Popslash Prompts
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raynedanserwritesThe other night I was whining about my fic bunnies being asleep or SOMETHING, so I asked for some popslash prompts. I'd said 5 people, but ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bayouskye and joshysleo commented at the same time, so Bayou snuck in. And then my other half texted me her request, so call_me_loca get something as well. *grin* I have some of them done.
They're all right around 250 - 350 words. Here we go:
joshysleo wanted Nick (CARTER, see I can say it!) and Chris at home on movie night.
Chris dropped onto the sofa and wiggled around until he was sideways. He stretched his legs across the couch and grabbed the remote and bowl of greasy popcorn from the coffee table.
"Carter, you better get your ass in here or you’re gonna miss the start of the movie!" he shouted.
Nick appeared a moment later, his hair still tousled and damp from his shower. Sweat pants hung low on his hips and Chris swallowed, reminding himself that this was movie night and not 'grope Nick Carter' night. He swung two beer bottles.
"You forgot these," Nick pointed out as he crossed the room. He pushed Chris's feet out of the way and sat inthe middle of the sofa. When Chris put his legs across his lap, he handed Chris a beer with one hand and started rubbing one of Chris's knees with the other.
Chris hit the start button on the remote and soon its soundtrack was booming out of the speakers. It was nice to sit and do nothing, know nothing was coming up. After a few minutes, the fingers on his knee stilled. Chris looked from the tv to Nick. He was mesmerized by the tv screen, his head tilted to an almost painful angle.
"Is that even possible?" he asked in awe, tilting his head more.
Chris chuckled as he sat up and paused the movie mid-moan. "You mean that?" he asked, waving the remote at the tv. He tilted his head in an attempt to match Nick's. "Yeah, that's possible."
Nick looked like he didn't quite believe him. "It is?"
Chris nodded. "Sure. JC can do it."
"Do I want to know how you know?"
Chris slid cross the couch and nuzzled Nick's neck. "Mm, he showed me," Chris answered as he slid his hand inside Nick's pants.
Nick was quiet as he contemplated his answer. "I could totally do that."
Chris kissed Nick gently. "Sure you could baby. Wanna go try?" Chris waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Nick laughed. "I thought you'd never ask."
faithette asked for Nick Carter and Nick Lachey.
Nick sat at the club bar and nursed his Corona slowly. He picked at the paper label with his fingernail, ignoring the people around him. One glare had been enough to send the bartender to the other end of the bar. Even when someone slid onto the stool next to him, he still didn't look up.
"Wow, if looks could kill, your beer would be begging you to put it out of its misery. What happened?"
Nick finally looked up. "Nick - She's here," he said quietly.
Nick looked confused. "She -" he started. "Oh. Shit. What did she do now?" He reached over and rescued the beer and took a long drink off it, nearly draining the bottle.
Nick watched, fascinated, as the other man wrapped full lips around the opening and tilted his head back as he drank. Tried not to stare and failed miserably. "She said I suck at golf," he answered, then waited for the other man's sympathy.
What he got instead was a bright smile and cheerful laughter. "Nick, baby, you DO suck at golf."
Nick glared. "Carter..." he warned.
The other man suddenly turned serious. "I'm supposed to be helping, aren't I?" He waited while Nick nodded. "Right. Sorry. Anything I can do to help?"
Nick snatched his beer back and finished it. "You could not laugh at me," he grumbled. He looked up and faced him. "You done recording for the day?"
Nick nodded. "Yeah. Brian wasn't feeling well, so we closed up shop early."
Nick grabbed is hand and tugged. "Good. Come on."
Nick Carter followed obediently. "Where are we going?"
Nick Lachey didn't stop walking. "My place. You're going to make me feel better." And when the man behind him laughed, something inside let loose and he knew that's what would happen. It was going to be a good day after all.
call_me_loca wanted Brian and Justin discussing Nick and Lance's ... assets.
Justin spun the ball between his fingers and chewed his lip. "I don't know, man. I still don't see it." He dribbled the ball a few feet, stopped and shot the ball. It swished through the net cleanly and bounced a couple of times before Brian caught it again.
Justin stared at the wooden bench at the edge of the basketball court and contemplated its two unsuspecting occupants. "Hey! Lance!" he eventually shouted. He waited until Lance looked up at him, one eyebrow raised in silent question. "Stand up and turn around - please?"
Lance's patient sigh could be heard all the way onto the basketball court as he complied.
"See?" Justin asked as though that settled everything.
Brian chuckled. "All right Nick, your turn."
Nick was a little more vocal in his protests, but after some hurried whispers from Lance, he stood. Brian faced Justin smugly. "Now do you see it?"
By the time he was done asking, Nick and Lance had joined them. "Do I even want to know what you two are up to?" Lance asked.
"Oh, we were just trying to decide which of you had a better ass," Brian answered.
Nick snatched the ball from Brian. "Oh that's easy."
"It is?" Justin, Brian and Lance asked together.
"Sure. Lance's."
Brian stole the ball back and got ready to shoot the ball. "And you would know this how?" he asked.
Nick waited until Brian was ready before answering. "Because I've had it." He laughed insanely when Brian overshot and the ball bounced off the corner of the backboard.
Hopefully the other 4 will go up tomorrow. :D
bayouskye and joshysleo commented at the same time, so Bayou snuck in. And then my other half texted me her request, so call_me_loca get something as well. *grin* I have some of them done.They're all right around 250 - 350 words. Here we go:
joshysleo wanted Nick (CARTER, see I can say it!) and Chris at home on movie night. Chris dropped onto the sofa and wiggled around until he was sideways. He stretched his legs across the couch and grabbed the remote and bowl of greasy popcorn from the coffee table.
