sparkysparky | Pic Spam: 3 for 1 (Adam Brody, Seth Cohen, Terry Boot)

You're viewing

sparkysparky's journal
Create a Dreamwidth Account Learn More

Reload page in style: site light

sparkysparky

For

kendas who posted beautiful Sam Anderson pics the other day, and requested that I do the same for Adam Brody. And since Adam has 3 personalities in my head, here is a 3 for 1 pic spam. These are just a FEW of the HUNDREDS i have on my harddrive, but as they're all uncategorized and I'm lazy I took the first few that popped up.

First up, the man Himself

And now everyone's favorite geek, Seth Cohen

And finally, the character that has stolen all my Muses for the past year.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

kendas.livejournal.com

I love you!!! And please do not be looking at the time I am posting this. Damn he's just too adorable and I fear you know me too well, or have an uncanny insight to post both the dog pic and the guitar pic because they just totally make me melt. Blaise is very happy right now :P If a little lonely.

From:

sparkysparky.livejournal.com

Terry: *climbs into Blaise's lap to make him unlonely*

Me: WHAT are you doing awake at this hour my love?! Silly girl!

From:

kendas.livejournal.com

It’s not that Blaise has missed him. Missing someone suggests an attachment to them. A need for them. He’s never wanted that. Has studiously made sure that he never lets anyone close enough for the possibility of that. His mother made the dangers of attachment and need very clear in everything she ever did. Every step father she brought home. Every look she turned his way.

Or at least he always did before.

He’s still not quite sure how Terry got around his defences. Terry was just supposed to be a bit of fun. A connection and someone to pass the time. Convenient isn’t the word, but it’s the first one that springs to mind. Terry was suitable. A sensible opportunity.

Except...

Blaise bites into the dip between shoulder and neck. Sucks a bruise into pale skin and lifts Terry’s legs to wrap around his waist. His eyes slip closed and he fights the need for closer, more.

Except somehow things have changed.

It wasn’t supposed to last this long. He hadn’t seen an interest in the wizard surviving past Christmas. But then... It’s not just about the thing with Theo.

Blaise pulls back. Watches as Terry’s head arches back, almost hits the wall he’s braced against. But the crack doesn’t come. Blaise’s hand snaps up between, cradles and cushions the blow so that all that escapes into the room is the keening sound Terry makes as their cocks slide against each other through the thick woollen fabric of their trousers.

Blaise’s stomach tightens, something curling tight and uncomfortably familiar in his chest. Something Blaise remembers from when he was six and stood in the kitchen of the house in Prague whilst he watched the unusual sight of his mother preparing a drink.

“Missed you,” Terry murmurs, voice thick, words slow and tangled as he presses them to Blaise’s mouth and licks inside. And Blaise can’t help but kiss back. Press in hard, hands tight on Terry’s hip, in his hair, tongue curling around Terry’s and stealing control of the kiss back. He’s never felt so scared.

He feels fucking terrified.

The worst thing is, the thing Blaise thinks should really make him pause and pull back from this – cut Terry loose – there’s these two words stuck in his throat. And it’s not like he’s close to saying them. Not like he thinks that might slip out with another roll of hips or lick of a tongue. But they’re there and Blaise actually means them. And Blaise never anticipated this. It’s just not an eventuality he prepared for.

Still, he doesn’t let go. Doesn’t step away and let Terry slide to the floor. Put space between them like he should. Like he needs to. Instead, he presses closer. Sucks the breath out of Terry’s lungs, so close he can feel the blood pumping through Terry’s heart and replies, “Yeah. Yeah, I know.”