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17 November 2007 @ 06:38 pm
Chapter 1 of "The Hitcher"  
Hey remember that bad fic experiment I was trying? Where I would write for just one half hour a day and post it no matter what? And then I had the whole 'oh fuck - my laptop is going bye-bye and now I'm waiting for my new one in the mail.' Well, now that I have the laptop (which I adore), I'm continuing with it.

So here's the next chapter. This does not mean that I have abandoned Justin's Baby. I am working on that now that I can.

Also, my entry for the Justin!Love challenge was posted today over at qaf_challenges on insane journal. I can't give you the link to my story as the stories are still anon, but I will post it on my journal in about 5 days when the writers are revealed. But if you're looking for stuff to read, go here.

So it appears mine is doing pretty well so that's cool.

Title: The Hitcher
Chapter: Chapter 1
Pairing: Brian/Justin; some mild, not really there Justin/Ethan - in fact, they don't have sex...at all.
Genre: Badfic/Horror/Suspense
Rating: S for stupid
Summary: You've seen the movie. Come on. You haven't? Okay. Justin picks up more than he can handle (and I don't mean a raging case of herpes) when he picks up a hitchhiker. Chaos ensues.

Disclaimer: This is so not true. I mean, seriously, Justin as a gear head?










"Fuck Justin...could you keep the speed in the double digit range please?!" Ethan exclaimed.

"You're kidding me," Justin said as he turned to face his companion. "This is a 1970 Chevy Chevelle SS with a 454 engine...with 4 on the floor and a fucking cowl induction hood. This is what other muscle cars dream of being. If I'm doing anything less than a hundred and it feels like we're crawling.""

"Yeah, well, I feel like I'm crawling...crawling outta my skin," Ethan grumbled. "I don't get it Justin!" Ethan said as he turned to face him. "How is it I managed to find the one gay man who's a complete and utter gear head! You're an artist! You should be going to gallery openings, talking about foreign movies..."

"And I do like gallery openings and foreign movies. I just like to make sure I get to those places as fast as possible," Justin finished with his trademark shit eating grin.

"You're hopeless! And why the fuck did I let you talk me into this stupid road trip through Deliverance territory on spring break?" Just as Ethan said that, he passed a sign that read YOU ARE NOW ENTERING SOUTH CAROLINA.

"I thought it would be fun to go somewhere warm for a change. Don't worry," Justin said as he turned to look at Ethan. "I'm sure they'll have something cultural for us to do there."

"What? What?" Ethan yelled. "I can't hear you over the 54 engine block that's rumbling through the floorboards."

Justin chuckled. "You're the one that's hopeless and it's 454. I suppose you would be happy if I sold this car and got a minivan. One that could take you and your musician friends and all their instruments, yeah?"

"Would you do that for me?" Ethan smiled.

"Yeah sure. Oh and then I could donate all my vital organs to the local hospital. Separating me from this car would be like...like cutting off my dick," Justin said, waving his hand for emphasis.

"Harsh," Ethan chuckled. "What is it with you and this car? I mean, I know you and your dad worked on it together but seriously."

"Seriously?" Justin asked and then mulled Ethan's question around. "It's not just a car. It's not just a machine. It's more than that. I can't put it into words. It's just so...so visceral. It's real. It's in your fucking face, ya know. If it were human, this car would be the alpha male's male. It would fuck you through the floor boards while you were screaming for more," Justin finished while gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly.

"Justin, are you fucking the car?" Ethan asked, a smile tugging at the sides of his mouth.

Justin looked over at Ethan and then both men laughed.

"Technically speaking, if I were involved with the car, it would be fucking me," Justin said as he turned to look at Ethan and both men laughed again.

"Fuck Justin! Watch out!" Ethan yelled.

"Shit!!!!"

Justin slammed on the clutch at the same time as the brake, turning the wheel to the left and skidding to a stop, narrowly missing the man who had been standing in the middle of the road.



TBC



Feedback would be cool - like a Chevy Chevelle Supersport
 
 
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Maria: Justin condomslave_o_spike on November 21st, 2007 02:17 am (UTC)
It seemed like a Justin thing to say. LOL!

And I didn't stop there! You!!!

Thank you!