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ciirceeSome of you might have seen me mention 'The Road Trip AU'. Some of you might have discovered that it was in a locked journal. Some of you may have wanted to claw my face off for talking about how freaking awesome it all is even though it is LOCKED and NOT EVERYBODY can get to it.
I am a cruel woman.
But thankfully,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
15th_moon, waxrose, primroseshows, lady_gemma, ferinough, and cupcake4mafia are NOT that cruel! Hence there is now a community: ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
arashiroadtrip. We're slowly moving the bits (in the posted order) over to their so it's not complete. Also! There is a timeline! So that you can read them in chronological order. Red cars are working links, black cars are the bits that need to get filled in.
So far we're at 25 parts and over 20,000 words. And I'm pretty sure that we're not done.
On the writing front: ARGH. Writers block EATS MY SOUL. Road Trip is about all I've done lately. So, in the interest of fixing myself, I gave myself a time limit and decided that--should I not meet said limit--I would have no internet for a week. I made it but only just.
Forill_ame.
Nino realized that he liked boys the day he got a hard-on over Aiba.
In retrospect, he thought that his odd desire to mess with Matsujun because he was cute probably should have been a clue, too.
It wasn't, however, and Nino was taken by surprise by his body's sudden interest in Aiba's body. He was also rather taken aback. "Hey," he said to his Aiba-induced hard-on, "what the hell?"
His erection pressed insistently against his zipper.
"Too bad," he told it, "I'm not going there."
Inside his jeans, his erection throbbed sullenly.
"Not there either," he told it, just in case.
After a while of him standing firm, his erection wilted and Nino felt free to stand up and collect his bag from the corner of the dance studio.
"Nino! Hey, Nino! Wait for me!" The words were accompanied by an arm around his neck and a solid chest at his back, and the warm-soapy-wet-boy scent of a freshly showered Aiba Masaki.
His dick decided to stand firm on the whole Aiba thing, after all.
"Quit that!" Nino told it and Aiba, shrugging the latter off.
"Huh?" said Aiba, slinging both arms around Nino's shoulders and pressing full-length against him. "No way! Nino was trying to leave without me!"
Nino's dick cheerfully informed him that Aiba's hands were really warm and really close. "Shut up," Nino muttered to it. To Aiba he said, "Look, now is not a good time, all right?"
"Really?" Aiba asked, hugging him a bit tighter. "How come?"
"Just—" started Nino, pushing at Aiba's arms in an attempt to free himself.
Aiba's hand brushed the front of Nino's jeans as he struggled to keep Nino where he was. "Oh," said Aiba.
Yes, said Nino's body.
"No," said Nino.
Aiba looked puzzled. "You're not bothered by being hard right out in public?"
"Of course not," Nino snapped, frazzled and still trying to get away from Aiba (who he was beginning to suspect was genetically part tentacle-alien). "I'm fourteen; I'm supposed to have inappropriate erections. I'm supposed to have inappropriate erections all the time, everywhere, over everything."
"Then what IS bothering you?" Aiba wanted to know.
There was genuine concern in his voice and Nino couldn't hold out against it. Aiba was one of his few friends, one of even fewer friends that he let close. He sighed. "You."
"What did I do?"
In answer, Nino poked moodily at the bulge in his jeans, pushing his hand under the waistband to adjust himself a moment later because the old one-eyed monster could obviously see Aiba staring at it. The silence stretched out between them, growing as long as the early-evening shadows stretching down the hallway from the window at the far end. "Just shut up," Nino muttered after a while, finally shoving himself free. He stalked down the hall, embarrassed and awkward and a tiny bit afraid of what Aiba was now thinking, what Aiba now thought of him.
"You think I'm cute!" Aiba said, catching his hand.
Nino caught his breath. "I think you're an idiot."
"I'm hot."
I am a cruel woman.
But thankfully,
15th_moon, waxrose, primroseshows, lady_gemma, ferinough, and cupcake4mafia are NOT that cruel! Hence there is now a community: arashiroadtrip. We're slowly moving the bits (in the posted order) over to their so it's not complete. Also! There is a timeline! So that you can read them in chronological order. Red cars are working links, black cars are the bits that need to get filled in.So far we're at 25 parts and over 20,000 words. And I'm pretty sure that we're not done.
