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[ladyjanelly]

Life is crazy...working 45 hr weeks when i'm used to 20.  Trying to keep writing but all my characters want to be as sleepy as I am.  Which isnt a bad thing to write.  Once.  When they all want to be written that way, it becomes a problem. 

So on that note, here's a little more of the Sean/Martial-art-instructor universe.  Still no promises that it'll ever amount to anything.

 

RPS Sean/Karate-guy

Fiction! Every word of it!

Rating: Almost a G.  Again.  Sorry. 

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"Just how little sleep have you had this week?"

Sean startles up from the boneless sprawl he'd ended up in on Dave's couch. The wine in his glass sloshes, threatening to spill before Dave's large hands cover his, steadying him. He realizes in a shame-filled instant that he'd fallen asleep in the middle of a conversation and isn’t that a great way to make someone feel appreciated on a first date.

Dark eyes study him and he feels like Dave can see through the Preparation H that hides the bags under Sean's eyes and the Visine to get the red out, and the "find more energy by acting like you have energy" trick that has helped him make it through more hours of filming than he'd like to admit.

An eyebrow quirks and he realizes the question wasn’t rhetorical.

"Less than enough. Sorry I fell asleep on you." He won't make excuses, won't talk about shooting schedules, studio events, commute time and late-night forms practice. He sure won't blame the glass and a half of wine.

Dave chuckles. "Don't apologize. I'm glad you're comfortable enough to fall asleep here."

Sean swallows the last of the wine and sets the glass on the coffee table.

"Can we do this again sometime? I really was having a nice time before I lost consciousness."

"I'd like that." Dave takes the glasses into the kitchen. His home is all neutral colors and Asian-flavored minimalism, built over the bones of seventies architecture. Somehow it works.

Sean's still gathering the strength to stand up when Dave comes back to the couch.

"You know you're welcome to crash," Dave offers.

His eyes aren’t saying Hey baby, spend the night; it's more like Whoa, dude, you don't look so good.

Sean's not sure if he's comforted or offended.

"I really shouldn't impose..." The couch is tempting though, with its fluffy cushions wrapped in soft denim-textured fabric.

Dave gets a comforter and pillow out of a trunk.

"What time do you have to be up in the morning?" he asks, like Sean's staying is a foregone conclusion. And really, having someone else decide it for him makes it easier to do what he wants to do.

"Five."

That gets him another eyebrow, but no comment. Sean fumbles with the laces on his shoes until Dave crouches down and unties them for him.

He doesn’t remember lying down but the dryer-sheet freshness of the pillowcase is soothing and the comforter is cool and smooth when Dave lays it over him. Sean wonders, in a vague sort of way, where his shoes went.

For a man so broad and hard, Dave's kiss to Sean's temple is unbelievably gentle. Sleep is already claiming him, but he feels the man pause, and just inhale his scent. Somehow it makes it better to think that Dave wants him and still tucks him into bed, alone.

"Sleep tight, Sean." The whisper is soft and so close it stirs his hair. "I'll see you in the morning."

Comments

[kentucka]

having tired characters also ensures fluff. which is not a bad thing, either.

I'd kind of believed that you had given up on this pairing/story. Glad to see you didn't, and will continue to write it.

[ladyjanelly.livejournal.com]

They're my favorite PG couple. :) I've probably got a few little snippets in me still. There's just like--no destination. It's a road-trip sort of fic.

[kentucka]

I've done a drabble series once, and it was exactly this kind of feeling at first. I would have these snippets, just moments in time really, in my head. and at some point, during writing them down, I suddenly figured out where the whole thing was leading. what connected the drabbles, how they played together.
it was a strange and fun experience.

[goodtwin.livejournal.com]

Was thinking about you a few days ago, wondering where you were! ~hugs~

And this? It's so sweet, and domestic, and well-paced to get across that whole tired feeling. Love this pairing, and I'll definitely read more if/when you feel like writing it.* :) ~happysigh~



*no pressure though!!

[ladyjanelly.livejournal.com]

yeah, real life has eaten me. Ugh.

Glad it's as sweet to read as it is to write. Heh, I think Dave's going to be teaching Sean some things about patience. Dave's so mellow and Sean's wound so tight and pushes so hard. I think they have a cute dynamic.

I'm still working on LAYB. Ch 19 should be up in a day or two. Just waiting for the revisions to be looked over. I've got a beginning for the sequel to "Fucken Brilliant," but I need to be more awake so they don't fall asleep together before they do something sexy. :)

Have a great weekend,
-J.

[civilbloodshed.livejournal.com]

*wibbles incoherently* Fluffy sleepy time fluff! XD!

I understand work sucks sometimes, I do it too. *sigh* 45 hour days though, that's gotta suck some hella balls. *cuddles*

You know, I'm starting to disbelieve that disclaimer just a bit. There's got to be some basic fundamental truths there about Sean, even if he doesn't have a big gay crush on his martial arts instructor.

A sequel to "Fucken Brilliant," eh? Need to stay awake, eh? *rushes over to mail some caffeine pills*

[ladyjanelly.livejournal.com]

I think this has to be the fluffiest thing I've ever written. In a good way.

I dunno if I've captured any of the "real" Sean. From knowing that he's a busy actor (from his filmography) and the little bits about him being in martial arts, I've tried to create a believable character. Seems like it's working for you. :) As far as I know, everything that's not public knowledge is fiction.


I found Six Ways to Sunday at the used video store yesterday. yay! Only watched the first few minutes so far though. The movie is already fucked up, six minutes in.

[civilbloodshed.livejournal.com]

As far as I know, everything that's not public knowledge is fiction.M

Aye, and sometimes even public knowledge is fiction. Meh.


Six Ways to Sunday was the first movie I bought after BDS, and wow did I love Norman Reedus for it. It's so F'ed up, and yet you still like the guy. The Jewish mob and Adrian Brody are the best though.

[ladyjanelly.livejournal.com]

Six ways was like his first movie, right? The boy was amazing. And god, what a twisted little story.

I love the thing with the outlets and his mom having control over the light in his bedroom. That was such a cool way of /showing/ the way she kept power over him.

[prfctdaze.livejournal.com]

goodtwin and I were just chatting about you the other day, hoping everything was ok. Sorry to hear work's biting you in the ass.

I could eat this fic with a spoon. It really put a smile on my face. Hope you can continue :)


And may I say, I'm just chomping at the bit for a "Brother" update.

[ladyjanelly.livejournal.com]

Wow. It's all flattering and sweet and stuff that people wonder about me when I'm quiet.

The little Sean/Dave storyline is so--recreational. I've got a few more "glimpses" to write for it, so there will definitely be more. I just am not promising that the "more" will be any sort of actual story with a beginning, middle and end.

I'll post the next chapter of 'brother' this weekend. glad to know it's so eagerly anticipated.