More Plotsploration
Nov. 18th, 2003 10:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sisabetSo I fell asleep tonight eating Chinese food. I mean, I was still eating, the plate was on the coffee table and I fell asleep. I wake up to find the dog has eaten all of my shrimp fried rice. Well, almost all of the rice. He spit out each of the shrimps in the floor beside the couch. And that makes me wonder, what was wrong with those shrimps? Does Sid just not enjoy the shellfish? Or was it these particular shrimps? Maybe he is a seafood snob, especially since I seem to remember him being all up in my face whenever I had crawfish when we lived in New Orleans.
Anyhoo, Dawn read over what I had written in the plotsploration and declared it not lame, but I think it is. But I want to finish up day one at least and this does that. So, um - here it is. I should get my ennui removed.
One Week 4/?
Saturday: Day One Continued.
Getting ready for Babylon takes about an hour more than it would have normally. Brian insists on following Michael into the shower, grumbling that Michael is liable to wash his face with soap instead of cleanser if left unattended.
“I’m not some fucking four year old, leave me the hell alone, Brian!”
Brian is leaning into the shower, extolling the virtues of exfoliation when Michael finally throws the loofah at him.
“Don’t be such a fucking prick, I know you. Hell, you’d probably use that shit, “ Brian motions to a green bottle, “that Justin left over here if I’d let you.”
“Well,” Michael says with a grin, “it is shampoo and conditioner in one. One bottle Brian!”
“Fucker.” Brian smiles
“Asshole.”
“Cunt-Bastard.”
The warm and cuddly moment is interrupted at this point as Brian realizes that he is itching and has been for sometime.
“Christ, Mikey. Don’t you ever moisturize?”
“Hey, I’m busy – there is work, there is Hunter, and Ben and you. I’m lucky to have twenty minutes to myself in the mornings to get ready.”
“Such is the life of the put-upon housewife.” Brian studies Michael’s body critically in the mirror. “It is no excuse to let yourself go…”
“I’m not,” Michael wraps a towel around himself as he exits the shower, “a house…Hey! I am not letting myself go.” He goes to stand next to Brian in the mirror. “Do you think I’m letting myself go?” he asks a little more worriedly.
Brian just stares at himself in the mirror and then Michael. He raises his hand and watches, fascinated.
Michael takes this opportunity to broach a subject that they have not discussed. “Brian….I don’t think, I mean , I’m in a relationship and my body may not mean anything to you, but it means something to Ben and there are issues of boundaries and respect and justifications and…”
“Jesus Christ, what in the hell are you talking about?”
“Don’t trick with my body.” Michael turns and stares at Brian.
Brian looks back in the mirror and shrugs, letting the subject drop, but then making the point that if he does this for Michael, then Michael sure as hell better be prepared to keep up with Brian’s workout schedule, especially since this was a week Brian had planned on really making a push.
“Wind sprints, Mikey. Wind sprints, “ Brian intones ominously.
Michael really doesn’t seem to notice that Brian agrees to go along with Michael’s ban on his body tricking without much of a fuss. However, I am not here to delve into Michael’s motivations, hopes, or fears; that is for the reader to infer. I will point out that perhaps the very fact that Michael brought up the subject at all, shows great insight into confidence issues that Brian may not be comfortable addressing. But again, that is for the reader to infer. Or, rather watcher, since this is merely an episode arc that I am describing and not, in fact, a fic.
So as these things usually go, hours later, our daring duo finds themselves in familiar surroundings, leaning against the bar at Babylon.
Brian is getting nervous as both he and Michael eye the entrance to the back room.
“Shit, maybe you should go and splash some water on your face and just act really fucked up.”
“Brian, shut up, I’ll be fine.”
“Just go in there and lean against the wall and let someone blow you. Make sure you reject someone first.”
“I have been in the back room before.”
“Not in my body, you haven’t.”
“Jesus,” Michael drains his beer and moves away from the bar, Brian follows. “What the fuck? Brian you are not coming with me.” Brian stares at Michael and then turns back to the bar and orders another drink. “And try being nicer to the bartender. You aren’t you right now, remember?” And with that Michael turns and strides into the back room as if he owns the place.
