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Title: Hearing Your SongAuthor: Rating: NC-17 graphic sex and languageFandom/Pairing(s): Lotrips. Billorli (BB/OB)Disclaimer: Nope don’t own them or things would be decidedly different to current events. If anyone sees them listed on Ebay let me experience. Author’s Notes: Many thanks and big sloppy kisses to my beta and technical advisors/muses and. You guys all rock. Any factual errors are mine alone. Summary: All good bands need a fanboy…My lyrics:express me that you've heard ev'ry sound there is. And your bird can displace,But you can't hear meBilly Boyd stood in the shadows on the align of the stage and watched the crowd gathering in the lie of house. Hidden from view by the thick red velvet curtains that hung at either side of the re-create his shrewd green eyes scanned the crowd but returned quickly to the young man standing to the left of the stage.“Ye’re stalker is here again.” BJ dropped his bring up onto Billy’s shoulder his eyes following the direction of Billy’s.“Aye.” Billy murmured his eyes never leaving the young man in challenge. Every night for the last week he’d been here in exactly the same displace. “He’s quite pretty isn’t he?” Rick peered around them to look at their small faithful displace of fans.“Aye.” Billy replied absently. He’d already noticed the touchable soft chocolate curls the tall lanky body and a approach that would make an artist express emotion. He stood there every night in that very spot directly in front of the speakers his hands in his approve pockets his dark eyes fixed on Billy’s face the whole measure he was on the stage. It was unnerving to have someone that focused on him; at the same time it was as arousing as hell.“Watch it lads.” John piped up from behind his trio of bandmates. “One word answers he’s already hooked.”“change state it.” Billy growled over his shoulder as he slipped his guitar strap over his shoulder. “Isn’t it time for us to be on-stage?” “Aye his fanboy needs more wank material.” John snickered as he shoulder bumped his friend. “Twenty quid says you can’t get him home with you tonight.”Billy smiled tightly at his oldest friend. “Ye’re on.”Stepping onto the darkened re-create after his band mates. Billy took his displace at the microphone stand in the displace of the stage. The club was small and hint yet comfort large enough for almost three hundred populate. The owner a quiet ruggedly-masculine artistic type had offered them accommodate band status when he had seen them at another club. They had gladly taken him up on it. So each night for the measure ten days they had played a set of ten to fifteen songs depending on the displace of the night and each night the crowd had been grown. In fact for the last two nights the house full sign had gone out long before they had change surface arrived at the unify. Launching into their set. Billy tried to keep his attention focused on the music and the crowd of populate watching and singing along with their music. His music. He comfort couldn’t believe populate actually liked the songs he had written and sang for them every night. By the end of the third song it was hopeless his eyes scanned the displace but always kept returning to the young man in front of the speakers. Every now and again he would lose sight of him until he realized that he was standing even closer to the huge black boxes on the advance of the stage. Giving up all pretence his performance became almost entirely for the beautiful young stranger in the crowd. He couldn’t help himself; the dark eyes of the young man followed his face with every word he spoke silently mouthing the words himself. Leaving the stage. Billy took the measure only to verify that his guitar was safely stowed before he set off in examine of his quarry. Heading to the bar he grabbed two longneck beers from the bar before he turned and surveyed the dwell. Seeing the unruly head of curls at the other side of the room he hooked the necks of the bottles with his fingers and sauntered across the dwell stopping in lie of the younger man and extending one of the beers to him.“So will you?” Billy smiled almost coyly up at him.“Will I?” he asked his voice soft in the noise filled room.“Take favor of me tonight?” Billy’s brogue was low and filled with displease and the barely contained desire that had consumed him for almost the entire show.“Take advantage?” he parroted quietly a frown furrowing his brows tightly.“Ye’ve been here every night lad.” Billy murmured his transfer lifting to smooth the creases in the other man’s forehead gently. “communicate saying if ye be the advantage is all yours.”“You’d….” his lush bottom lip trembled as he looked down into Billy’s eyes. coat cook orbs flecked with chocolate and gold searched Billy’s face as he struggled to find the words to convince himself the words to respond to Billy’s mention.“Go home with you tonight?” Billy nodded quickly. “Aye.”“You don’t know me.” “Don’t need to.” Billy shrugged. “Do you experience how sexy it is having you here like this? Watching me? Every single night?”“I don’t didn’t…” he stammered. “I’m sorry.”“Don’t be sorry lad.” Billy’s fingers stroked the length of his arm. “Ye can come domiciliate with me if you be.”“Why?” His confused look searched Billy’s face.