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trinityofone) wrote2006-05-14 04:43 pm
trinityofone) wrote2006-05-14 04:43 pm
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First Monday ficlet, caps, poll
First Monday the show keeps getting worse and worse; Joe Flanigan's role in it, however, just gets better and better and better. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
siriaeve posted a review in screencaps of Julian Lodge's most recently posted antics; I adore John Sheppard, but The Flan has forever earned my devotion for giving the world this character as well. I love his pretentious little bowtied self! So does Siria, and as we have this—AND OUR HETEROSEXUALITY—in common, I wrote her some Julian!fic.
Julian Lodge Is Not Gay
Getting your dick sucked by a man didn’t make you gay. Julian knew this. A quick blowjob in an alley or in a dirty bathroom stall, fucking into an anonymous mouth while you closed your eyes and your fingers scrambled against the brick or the tile—that was just a way to relieve tension, reduce stress. It was worth it; anything that made him better at his job was worth it.
But it didn’t make him gay. Men were easier than women, that was all. They didn’t need to be romanced. The queers—the real ones, the ones on their knees—they sucked dick because they liked it. If you did the courteous thing—and that didn’t make you gay either, because it was just that, simple courtesy; if you did the courteous thing and jerked them off after, or let them rub off hard and fast against your thigh—well, that was all they needed to make them happy.
And Julian himself was happy enough with the whole arrangement. After all, a mouth was a mouth, and in the course of his work he’d gotten his hands dirty with far fouler things. What was another man’s come, splattering across the legs of the pair of trousers that just that morning he’d had carefully pressed? Or his quick, clever hands (he’d gotten where he was, head clerk, because he had always been the most efficient) quick and clever to another purpose, moving slickly up the shaft. Or a mouth on his neck, starched shirt collar shoved carelessly aside, licking and sucking and biting at the hollow of his throat. The scrape of stubble against the inside of his thigh.
It didn’t make him gay.
(Not like—not like that one time, drunk, head spinning. He’d taken the man back to his apartment and sunk to his knees on the hardwood floor, just inside the front door. He could remember gripping the man’s strong thighs and mouthing his cock through the fabric of his pants. He’d wanted— and then he’d had it, free of all restraint, kissing up the side from hilt to tip, then sucking it slowly into his mouth, nearly sobbing from relief and rock hard, dick straining against his fly, thrusting his hips in time with those of the man whose cock he was sucking—oh God, the cock he was sucking—and it was so good, so good; and thank God the man came, came right in Julian’s mouth, and he swallowed it all down, thank God: because otherwise Julian might have asked him to fuck him.)
It wasn’t like that. Julian wasn’t...like that.
His back ached from standing straight all day.
There needs to be more fic about Julian! For example, I want to write the story where he opens up about his gayness a bit and goes to work for the Log Cabin Republicans and is mostly very disheartened and discouraged, except for when he's having sex with his hot boyfriendwho looks like David Hewlett. Um, and eventually he gives it up and becomes a Democrat, because this story is a fantasy, okay? A fantasy with bowties. Work with me here. But! Who should Julian's hot sex-giving boyfriend be?
[Poll #728623]
ETA: OMG!notpoetry wrote me Julian/Josh! My life is joyful now! *happy sigh*
siriaeve posted a review in screencaps of Julian Lodge's most recently posted antics; I adore John Sheppard, but The Flan has forever earned my devotion for giving the world this character as well. I love his pretentious little bowtied self! So does Siria, and as we have this—AND OUR HETEROSEXUALITY—in common, I wrote her some Julian!fic.Julian Lodge Is Not Gay
Getting your dick sucked by a man didn’t make you gay. Julian knew this. A quick blowjob in an alley or in a dirty bathroom stall, fucking into an anonymous mouth while you closed your eyes and your fingers scrambled against the brick or the tile—that was just a way to relieve tension, reduce stress. It was worth it; anything that made him better at his job was worth it.
But it didn’t make him gay. Men were easier than women, that was all. They didn’t need to be romanced. The queers—the real ones, the ones on their knees—they sucked dick because they liked it. If you did the courteous thing—and that didn’t make you gay either, because it was just that, simple courtesy; if you did the courteous thing and jerked them off after, or let them rub off hard and fast against your thigh—well, that was all they needed to make them happy.