Brian doesn’t move from the bar the entire time and eventually Michael comes and finds him and he seems high, as if he took something, but maybe that is just the excitement coming off him in waves and he wants to dance and Brian is reluctant, but Michael pulls him out onto the floor and it is just wrong and he can’t relax and Michael is humming in his ear and then Brian is moving for the door, Michael protesting and following him and yeah, that feels right.
Michael will not shut the fuck up in the car.
“It was awesome, the place just parted and yeah – I’ve seen it like that, but I’ve never experienced it, y’know? So the first guy’s technique was for shit so I pushed him off and yelled out, ‘Next!’ and I saw you do that like a long time ago and it was so fucking cool.”
Brian kind of grunts, it could be interpreted as a laugh. He concentrates very intently on making the upcoming left turn at the light.
Michael calms down a bit and leans against his seat. “It wasn’t what I thought it would be.”
”Well, things rarely are, Mikey.”
“It’s just,” Michael looks out the window at the passing store fronts, “I thought being you, that everything would have to be just even more intense, and it wasn’t.”
Brian finally drags his attention away from the road and fixes Michael with a glare.
“It was great, I mean, it was…it’s just, well, I’ve had better orgasms.”
Brian looks back at the road, shaking his head.
“You didn’t do it right, then.”
“Brian, I know how to get my dick sucked, so it wasn’t that. I think you have reduced sensation or something. It was fine, it just wasn’t what I expected. It was like a sneeze.”
Brian has to pull the car over at this point. He takes his time with what he says next. “You are comparing coming in my body to sneezing? The problem is obviously not me, it is you.”
“No, Brian, listen to me. It was like a sneeze, there was a build up of pressure and then a release, but it was really, I don’t know, muted. I felt it in my – well your balls, but I didn’t see stars or really get off on it. Is that why you have to fuck all the time?” Michael is honestly concerned.
“I can’t listen to this,” Brian says to himself as he pulls away from the curb, “Mikey, if you are unable to allow my body to come as nature intended it, than I can’t help you.”
“I came, Brian and I don’t think you understand what I am saying.”
”I understand just fine. And I suppose, like everything else, I am just going to have to take charge of this situation as well. Christ,” He shakes his head and gives Michael a rueful look, “fucking up a blowjob. Christ.”
End Credits:
It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said "I'm angry"
Five days since you laughed at me saying
"Get that together come back and see me"
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry
ETA: the end credits
Anyhoo, Dawn read over what I had written in the plotsploration and declared it not lame, but I think it is. But I want to finish up day one at least and this does that. So, um - here it is. I should get my ennui removed.
One Week 4/?
Saturday: Day One Continued.
Getting ready for Babylon takes about an hour more than it would have normally. Brian insists on following Michael into the shower, grumbling that Michael is liable to wash his face with soap instead of cleanser if left unattended.
“I’m not some fucking four year old, leave me the hell alone, Brian!”
Brian is leaning into the shower, extolling the virtues of exfoliation when Michael finally throws the loofah at him.
“Don’t be such a fucking prick, I know you. Hell, you’d probably use that shit, “ Brian motions to a green bottle, “that Justin left over here if I’d let you.”
“Well,” Michael says with a grin, “it is shampoo and conditioner in one. One bottle Brian!”
“Fucker.” Brian smiles
“Asshole.”
“Cunt-Bastard.”
The warm and cuddly moment is interrupted at this point as Brian realizes that he is itching and has been for sometime.
“Christ, Mikey. Don’t you ever moisturize?”
“Hey, I’m busy – there is work, there is Hunter, and Ben and you. I’m lucky to have twenty minutes to myself in the mornings to get ready.”
“Such is the life of the put-upon housewife.” Brian studies Michael’s body critically in the mirror. “It is no excuse to let yourself go…”
“I’m not,” Michael wraps a towel around himself as he exits the shower, “a house…Hey! I am not letting myself go.” He goes to stand next to Brian in the mirror. “Do you think I’m letting myself go?” he asks a little more worriedly.
Brian just stares at himself in the mirror and then Michael. He raises his hand and watches, fascinated.