On the writing front: ARGH. Writers block EATS MY SOUL. Road Trip is about all I've done lately. So, in the interest of fixing myself, I gave myself a time limit and decided that--should I not meet said limit--I would have no internet for a week. I made it but only just.
For
ill_ame.Nino realized that he liked boys the day he got a hard-on over Aiba.
In retrospect, he thought that his odd desire to mess with Matsujun because he was cute probably should have been a clue, too.
It wasn't, however, and Nino was taken by surprise by his body's sudden interest in Aiba's body. He was also rather taken aback. "Hey," he said to his Aiba-induced hard-on, "what the hell?"
His erection pressed insistently against his zipper.
"Too bad," he told it, "I'm not going there."
Inside his jeans, his erection throbbed sullenly.
"Not there either," he told it, just in case.
After a while of him standing firm, his erection wilted and Nino felt free to stand up and collect his bag from the corner of the dance studio.
"Nino! Hey, Nino! Wait for me!" The words were accompanied by an arm around his neck and a solid chest at his back, and the warm-soapy-wet-boy scent of a freshly showered Aiba Masaki.
His dick decided to stand firm on the whole Aiba thing, after all.
"Quit that!" Nino told it and Aiba, shrugging the latter off.
"Huh?" said Aiba, slinging both arms around Nino's shoulders and pressing full-length against him. "No way! Nino was trying to leave without me!"
Nino's dick cheerfully informed him that Aiba's hands were really warm and really close. "Shut up," Nino muttered to it. To Aiba he said, "Look, now is not a good time, all right?"
"Really?" Aiba asked, hugging him a bit tighter. "How come?"
"Just—" started Nino, pushing at Aiba's arms in an attempt to free himself.
Aiba's hand brushed the front of Nino's jeans as he struggled to keep Nino where he was. "Oh," said Aiba.
Yes, said Nino's body.
"No," said Nino.
Aiba looked puzzled. "You're not bothered by being hard right out in public?"
"Of course not," Nino snapped, frazzled and still trying to get away from Aiba (who he was beginning to suspect was genetically part tentacle-alien). "I'm fourteen; I'm supposed to have inappropriate erections. I'm supposed to have inappropriate erections all the time, everywhere, over everything."
"Then what IS bothering you?" Aiba wanted to know.
There was genuine concern in his voice and Nino couldn't hold out against it. Aiba was one of his few friends, one of even fewer friends that he let close. He sighed. "You."
"What did I do?"
In answer, Nino poked moodily at the bulge in his jeans, pushing his hand under the waistband to adjust himself a moment later because the old one-eyed monster could obviously see Aiba staring at it. The silence stretched out between them, growing as long as the early-evening shadows stretching down the hallway from the window at the far end. "Just shut up," Nino muttered after a while, finally shoving himself free. He stalked down the hall, embarrassed and awkward and a tiny bit afraid of what Aiba was now thinking, what Aiba now thought of him.
"You think I'm cute!" Aiba said, catching his hand.
Nino caught his breath. "I think you're an idiot."
"I'm hot."
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Date: 2009-04-11 06:59 pm (UTC)Well, that explains why it's such a perverted place. XDDD
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Date: 2009-04-11 07:00 pm (UTC)... WHY NOT!?
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Date: 2009-04-11 07:01 pm (UTC)Okay, seriously man, you're creeping me out. I was just thinking that.
*adds you*(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-11 07:02 pm (UTC)*adds*
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Date: 2009-04-11 07:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-11 07:04 pm (UTC)*runs away*
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Date: 2009-04-11 07:05 pm (UTC)writing stuff for youdoing your evil, evil bidding.(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-11 07:08 pm (UTC)It's all very mysterious.
Who did WHOSE evil bidding now? I am pretty sure you were all "Oh Sho/Nino community someone should hint hint hint" and WHAT DID I GIVE YOU?
I've never seen you write pr0n that totally was not you so therefore you cannot write me fic you can only not-write me not-fic(no subject)
Date: 2009-04-11 07:12 pm (UTC)Also: LA LA LA LA LA I CANNOT HEAR YOU LA LA LA LA LA.
And it is totally not my fault. The fact that you caved so easily is a testament to how close you were going to do it anyway. I just gave a little nudge in the right direction.Bwuh? XD