Adrenaline junkie

[horizon_greene]

I rode with my dad on the back of a 1967 Honda 90 motorcycle yesterday, and it was terrifying/amazing. We were cruising along at approximately 10mph on mostly-deserted suburban streets, but I was shaking the entire time. I trusted my dad without question; it was fear of other cars (even though we saw exactly one) that had me all worked up. Still, exhilarating. I had never ridden a motorcycle before!

Meanwhile, since I've owed thorne_scratch snippets of fic for over a week now, I figured I'd just do the WIP meme again.

Zito/Lincecum, AU, Sequel to "Borealis"

Barry stares at Tim’s back. It’s obvious he’s awake.

He reaches across the bed and touches him, fingers edging along the sleeve of his t-shirt. He hesitates before he gets to the bare skin of Tim’s neck, confused by their earlier argument and subsequent inability to communicate, this weird dumbfounding tension that’s settled between them.

Tim curls his shoulder away from the touch, and frustration flares up, makes Barry less gentle than he’d intended to be as he grasps Tim’s arm.

“Stop,” Tim snaps, jerking away and scrambling up into a sitting position. He twists around to glare at him. “Just stop,” Tim says again. “I don’t want to fuck.”

Barry gapes at him. “Tim. Shit, that’s not even what I was trying to do.”

Tim gives him a withering look, and it’s like a stranger in his bed, harsh set to his mouth, the bruised eye and all this anger that Barry doesn’t completely understand.

Tim shakes his head slowly. “Go to sleep, Barry.”



Zito/Lincecum/OFC

Tim wakes up in the middle of the night. Barry and the girl are talking quietly behind him. The bedside lamp is on.

Their conversation seems vaguely interesting, something about clubs and PR and a 6am flight to the East Coast. She pauses to call for a car service. Tim’s brain is foggy and uncooperative, and he can’t follow the particulars after that.

The mattress shifts when they get up, and he hears the pull of a zipper, short-lived giggling. Then cool fingers press against his cheek, a kiss to his forehead.

“Goodbye, baby,” she whispers, and Tim opens his eyes, struggles briefly and finally manages to swallow.

“See ya,” he mumbles, and watches Barry walk the girl out. They’re both tall, long-legged. Both of them beautiful. The apartment absorbs the receding sounds of her heels against the floor, Barry’s soft laughter.

A few minutes later, Barry comes back to bed, a solid warm presence at the periphery of Tim’s senses. He falls asleep again.



Zito/Lincecum, AU

Tim has heard a little about Barry Zito here and there—good kisser, impressive dick—but they’ve never worked together before. He sneaks a second glance at him, tall and broad-shouldered and tan, handsome in that classic California way that Tim could never be. It makes him feel small and awkward for a moment, but it doesn’t really last. Tim knows he doesn’t get hired because he’s good-looking; he gets hired because he can deep throat like a motherfucker and twist himself into pretty much any position a director could dream up, and he’s carved something of a career out of that particular skill set.

Lastly...

The Typewriters. Are you guys okay? I get very worried over here.

Comments

[thorne-scratch.livejournal.com]

Hooray! (I will answer your emails, I promise. I'm not not-answering them because I'm still depressed over sports; I've just been insanely busy with work deadlines. Legit reason for once! Though now Phelps is not doing so well in swimming. I KILL THE THINGS I LOVE/TALK ABOUT. I think I will just have to stop mentioning any kind of sports except when necessary.)

That said, I went "Oooh!" and had grabby hands for each of these.

Bit 1: I want to know why they're fighting! Also, I kind of love the more forceeful Zito.

Bit 2: Heh, threesome aftermath. Awesome. A solid warm presence at the periphery of Tim’s senses, niiiice.

Bit 3: Oh God, you're writing it. I AM SO GLAD. THOUGH I RETAIN THE RIGHT TO GET HORRIFIED IF YOU INCLUDE BAD PORN MUSTACHES.

he gets hired because he can deep throat like a motherfucker and twist himself into pretty much any position a director could dream up, and he’s carved something of a career out of that particular skill set.

Asdjklj yes please.

I'll try to find you some more of the weird thingy that tries to grow despite my complete lack of baseball knowledge.

[horizon-greene.livejournal.com]

What's happening with Phelps now? I'm completely out of the loop and the only time I know anything is when you tell me or I happen to see Ian Thorpe at the royal wedding.

I want to know why they're fighting!

General trauma/drama related to Tim's job. It would be nice to finish that at some point.

I'm hoping I can write about porn without actually having to include the mustaches which inspired it. I spent a few minutes trying to figure out if I could include them in a way that didn't make me queasy, and the answer was a resounding "no".

I don't think the subject matter you're writing about necessarily requires much baseball knowledge, does it? Unless there's some actual baseball tangent (beyond Little League uniforms) that you have not yet revealed to me ;)

[thorne-scratch.livejournal.com]

He's lost the 200m fly twice now. To Wu Peng both times, I think? He placed 2nd and 6th respectively for the 200m fly and the 200m free at the Charlotte meet, though he won the 200m back (?!?) I dunno, man. It's, like, the world is kicking out my reliable sports results. Phelps always wins the 200m fly, it's what he does. Now I'm confused. And Ian Thorpe is being very, very careful about how he words everything he says about the Olympics, which makes me wonder just how he's doing (either much better or much worse than I had anticipated). He did get in a nice passive-aggressive backhand dig at Michael though, which kind of made me laugh and shake my head at the same time. Ian, you are a bitch. And Michael, you are a stalker. Never change.