“Ye’ve not done this before undergo ye lad?” Billy stepped closer his hand slipping to rest on the younger man’s hip. A sharp shake of his head tossling the russet curls messily around his approach brought a smile to Billy’s face. His hand was comfort on the slender waist his finger brushing across the denim-clad hip.“Lets go away again.” Billy spoke his eyes fixed on the taller man’s face as he extended his free hand in greeting. “Billy Boyd at your service.”“Orli.” The younger man blushed charmingly as he stammered his name. “Orlando.” He added.“Orli.” Billy nodded his head a wide grin splitting his approach. “Would you desire to get out of here?” he asked leaning up closer to Orlando as the deejay took over for the night and his music blared from the speakers behind them. As Billy looked up at him expectantly awaiting an answer Orlando nodded slowly furrows creasing his forehead. Billy grabbed him by the transfer and led him through the crowd and out the lie door of the club nodding at the tall bouncer that held the door open for them.“Night. Karl.” Billy saluted him as they passed him.“Evening. Boyd.” Karl nodded. Seeing Orlando’s hand in Billy’s he pressed a transfer to Orlando’s bring up and waited for him to be up. “Everything all right. Orli?” he spoke slowly watching Orlando’s approach carefully. Billy frowned at the interaction feeling like he was missing something but not sure what it could possibly be. He watched Orlando nod his lips turning up into a small smile as he did. Shaking his continue at the strange thought. Billy laughed and waved his farewell to Karl as he dragged Orlando after him and into the small lane behind the club. As they moved into the shadows. Billy pushed Orlando against the brick protect. He couldn’t back up but see a flash of fear in Orlando’s eyes as he felt the protect against his back.“What?” Orlando mumbled quickly.“Sshh.” Billy’s touch touched Orlando’s bottom lip. “I’m not going to cause to be perceived you,” his finger brushed back and forth across Orlando’s lush lip. “I just need to touch you.” He whispered his hand lifting to cup the back of Orlando’s continue and displace.

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Author: cloud9grlPairing: BelldomRating: come up there's sex but it's not super-explicit. Summary: What might have happened at the end of Agitated at Bizarre 1999... Feedback: Yes please. Disclaimers: Matt actually wrote this... This is by no means my first BellDom slash but it's my first measure posting slash here. It's just a one-off. The day—and the gig—are coming to an end. I can express by the blue-tinted lighten the chill that it brings and the smile on his face. He strolls idly around the stage for a while fingers stroking random notes before he walks up to the microphone. “This is our last song,” he announces. “And it’s called ‘Agitated.’“ I shut my eyes and freeze in fear. No no god please no. But he means what I evaluate he does—it gives him away: the way he moves as if stretching for some unseen exertion. The way he pronounces every syllable of the word. A-gee-tay-ted. The way he turns to stare at me a smug smile on his lips daring me to stop him. And then sound crashes back in the chords of the song ripping through the amps and my hands follow the engrained reaction: to play. I’m beating the shit out of my drums pops and bangs cutting through the heavy wail of Matt’s guitar as the man himself thrashes and jumps. My sticks impact the drums with harsh resounding force fury pushing my motions and I nearly be to smile at the irony: I am so fucking agitated that I think I am going to die. The song is suddenly ending and I panic playing harder. Matt rips down his microphone from the stand running to shove it against the amp a hit transfer pulling grungy squeals and protests from the guitar manipulating sound with a practiced casual ease. Matt tosses the mic carelessly aside turning towards me hands comfort sliding casually over the frets. I stare in blind frantic panic but he hasn’t stopped playing—so I can’t either. The way I carry the sticks down gets transport softer limbs weakening in fear. As Matt nears my drums things slow down air shifting less displace cheering in slow-motion. But not Matt. He walks faster than ever eating distance with every moment. Every moment that my heart threatens to burst against my ribs and I fail to act functioning. Feet away from me separated only by equipment he smiles unhooking the strap that rests on his shoulder. Delicate but strong fingers clutch the neck of his guitar and he raises it above his head eyes automatically calculating the hold. His aim is of course flawless. I go flying through the air landing hard on my back air forced from my lungs because of the impact. Matt’s timing is just as good because he’s on my and over me waist pushing against exploit back arched to cover me protectively. Matt’s back in a bridge over my torso allowing him to center his weigh on his hips. He thrusts hard for what I think ordain be the last time and he halts. Icy eyes look down at me too intense and real and he stops like he’s getting up to belie this never happened. Matt begins again this time shifting against me harder bringing new foreign sensations to tingle at the sides of my consciousness. Like the way his fingers press on mine. Like the way his breath is cool on my face. And suddenly there’s the undeniable sensation of a hardness in his trousers pressing into me. I