Michael takes this opportunity to broach a subject that they have not discussed. “Brian….I don’t think, I mean , I’m in a relationship and my body may not mean anything to you, but it means something to Ben and there are issues of boundaries and respect and justifications and…”
“Jesus Christ, what in the hell are you talking about?”
“Don’t trick with my body.” Michael turns and stares at Brian.
Brian looks back in the mirror and shrugs, letting the subject drop, but then making the point that if he does this for Michael, then Michael sure as hell better be prepared to keep up with Brian’s workout schedule, especially since this was a week Brian had planned on really making a push.
“Wind sprints, Mikey. Wind sprints, “ Brian intones ominously.
Michael really doesn’t seem to notice that Brian agrees to go along with Michael’s ban on his body tricking without much of a fuss. However, I am not here to delve into Michael’s motivations, hopes, or fears; that is for the reader to infer. I will point out that perhaps the very fact that Michael brought up the subject at all, shows great insight into confidence issues that Brian may not be comfortable addressing. But again, that is for the reader to infer. Or, rather watcher, since this is merely an episode arc that I am describing and not, in fact, a fic.
So as these things usually go, hours later, our daring duo finds themselves in familiar surroundings, leaning against the bar at Babylon.
Brian is getting nervous as both he and Michael eye the entrance to the back room.
“Shit, maybe you should go and splash some water on your face and just act really fucked up.”
“Brian, shut up, I’ll be fine.”
“Just go in there and lean against the wall and let someone blow you. Make sure you reject someone first.”
“I have been in the back room before.”
“Not in my body, you haven’t.”
“Jesus,” Michael drains his beer and moves away from the bar, Brian follows. “What the fuck? Brian you are not coming with me.” Brian stares at Michael and then turns back to the bar and orders another drink. “And try being nicer to the bartender. You aren’t you right now, remember?” And with that Michael turns and strides into the back room as if he owns the place.
Brian doesn’t move from the bar the entire time and eventually Michael comes and finds him and he seems high, as if he took something, but maybe that is just the excitement coming off him in waves and he wants to dance and Brian is reluctant, but Michael pulls him out onto the floor and it is just wrong and he can’t relax and Michael is humming in his ear and then Brian is moving for the door, Michael protesting and following him and yeah, that feels right.
Michael will not shut the fuck up in the car.
“It was awesome, the place just parted and yeah – I’ve seen it like that, but I’ve never experienced it, y’know? So the first guy’s technique was for shit so I pushed him off and yelled out, ‘Next!’ and I saw you do that like a long time ago and it was so fucking cool.”
Brian kind of grunts, it could be interpreted as a laugh. He concentrates very intently on making the upcoming left turn at the light.
Michael calms down a bit and leans against his seat. “It wasn’t what I thought it would be.”
”Well, things rarely are, Mikey.”
“It’s just,” Michael looks out the window at the passing store fronts, “I thought being you, that everything would have to be just even more intense, and it wasn’t.”
Brian finally drags his attention away from the road and fixes Michael with a glare.
“It was great, I mean, it was…it’s just, well, I’ve had better orgasms.”
Brian looks back at the road, shaking his head.
“You didn’t do it right, then.”
“Brian, I know how to get my dick sucked, so it wasn’t that. I think you have reduced sensation or something. It was fine, it just wasn’t what I expected. It was like a sneeze.”
Brian has to pull the car over at this point. He takes his time with what he says next. “You are comparing coming in my body to sneezing? The problem is obviously not me, it is you.”
“No, Brian, listen to me. It was like a sneeze, there was a build up of pressure and then a release, but it was really, I don’t know, muted. I felt it in my – well your balls, but I didn’t see stars or really get off on it. Is that why you have to fuck all the time?” Michael is honestly concerned.
“I can’t listen to this,” Brian says to himself as he pulls away from the curb, “Mikey, if you are unable to allow my body to come as nature intended it, than I can’t help you.”
“I came, Brian and I don’t think you understand what I am saying.”
”I understand just fine. And I suppose, like everything else, I am just going to have to take charge of this situation as well. Christ,” He shakes his head and gives Michael a rueful look, “fucking up a blowjob. Christ.”