"Carter, you better get your ass in here or you’re gonna miss the start of the movie!" he shouted.
Nick appeared a moment later, his hair still tousled and damp from his shower. Sweat pants hung low on his hips and Chris swallowed, reminding himself that this was movie night and not 'grope Nick Carter' night. He swung two beer bottles.
"You forgot these," Nick pointed out as he crossed the room. He pushed Chris's feet out of the way and sat inthe middle of the sofa. When Chris put his legs across his lap, he handed Chris a beer with one hand and started rubbing one of Chris's knees with the other.
Chris hit the start button on the remote and soon its soundtrack was booming out of the speakers. It was nice to sit and do nothing, know nothing was coming up. After a few minutes, the fingers on his knee stilled. Chris looked from the tv to Nick. He was mesmerized by the tv screen, his head tilted to an almost painful angle.
"Is that even possible?" he asked in awe, tilting his head more.
Chris chuckled as he sat up and paused the movie mid-moan. "You mean that?" he asked, waving the remote at the tv. He tilted his head in an attempt to match Nick's. "Yeah, that's possible."
Nick looked like he didn't quite believe him. "It is?"
Chris nodded. "Sure. JC can do it."
"Do I want to know how you know?"
Chris slid cross the couch and nuzzled Nick's neck. "Mm, he showed me," Chris answered as he slid his hand inside Nick's pants.
Nick was quiet as he contemplated his answer. "I could totally do that."
Chris kissed Nick gently. "Sure you could baby. Wanna go try?" Chris waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Nick laughed. "I thought you'd never ask."
faithette asked for Nick Carter and Nick Lachey. Nick sat at the club bar and nursed his Corona slowly. He picked at the paper label with his fingernail, ignoring the people around him. One glare had been enough to send the bartender to the other end of the bar. Even when someone slid onto the stool next to him, he still didn't look up.
"Wow, if looks could kill, your beer would be begging you to put it out of its misery. What happened?"
Nick finally looked up. "Nick - She's here," he said quietly.
Nick looked confused. "She -" he started. "Oh. Shit. What did she do now?" He reached over and rescued the beer and took a long drink off it, nearly draining the bottle.
Nick watched, fascinated, as the other man wrapped full lips around the opening and tilted his head back as he drank. Tried not to stare and failed miserably. "She said I suck at golf," he answered, then waited for the other man's sympathy.
What he got instead was a bright smile and cheerful laughter. "Nick, baby, you DO suck at golf."
Nick glared. "Carter..." he warned.
The other man suddenly turned serious. "I'm supposed to be helping, aren't I?" He waited while Nick nodded. "Right. Sorry. Anything I can do to help?"
Nick snatched his beer back and finished it. "You could not laugh at me," he grumbled. He looked up and faced him. "You done recording for the day?"
Nick nodded. "Yeah. Brian wasn't feeling well, so we closed up shop early."
Nick grabbed is hand and tugged. "Good. Come on."
Nick Carter followed obediently. "Where are we going?"
Nick Lachey didn't stop walking. "My place. You're going to make me feel better." And when the man behind him laughed, something inside let loose and he knew that's what would happen. It was going to be a good day after all.
call_me_loca wanted Brian and Justin discussing Nick and Lance's ... assets. Justin spun the ball between his fingers and chewed his lip. "I don't know, man. I still don't see it." He dribbled the ball a few feet, stopped and shot the ball. It swished through the net cleanly and bounced a couple of times before Brian caught it again.
Justin stared at the wooden bench at the edge of the basketball court and contemplated its two unsuspecting occupants. "Hey! Lance!" he eventually shouted. He waited until Lance looked up at him, one eyebrow raised in silent question. "Stand up and turn around - please?"
Lance's patient sigh could be heard all the way onto the basketball court as he complied.
"See?" Justin asked as though that settled everything.
Brian chuckled. "All right Nick, your turn."
Nick was a little more vocal in his protests, but after some hurried whispers from Lance, he stood. Brian faced Justin smugly. "Now do you see it?"
By the time he was done asking, Nick and Lance had joined them. "Do I even want to know what you two are up to?" Lance asked.
"Oh, we were just trying to decide which of you had a better ass," Brian answered.
Nick snatched the ball from Brian. "Oh that's easy."
"It is?" Justin, Brian and Lance asked together.
"Sure. Lance's."
Brian stole the ball back and got ready to shoot the ball. "And you would know this how?" he asked.
Nick waited until Brian was ready before answering. "Because I've had it." He laughed insanely when Brian overshot and the ball bounced off the corner of the backboard.
Hopefully the other 4 will go up tomorrow. :D
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Date: 2007-07-05 03:15 am (UTC)Nick Carter has a fine fine ass and noone should be made to choose between it and the equally delectible Bass Ass. :nods:
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Date: 2007-07-05 03:22 am (UTC)You should have seen me trying to keep track of it!!! Good grief! You would think it would be easy... but it was actually harder. Oy.
And why am I completely unsurprised that movie night at the Kirkpatrick household means PORNOGRAPHY??
*cackles*
What else would it mean? ;-)
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Date: 2007-07-05 03:08 pm (UTC)"Nick," Nick panted as Nick pushed inside him. "Nick!" Nick had never heard his name sound like that before, deep and throaty, except. Nick had his hand wrapped around his own cock as Nick moved inside him and he wasn't sure if Nick was calling his name in the throes of passion or if Nick was truly that fond of his own hand.
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Date: 2007-07-05 01:53 pm (UTC)LOL! I like the last one the best, I could totally see that conversation happening. ;)
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