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[pensnest]

Bun and I went to Norwich today to have a(nother) look at UEA. I am getting to know the place quite well, what with one thing and another. The usual mini-tour of the campus, then lunch, during which she chatted happily to one of the faculty members and asked intelligent questions about how the course is run (as she said afterwards, it's so much easier to ask about things you need to know, and to understand the answers (!) when you have already spent some time at university, whereas as an A-Level student, you have no clue). She had a brief interview, which she thought went well. Fingers crossed for an offer, which would make all our lives *much* easier than sending her off to Leicester or Surrey.

Belted home in about two hours, not bad, though the wind was fierce! Prius gets blown about all over the place, quite different from driving the tank-like Volvo estate. Ah well.


Three ficlets, already posted to fic_requests, just 'filing' them here for convenience.


One
Lance stared at the television. He could not quite believe what he was seeing. He'd been there, he'd seen it in person, but that had been Joey *acting*. Dancing, sure, but in character, as a Zorro-type, or a seducer, or whatever, but Joey in costume, doing a routine.

Now, now that Dancing with the Stars was done—and Joey had been robbed, robbed, it was outrageous after that incredible Jive—here was Joey, and Kym, of course, in ordinary clothes, on a talk show, Joey dancing in a black polo shirt and jeans, and maybe he'd been hot in that Paso, but this, this was incendiary.

Lance stared at the television, and tried not to drool.

A hand landed on his shoulder, and a voice murmured against his ear. "Our offer is still open, you know."

"Kelly!" He'd been trying, very hard, not to think about that. He shouldn't, he really shouldn't. They couldn't possibly have meant it.

"He looks fantastic, doesn't he?" Kelly smiled wickedly. "He's in incredibly good shape, you know. He's so flexible now..." and Lance had a shameful, forbidden mental image of Joey grinning up at him with his ankles up to his shoulders. "And so much stamina. He could make us both very happy."

"I, I—" What was he to say? That he'd never recognized, never allowed himself to realize, that his best friend was totally hot? That he hadn't known it could be such a turn-on to see him dancing like this? That he really, really, wanted to take them up on their offer?

"He wants you, too. He thinks you're sexy," Kelly told him. "And we both trust you. He's always liked it when I use my fingers. He wants to try it, with you. And I want to watch. I want to be there and touch you both, kiss you, watch you fuck my husband and see how much it turns him on. Will you do that with us, Lance? When he gets back from New York, will you do that?"

"God, Kelly," Lance gasped, as Joey and Kym finished their dance and made way for the next couple. "Yes. Yes."


Two
AJ really, really liked it here.

Here, in general, and here in particular, in a booth with Heike right next to him, and Brian and Nick looking envious. Heike was blonde and creamy and gorgeous, and who needed a common language anyway?

Still, AJ had picked up a few things. He lent towards her, looked right into her big blue eyes and said, "Gib mir ein Kissen." He wasn't quite sure about the grammar, because German was a bitch that way, but the message was clear enough.

Heike's blue eyes iced over, she reached behind her for one of the skinny leather cushions, and swung it round right into AJ's face. By the time he'd stopped blinking, she was gone. Brian and Nick took a while longer to stop laughing, though.

Huh.

Oh well, plenty more girls.


By the end of the evening he was baffled, and a bit sore. What was with German girls, anyway? They'd smile at him and giggle and be all kinds of eager to slide in next to him, but ask for one little kiss and they went psycho.

"On your own tonight, Bone?" Howie asked as they rode up in the elevator.

"Eh," said AJ, and explained that the girls here were weird. He'd done better before, when he hadn't even tried to talk to them.

"Hmm," Howie said, as they walked along the corridor to their room. "AJ, have you ever heard of 'false friends'?"

"Huh?" Brian and Nick, maybe? They'd thought the whole situation was hilarious. But he had a feeling that wasn't what Howie meant.

"Yeah. You were asking the girls to give you a cushion. What you needed to ask them for was a cushion."

"Wait? What?"

"K-ü-s-s-c-h-e-n," said Howie. "Gib mir ein Küsschen. Give me a kiss."