General trauma/drama related to Tim's job. It would be nice to finish that at some point.

I would love to see that. Also, yeah, I'm with you on the mustaches. they can be implied mustaches. No need to give them any more attention than needed.

I don't think the subject matter you're writing about necessarily requires much baseball knowledge, does it?

No, it doesn't, but I'm hopelessly neurotic and I can't feel easy about writing something unless I research the shit out of it. I blame my day job. Besides, I always feel like... you have to earn it, you know? Nothing bugs me more than reading something where the person only has passing knowledge that could easily be fixed. Or they're only doing it for the appearance of the people involved.

That's in part why swimming/diving drives me so batshit insane because it's the one sport/s where I can claim I actually do know stuff. Hockey, I'm okay, but I still would need someone to beta for actual fact-checking to make sure I'm not fucking up. Football, baseball, soccer? Hah.

Also, I suppose I should actually know how Little League games work. I mostly remember those as something my older brother did every week, where I got to run around on the playground and eat popsicles. I do not remember the intricacies.

[horizon-greene.livejournal.com]

Michael losing the 200m fly?!?! That's as ridiculous as Nadal losing to Djokovic on clay. Twice. In a row. Which has also happened recently. Maybe there's some weird gravitational/astrological thing happening? I don't believe in that stuff, but seriously, there has to be some explanation for what's going on here.

Meanwhile, I can't believe it's almost time for the Olympics again. One year away, wow. Ian needs to make the team if only for the potential for darkly comedic and awkwardly hostile interaction between him and Michael.

Baseball is kind of weird in the sense that every time I watch a game, I see something new that I didn't think was possible within the rules as I understand them. Which likely means that I don't completely understand the rules. That said, if you want a general fact-check of any potential baseball fic down the road, just let me know. I'd be happy to look it over and/or point you towards a more qualified baseball individual.

But I mean, really. Please don't let baseball itself keep you from doing what you're doing ;)

[thorne-scratch.livejournal.com]

I know, right? Where are we living, Bizarro land? (Hey, Steve Nash was at the Canucks/Sharks games. He spilled his beer in excitement.)

Maybe there's some weird gravitational/astrological thing happening?

My theory is that somehow Bode Miller is to blame. And yeah, I really, really need Ian and Michael to go back to doing their hilarious pre-race posturing at each other. It is a bright spot in the world I have really missed over the last four years or so.

I will run my baseball questions by you. You're right, the actual knowledge in-story would be minimal, but if I don't feel I understand it, that makes me much less confident in the story itself.

Also, thank you for checking in on the Typewriters. I was wondering what was going on there. And prepare to get about three emails from me at once a I clear out my inbox.

[soupypictures.livejournal.com]

Ummmmmm I love all of this. Especially, and I don't know why: “I don’t want to fuck.” There's a lot in that short sentence.

[horizon-greene.livejournal.com]

It's a pretty critical moment in their relationship, for sure.

Glad you like; will try to finish something eventually.

[chchcherrrybomb.livejournal.com]

I never really sign in to lj anymore unless to lurk for more z/timmy fic and AHHH I just LOVE these!!

For the first bit, i'm guessing a client hurt timmy? But whatever it is, the angst is sooo inviting. Must write moar!

Second bit, OOH. love the threesome dynamic. Ive been trying to write this super angsty complicated love triangle fic between timmy, z, and a burlesque dancer (lol where do i get these ideas) but it just turns out super complicated.

Au, WRITE MOAR PLZ!! im convinced that z/timmy porn fic with their staches qualifies as hipster porn :)

Ps, the photoshoot prompt from the kink meme? That was me ;) I also requested het. Come onnn timmy deserves just a leeetle bit of het smut. Lol.

[horizon-greene.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

You're on the right track with the hooker!AU—which does end up pretty angsty, but that's par for the course with that trope, you know? A bit hard to avoid after a while ;)

Love triangles are complicated, but they're also the best. Keep going—I'd be very interested in reading a fic such as you have described!

Ahaha, I was wondering who was responsible for the photoshoot prompt! I have to think it's only a matter of time before someone churns out a fill for the second part of your request.

[chchcherrrybomb.livejournal.com]

i really do hope you finish the sequel to borealis. it was my first z/timmy read and i'm dying to know what made them meet up again. and does it turn into real love with z being all affectionate and caring.

love triangle fic, im just trying to piece things together. like i'm trying to figure out why miss burlesque dancer comes into their relationship. ive never written slash before let alone smut so im thinking if i stay in my comfort zone (het) and add slash ill start to write z/timmy slash and HOW COME no one has ever slashed timmy with that dude that stays in his house in A Day in the Life?! thats pushing it i guess lol.

i would really love to fill that kink meme up with more z/timmy but i get worried that these fucking yankees fans will start to go nuts. it happened on another kink meme i was on where a person filled up a whole page with selena gomez/demi lovato smut requests and people started backlashing. they ended forming their own demi/selena meme.

can you please finish the sequel to borealis? pwetty pweez? :o)

[chchcherrrybomb.livejournal.com]

also, typewriters drive me nuts. i dont want to think about them coming to a mental wall in the buster/timmy story. they just cant.