Coming along...
Nov. 9th, 2005 12:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Although, is it plagiarism when you cannibalise your own stories? Er, not stories you've posted, obviously. Stories that you've half written that will never be completed *grin*
Also, this is turning out slightly differently then I first imagined, and I'm not quite sure if it's working or not.
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Date: 2005-11-09 12:55 am (UTC)1) Wolf SG10 was amazing!
2) WOOO! I've bought a ticket to Peg1!!
3) Do you have a link to your RPS that you didn't write? It came up during a four hour conversation about Joe's croach. [three fangirls, hotel, late at night. not a good mix] Anyway, I mentioned it and people want to read it. Please? ;)
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Date: 2005-11-09 02:07 am (UTC)NO IT IS NOT PLAGIARISM AND NOT CHEATING, ABSOLUTELY NOT
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Date: 2005-11-09 06:32 pm (UTC)Anyway, so long as you didn't post them previously, no. And if you post them later, then people could accuse you of plagiarising the NanoWrimo, but not the other way around. It's all about the time and place... like patents and copyright :)
And if nothing else, what the eye doesn't see, the chef gets away with! (To quote Fawlty Towers.)
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Date: 2005-11-09 07:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-09 07:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-09 07:43 pm (UTC)2. Hee! We'll see you there *g*
3. I don't write RPS. Because it is bad and wrong in oh so many ways. Which means it isn't linked here (http://www.livejournal.com/users/seiyaharris/359685.html?thread=1230597#t1230597) and doesn't continue here (http://www.livejournal.com/users/seiyaharris/359685.html?thread=1363461#t1363461). Because that would be wrong.
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Date: 2005-11-16 01:16 am (UTC)3. Have you not written any more?? *hopeful look* since I condem that kinda thing so very much. Speical hell anyone?
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Date: 2005-11-16 09:04 pm (UTC)*ahem*
It's late when they finally wrap on set, Brad finally calling it a day when Paul's proper accent starts slipping through the Scottish. Torri and Rachel leave together, Torri muttering that her dog probably won't even recognise her since she seems to have been gone that long. Both of them eye him as they pass and Joe knows what they're thinking. The last of his scenes for the day finished hours ago, but he's still there, watching. Jeans and t-shirt and Brad glancing at him like he's not quite sure why Joe is there either.
He'd thought about leaving as soon as he was done. Had thought about it right up until the time he stepped out of wardrobe and found himself walking back towards the set instead of towards the car that would take him away to a shower and a better bed than the one in his trailer. And if the scene he's watching when he goes back is the one between David and Paul, then what of it. He knows how hard they both worked at the scenes and he wants to see how well it comes off. So he watches them both, and if his eyes keep slipping to David, well, who can blame him? David, all taut and angry, emotions speeding through him like he knows too much about the withdrawals of addiction than Joe thinks he probably should.
He slips away as soon as they're finished, detouring towards his trailer to get his keys, and then he'll be gone for the night.
At least he would be if David wasn't already waiting for him, still in McKay's uniform and pacing like all the energy he contained on set is finally spilling out of him.
"You watched me," David says, as soon as Joe shuts the door behind him.
Joe just nods, feeling like he did that time his older sister caught him spying on her and her boyfriend. Only, he's fucked this man in front of him, so surely that entitles him to watch him as well.
"Do you know how hard it was?" David continues. "Being strapped to that bed and knowing your eyes were on me?" David's rubbing at his wrist, like the straps are still there, holding him down.
Joe watches David's thumb rub circles over the skin, and he wants to chase it with his tongue. Wants to hold David down himself and push himself into the tight heat that does nothing but welcome him.
He wonders if David would let him. Wonders if he'd say anything if Joe stretched his arms over his head and tied his wrists. Joe's dick is throbbing now, like having David tied and spread beneath him is the best idea he's ever had. He moves forward, closing the distance between them, hard dick twitching as David's eyes widen, soft smirk crossing his lips.
Running his fingers through David's hair, Joe pulls him closer and fuses their mouths together. And as David opens up under him, Joe thinks that maybe staying was the best choice after all.
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Date: 2005-11-16 09:12 pm (UTC)All the way down to my toes!!!
*shivers*
I now need a shower. To ah, wash away the wrongness of course...
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Date: 2005-11-17 12:24 am (UTC)Pushing David until the back of his legs hit the bed, Joe's hands skim under his t-shirt, feeling David's warm skin. Breaking the kiss, he lays a trail of butterfly-light kisses across David's cheek.
"I wanna fuck you," Joe whispers, gently grabbing David's earlobe in his teeth and tugging gently.
He's wanted it since he stepped into the trailer and saw David there. His cock is throbbing, twitching with the memory of what it feels like to be buried in that tight heat and he wants it again.
"Jesus, yes." David's voice is thick, heavy.
Joe grins and steps back, pushing David lightly and watching as the other man drops gracefully onto the bed. Joe doesn't give David any time before he's straddling him, old t-shirt rubbing against David's Atlantis uniform, as the world worlds crash in the middle.
"Joe."
David reaches up, fingers skimming the waistband of Joe's jeans for a bare second before Joe's fingers wrap around his wrists like bracelets. And Joe's dick jerks as he looks down, remembers what else he wanted to wrap around David's wrists. Moving slowly, Joe lifts David's arms above his head, pushes him back slightly as he presses them to the bed.
"Don't move," he says softly, demand wrapped in a whisper.
David just looks at him, doesn't move as Joe quickly strips off his t-shirt. He holds the t-shirt between his teeth and he take hold of David's wrists, moves them to the metal pole at the head of the bed. Keeping his eyes locked with David's, Joe takes the t-shit, wraps it around David's wrists, around the bed. The cracked lettering declaring 'University of Colorado' peaking out at odd angles and reminding Joe that there's a life outside of this trailer, one that Joe knows could come crashing in at any moment. But here and now, it's just him and David, and nothing can change that.
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Date: 2005-11-17 12:32 am (UTC)*fans self*
RPS & bondage.
Is it my birthday again???
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Date: 2005-11-23 09:52 pm (UTC)