AJ looked at Howie, and thought about it. Well, he could do worse.


Three (Not related to previous ficlet)
Later that night, or possibly, early the following morning, he wasn't sure, AJ staggered into Nick's tiny bathroom. He batted hopefully along the wall by the door, but couldn't find the light pull. Never mind. He could detect porcelain by feel and—what the hell were *those*?

Four glowy blobs, on what must be the glass shelf above the sink. A pinkish one, a bluish, a greenish, and something that was trying to be purple. AJ squinted at them as he washed his hands and groin, and when he was dried, picked up the pinkish one for closer inspection.

It was a rubber duck.

"Dude," he said, waving the glowing blob as he went back to the bedroom. Somewhere in the darkness was a bed with naked Nick sprawled on it, and after the refreshment of cold water on his sensitive bits, AJ was ready to be awake a while longer. "You have rubber ducks. Glowy ones."

"My kid sister gave them to me." Good, he wasn't asleep. "I like having things to play with in the bath."

"Yeah, but. You only have a shower." AJ clambered into bed, and settled the duck on Nick's chest.

"Maybe I could use your bath?"

"Oh. Okay." AJ considered. "Only if I get to watch."

"Better than that. You can join in. Of course, if I have you to play with, I won't actually need my rubber ducks."

"That's true. Also, I'm more adaptable. You can play with me in the shower, too."

Nick made a noise like a satiated piglet. The glowing duck curved through the air and onto the bedside locker, and Nick hauled AJ close. "Tomorrow," he said.

Comments

[silencegrenade.livejournal.com]

Eeep! I live in Naaarrrwich.
What did you think of the concrete jungle that is UEA?
I used to work there, beware the Post Office staff!! They ain't nice.

[quiet000001.livejournal.com]

I am not sure what tyres they ship with in the UK, but I know in the US the factory default tyres are pretty crappy. (As we have discovered trying to drive around this winter.)

Obviously, some element is just down to car shape+weight when it comes to the car being blown around, but you may find you prefer the handling if you investigate upgrading the tyres. :)

(I know there are specific brands recommended so as to not cut down the fuel efficency TOO much, while still getting better performance. I can ask my dad how he found out about winter tyre brands?)

[bououou.livejournal.com]

I loved the rubber duck one! It's cute!
And Joey is hot, Lance should have noticed a lot before! :p

[pensnest]

You know, I quite like UEA. It manages to have a nicer atmosphere than UBath, somehow, and though it's nowhere near as pretty as UYork, it's not so bad, at least when the sun shines. Possibly I've become semi-immune to large quantities of concrete as a result of visiting so many universities during the last few years!

[pensnest]

Hmm, interesting thought. Of course, I'm not sure that we need serious 'winter tyres' here, but it's worth thinking about. Not at the moment, though, since it's a company car and I don't think the company would be very much inclined to swap them!

[pensnest]

Thanks! I get a lot of inspiration from fic_requests.

[ephemera.livejournal.com]

What is Bun poking UEA etc about? *is nosy*

[pensnest]

She's transferring to a different university and a different degree course - turned out Chemical Physics was a bit too heavy on the Maths and she found it too difficult and ended up failing some of her second-year exams, so she wants to swap to a Chemistry degree. She's actually got offers from a couple of other universities, but I'm very much hoping UEA will give her a place, since that's where Boy will be going, in October, and it would make our lives very much simpler to have *one* place to visit! (Also, she could interfere with his life a bit, in a big-sisterly way, which would relieve my mind.) So fingers crossed.

[quiet000001.livejournal.com]

Oh, I didn't mean swap them for special winter tyres in England, I meant just better all-purpose tyres. :) It's just that the crappiness of the default tyres is really really REALLY obvious in winter weather. :)

[runzu.livejournal.com]

How do you make writing look so effortless? I adored them all. 'Specially that first one. :)

[ariadnem.livejournal.com]

WOW. Specially the last one *yummy*

[pensnest]

What a nice thing to say! Thank you.

[pensnest]

:-) Glad you enjoyed them.

[copracat]

One!! :)

[pensnest]

Because Phwoarrr, Joey! ;-)