comment_fic | Friday One Word

Looks like everybody had a good time with yesterday's spookie-doo. Sorry I wasn't around to kick things off, but thanks again to

idiosyncratic for filling in.

Today we're going to do something a little different. Well, sort of. I'm actually borrowing today's theme from one we had during the month of comment porn that inspired this community. And because a) I'm lazy, and b)

amara_m already explained it well, I'm just going to C&P her introduction to the theme.

So it was suggested that we have a day where prompts are just one word and the writer gets to chose the pairing. That day is today! Comment with your one word.

Writers, please preface your comment with the fandom and pairing you've chosen to write for that word.

This is a perfect opportunity to explore the multi-fandom aspect of this comm and to get your f-lists involved. And that, as I'm sure you know, leads to more comment!porn for everybody! *g*

If you want a little more focus or direction, don't forget about the lonely prompts just waiting for someone to write them.

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From:

meredevachon

It's like looking in a mirror, Chris thinks. Some crazy ass funhouse mirror that distorts reality and shows you things you never were.

Himself, but not. Short hair and thousand dollar suit, honey-slick tongue not spinning lies just now 'cause it's too busy licking and stroking the cock shoved past lips as full and wide as Chris' own. A cock that's just as familiar as those lips.

Himself, but not. Bare chest and broad shoulders even more ripped than Chris' when he knows he's got a shirtless scene coming up. Hands cradling the Lindsey's skull, callused and rough, but somehow Chris knows they're not from playing guitar. Only the scars are truly different, and Chris wants to study them, wants to touch and taste, wants to know.

And when Eliot turns to where Chris is watching from the doorway, the eyes that pin him in place even as they pull him forward are the same eyes he sees in the mirror each day. The voice, a whiskey-rough, sex-hoarse rasp he knows as well as his own name, when Lindsey pulls off Eliot's cock long enough to say, "Get your ass over here, cowboy," before sucking Eliot down again.

Crazy ass funhouse mirror or not, Chris just has to know.