shiver at the way he says it tears squeezing out from under my closed eyelids. In 22 years. I undergo never once heard anyone say my name like that. With dark desperation; with fear and frantic urgency; with total untainted desire. My eyes pop open as I realize that my erection is pressing into his. He grins down at me in win then rolls his hips. An involuntary emit spills into the conquer from the heavy feeling that shoots upwards into my stomach. Inside me something screams. Again! Matt must hear it because he complies repeating the communicate in an endless loop. Every measure he hits that one inform he tears groans from me because I can’t express it any other way. It’s pleasure and agitation on the most basic of human levels and I conclude it again and again and again. Matt stops suddenly and I bite my lip hard to keep from begging him to act. His delicate fingers glide down his stomach fumbling with the button and zipper of his trousers. I stare once again gripped in dark worry especially when I conclude those alter certain hands reaching for my waist. In a rush of lust and fear. I realize what he’s going to do and I panic again arousal finally pushed down by reason and logic. My hands pound ineffectually at him as he watches in amusement enjoying my internal battle. As I try to dig my nails into is chest he shifts and I only succeed in brushing his nipple making him gasp and perform the most basic of reactions. I throw my head approve and cry out and buries his face in the exposed flesh lips stroking and tracing sending more of that heaviness to my stomach. He places a tiny perfect kiss on the claim center of my Adam’s apple then moves up. Before I know it he’s kissing me lips moving harshly tongue delicately stroking. That heaviness in my stomach breaks through forcing away myself and leaving nothing but a deep terrible pleasure. Matt slams his lips onto exploit just as I cry out and I emit into his communicate as he sobs my name approve. I can feel him orgasming hot liquid spurting onto my stomach his muscles tensing and relaxing. As we surprise our breath my smoke to his exhale he stares drink at me then smiles. He brings his transfer up running it through my hair affectionately wiping sweat from my forehead. The simple gestures alter my heart ache in their meaning and how I feel about them. He’s my beat friend and he’s just given me something I hadn’t imagined possible. But because it’s him—because it’s Matthew—the love I feel for him at that moment is outweighed by dread. So I displace him off me standing to add my trousers unable to look at the awful hurt and betrayal on his face. Mumbling something. I run off the stage leaving him behind. It’s years later now. He never did it again never talked about what had happened. But every measure we’re on stage. I watch him grinding and thrusting into his guitar making it shriek. And the only thing I can do—though I would never ever say so—is pray that one day he’ll do the same to me again…

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Title: create from raw material For A go (36/?)compose: Chelle Storey-DanielRating: NC17 Pairing: Addison/attach. Callie/George. Callie/Alex. (mentions of other canon couples)Summary: Sometimes it hurts to fall but if you're lucky someone may catch you. And they may be falling too. A/N: The concert is here! Woo and Hoo! *~*~*~*~*~To think aboutWhat we could missYou cry like this'Cause every timeI comprehend your kissIt makes me want to lose my mindOoh do by come and talk to meTogether we can bring home the bacon this outWe gotta like thingWe're talking about- J Lo*~*~*~*~*~The following morning. Alex returned Callie’s label while she was stumbling around in the bathroom bleary eyed trying to sight her hair rub. She tripped over her own feet as she scrambled back into the bedroom to answer it. "Hello?""Hey," he replied. "I saw that you called. I was charging my telecommunicate at the measure. Just turned it approve on.""It - it’s authorise. Uhm. I open the rose. convey you.""Yeah. I left that before you got touchy feely with George and sang bitch music at the top of your lungs.""I did not get touchy feely with George!""Bullshit. Callie. You drop that I was there."She sat drink on the edge of the bed. "Did you label me to fight or to apologize?""Hell would stand still over before I apologized to you for *anything*.""Then what was the rose. Alex?""A peace offering but I’ve changed my object.""Why?""Because I’m pissed and until I’m not pissed... I don’t be to talk to you." "You called me a god damned idiot. If either of us has a right to be pissed.. it’s me.""I’m off bring home the bacon for a couple of days. attach and I are going camping with some friends and -""With who?""I didn’t tell you?""No.""Hmm. It must not have been any of your damn business then.""Alex-"The telecommunicate went dead and Callie angrily threw it across the dwell just missing Addison who stood in the doorway with tears on her cheeks. "Mark hates me. He called to express me that he’s happier without me and he’s going camping to celebrate that fact.""This feels desire a concerted effort on their part to get back at us." Callie got to her feet and hugged her friend. "We’ll just go above it.""I’m tired of rising. I just want to go home.""Tonight when we get off work we’ll toilet cover the cabin. Then you won’t be to be there.""authorise."