And Julian himself was happy enough with the whole arrangement. After all, a mouth was a mouth, and in the course of his work he’d gotten his hands dirty with far fouler things. What was another man’s come, splattering across the legs of the pair of trousers that just that morning he’d had carefully pressed? Or his quick, clever hands (he’d gotten where he was, head clerk, because he had always been the most efficient) quick and clever to another purpose, moving slickly up the shaft. Or a mouth on his neck, starched shirt collar shoved carelessly aside, licking and sucking and biting at the hollow of his throat. The scrape of stubble against the inside of his thigh.
It didn’t make him gay.
(Not like—not like that one time, drunk, head spinning. He’d taken the man back to his apartment and sunk to his knees on the hardwood floor, just inside the front door. He could remember gripping the man’s strong thighs and mouthing his cock through the fabric of his pants. He’d wanted— and then he’d had it, free of all restraint, kissing up the side from hilt to tip, then sucking it slowly into his mouth, nearly sobbing from relief and rock hard, dick straining against his fly, thrusting his hips in time with those of the man whose cock he was sucking—oh God, the cock he was sucking—and it was so good, so good; and thank God the man came, came right in Julian’s mouth, and he swallowed it all down, thank God: because otherwise Julian might have asked him to fuck him.)
It wasn’t like that. Julian wasn’t...like that.
His back ached from standing straight all day.
There needs to be more fic about Julian! For example, I want to write the story where he opens up about his gayness a bit and goes to work for the Log Cabin Republicans and is mostly very disheartened and discouraged, except for when he's having sex with his hot boyfriend
[Poll #728623]
ETA: OMG!
notpoetry wrote me Julian/Josh! My life is joyful now! *happy sigh*
this is all your fault, pt 6/7
And the vaguely-familiar male someone says, "Who the hell is this?" and Josh slams his hand to his forehead and grits out, "I'm going to kill both of you, and then myself, and then maybe that'll be the lead news story instead of another fucking congressional scandal," and Julian introduces himself because he figures it's all shot to hell anyway, and finds out that the male someone is named Sam, and then it clicks in Julian's head that he picked this guy up once, two years ago or more, while he was still clerking, and he sees Sam's head jerk back and his eyes widen the instant he realizes it, but he thankfully stays silent. And Josh is yanking out his hair and trying to tie his shoes at the same time, and then Sam drives Josh and Julian out to the Hill in what is the most uncomfortable car ride of Julian's life.
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There's a long pause, and then Josh says, "Ah, no, but the part where you outed me to my best friend, that part will remain with me forever."
"At least you'll never forget me," Julian says, and Josh laughs, and Julian hangs up and goes back to work.
And about a month later he's at a fundraising shindig and meets a nice gentleman in a tuxedo, who shakes his hand and introduces himself as David, an actor, and would Julian maybe like to donate some money to Doctors Without Borders, and twenty minutes later Julian is blowing David in the men's room.
And Sam jumped Josh about two days later, when nine Republican congressmen simultaneously announced their resignations after being implicated in a bribe-taking scandal.
David and Julian moved to Canada, where Julian opened a pro-bono law practice and started writing a novel, and Sam and Josh had pretty good lives too, though not nearly as far north.
And they all lived happily ever after.)
WHY AM I ALWAYS DOING THIS IN YOUR JOURNAL, JEEZ. I'd blame you, but really, it's all my fault. Thanks for being so crack-tastically inspirational. Hee.
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You should totally post this to
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I might post it to sga_6degrees. I'm currently beating my kink/cliche challenge with a two-by-four, so maybe that'll be my reward for, you know, writing something I'm supposed to as opposed to CRACK FIC THAT IS ALL TRIN'S FAULT. <3 <3 I say it with love, but you are some kind of crack dealer, that is all I am saying.
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Seriously, how are you so awesome? That's just... perfect. Gah.
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I loved this Josh and the way he contantly misjudged Julian and if there's anything wrong with the fic it's that we didn't get the sex and the Sam discovery scene in all its gory details...but I'm so happy with what you did give us!
Thank you so much!!!
And thank you, Trin, for giving us denial!julian and encouraging great Xover pairings!!!!!
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