to keep Marshall from leaving. "I'm John." He was still on the floor, still all rumpled and delicious, still making a fool of himself. "Nice to meet you."
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You're killing me, man!
Date: 2003-07-19 11:48 am (UTC)Because I love this, so very much love it, and every time I read a little more it's so great and so HARD to wait for the next little bit!!!
So, basiclly, write more? Por please?
*offers virtual chocolates*
Re: You're killing me, man!
Date: 2003-07-23 12:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-25 08:50 pm (UTC)