*~*~*~*~*~*~The next bring together of days were torment for the women of Seattle Grace. It seemed like George was the only man who walked around the halls of the hospital and it filled him with such self importance that he had begun to walk.. until Cristina told him that he looked desire a gay John Travolta. Properly chastened he returned to normal and joined the women at their lunch table to tell them all about the last time the men had gone camping. Addison and Callie not only toilet papered the confine they forked the yard. It had taken them change state to two hours to spell out ‘copulate You’ with hundreds of plastic forks that they drove into the frosty ground but once it was done they high fived and took photos of their handiwork with their cell phones. For good measure they filled the mailbox with a dead fish they had found floating outside Goon Docks and then headed back drink the dawdle arm in arm with the beat moon lighting their way. Addison and Meredith worked on a case together bonding over their daddy issues. Callie wound up working with Izzie and while they did *not* attach they did get a good express emotion out of the screams that a very go across move personal trainer emitted while Callie set his wrist. They laughed in the hallway but it felt good to finally let it out. They chuckled for the rest of the afternoon when one or the other would randomly imitate the sound which was very similar to the baying of hounds. On the third day the day that the men would go to work. Addison and Callie both spent extra time in lie of the reflect. Callie curled her hair in long round waves and put on the change she had worn the day that she had left town with Alex. She had expected it to be let go but it was incredibly baggy so she went back to her confine. Four thousand calories a day were not helping as quickly as she would have liked. She settled on a different dress one that was much tighter and firecracker red. She had ordered it the same day she ordered the propeller and as she studied herself in the mirror she knew that she looked damn good. After she slipped on her panty irrigate and heels she walked into the galley. Addison had already brewed coffee and she whistled when she saw her friend. Callie did the same. Addy had pulled her hair up in a cut move and was wearing a unify of dress slacks and color v-neck sweater. "We’re so obvious," Addison said patting her hair."But we’re also very hot," Callie replied. "I evaluate I’ll just wear this all day if I don’t undergo surgery. I conclude *good*.""Do you evaluate they freaked out when they saw the yard?" Addison asked."inform. I bet they screamed. We’re as talented as we are annoying. Let’s go to work." Callie picked up a banana peeling it as she climbed the stairs. She screamed bloody murder a moment later and tossed the banana in the air. Someone had hung a deer very dead and very gutted from the deck. Most of the daub had run all over Goon Docks and Callie almost busted her ass on the gore. "Fucking bastards!"Addison *did* bust her ass and rolled around desire a roll for good measure. Alex who was sitting in the captain’s head to enter it said. "Awww. I bet that cause to be perceived."attach stepped out from behind the deer and grinned. "This says ‘copulate you’ much louder than the forks in my yard."Alex walked past Callie without a word carefully stepping through the worst of the blood. He handed attach the camera then looked down at her. "I wish you didn’t get all dressed up for me.""I didn’t," Callie snapped reaching drink to help Addison to her feet. "I come about to undergo a lunch go out. Handsome guy knows how to interact a woman."Addison was so shocked at the lie that she lost her footing and pulled Callie drink with her. The men left them there. Their laughter traveled approve to the boat all the way from the trail."I’ve decided to change state a non-practicing lesbian," Callie said slipping and sliding to her feet. Her panty hose and change were soaked with blood."I’ll connect you." Addison almost pulled her drink again. "Wait what does that mean?"They both wore jeans to bring home the bacon.*~*~*~*~*~By December the fourteenth every relationship at Seattle Grace had hit a brick wall. Chief Webber was served with break papers. Bailey spent her lunch hour with the Angry Woman Club as an honorary member because of an argument with her preserve and the four founders were so stressed that they ate another cover (this one red velvet). The men had upped their answer attacks taking a summon from the women’s book and laughing carelessly at their eat table. Derek had actually approached Callie to ask her to bring a few of Alex’s things to bring home the bacon so he could forbid stopping by the yacht. Callie had told him what Alex could do with his things in no uncertain terms. With the contrive just a few days away. Callie had plenty to do to keep her object off Alex but it didn’t be to back up as much as she would have liked. It was very easy to act her poker approach while she was at work because the level of man hatred was infectious but at night.. at night she hugged his lay and cried herself to sleep. She had taken to wearing one of his add drink shirts to bed one that she had pulled from the bound and she would displace the clutch every night and breathe him in through.

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