End Credits:
It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said "I'm angry"
Five days since you laughed at me saying
"Get that together come back and see me"
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry
ETA: the end credits
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Date: 2003-11-18 08:53 pm (UTC)IT'S BECAUSE BRIAN IS ONLY HAPPY HAVING HOT MONKEY LOVE WITH JUSTIN!
Ahem. Sorry.
I was feeling very glum and oh, this cheered me up immensely. My tiny shipper heart pounds with glee.
“Shit, maybe you should go and splash some water on your face and just act really fucked up.”
*laughs and dies*
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Date: 2003-11-18 09:42 pm (UTC)Ahahaha, that's totally what I was thinking. Brian's busted.
Well, either that or his nerve endings are dulled from excessive drug use. Either way, this rules.
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Date: 2003-11-18 10:26 pm (UTC)*whistles*
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Date: 2003-11-18 10:47 pm (UTC)Sorry, you did say that this was merely an episode arc being described, so I'm allowed to speculate as much as my sick and twisted soul demands.
And I *love* the asides to the watcher/reader. Those crack me up every time. I miss the commercial breaks, though.
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Date: 2003-11-18 11:36 pm (UTC)Well that was the end of an episode. I should really go up there and add credits. If it ever becomes more fic-like I probably will.
Oh, god, either Brian is going to try to blow his own body, or he's gonna say Justin should do it. SQUICK!
Well....*whistles*
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Date: 2003-11-18 08:54 pm (UTC)I will point out that perhaps the very fact that Michael brought up the subject at all, shows great insight into confidence issues that Brian may not be comfortable addressing.
That's just classic, right there.
It is brilliant, and hysterical, so stop worrying and start not writing again.
::notices there is a lot of non-writing going around Austria these days::
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Date: 2003-11-18 11:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-18 09:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-18 09:21 pm (UTC)So part one is here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/sisabet/84831.html
Part two is here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/sisabet/85188.html
Part three here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/sisabet/86932.html
I'm so confused.
You and me both. I'm considering writing a QaF/Nightmare on Elm Street Crossover.
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Date: 2003-11-18 09:42 pm (UTC)*giggling hysterically*
Your non-story is cracking me up. Please don't stop not writing it! (er...well you know what I mean)
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Date: 2003-11-18 11:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-18 09:51 pm (UTC)*wheeeeeeze* Oh, you are evil evil evil. Reduced sensation! Fucking up a blow job!
“Wind sprints, Mikey. Wind sprints, “ Brian intones ominously.
*pounds the desk*
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Date: 2003-11-18 11:37 pm (UTC)I haven't even killed Justin, yet.
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Date: 2003-11-19 01:12 am (UTC)Also: eeeeeee.
I love this not-fic.
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Date: 2003-11-19 06:58 am (UTC)Well that, and Dawn was once doing somersaults in our parent's bedroom and I was sitting on the edge of Mom's bed watching her and I was probably 6 or 7 and her legs came up from the tumble and kicked me in the stomach, and it knocked the wind out of me and it felt like an eternity that I just sat there hic'ing and Dawn really got freakd out cause I wasn't crying like I normally would have - I was just trying to breathe and she so did not want our Mom to find me like that and she just kept saying, "Sorry, sorry, sorry, you're okay, you're okay," over and over and that scared me cause she was never ever nice to me. Ever. So I became convinced I was dying and I would have really started crying except I couldn't breathe and well, um. Obviously the experience made an impression on me. I wanted to share with Justin.
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Date: 2003-11-19 07:08 am (UTC)The bonus being, of course, that now Justin will start having dreams where instead of Chris Hobbes wielding a bat in a darkened parking garage, Brian is looming over him wearing black, steel-toed boot and laughing maniacally.
Poor, poor Justin. Even in googy Freaky Friday Land there's room for him to be traumatized.
Love him.
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Date: 2003-11-19 07:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-19 08:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-19 09:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-20 04:02 am (UTC)And dogs, yeh, dogs are fun...what they eat, what they roll in, really, if they're spitting it out - probably fit for human consumption.
Cheers!
Ann
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Date: 2003-11-20 08:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-26 12:46 am (UTC)::damn, I hate those hiatuses::
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Date: 2004-01-26 05:33 am (UTC)