Lost in my own world

Meme thing

2009-04-19T19:46:27Z

I got tagged by morcad and I told her I wouldn't be a slacker and do this, so here we are:

"I guess the rules are to talk about a celebrity people gave you."

1. Do you like this person?
Yeah, he looks like a nice person to me.

2. How do you call this person?
Gem. That's his name, right? (well, his name is Colin, but that would be a bit weird cause I've never heard anyone calling him like that)

3. Which color do you associate with this person?
Brown. Don't ask me why, I don't have a really coherent answer.... maybe because of his eyes??

Where is 4? Sorry, my cat eat question number 4 ^^'

5. Looking at his/her character, what blood type do you think he/she has?
I'm not good at guessing things. But if I could ask his parents and close family about their blood type I could do a family tree and tell you with a 80-90% of probability his blood type XD

6. What do you want to tell that person?
First of all, I would say "hi", just cause I'm that shy and polite to say anything else at first sight. (But I would really want to ask him to play me something)

7. What do you want to do with this person: hug, kiss or shake hands?
I've had some difficulties handling personal contact with people, so my first reaction is always to shake hands. But lately I've been in a kinda mellow mood, so I could go for a kiss in the cheek.

8. Pick five of your friends and pick one person for them
Considering that half of my f-list is "dead" and the other half probably has already done that meme, I'm not tagging anyone so sue me (just kidding!)
If you want to do this, just pick someone and you already know the rest :D

PS: I finally updated OasisSlash again. Already more than 11100 visits, woot!

I'm writing fic again!

2009-03-21T20:33:14Z

It's been a long time since the last fic I wrote, right? Well, I think I kind of sorted out my writer's block!
Part of the "fault" is from morcad , who gave a very tempting idea: What if they found out this community or the OasisSlash webpage? Scary, right? And at the same time, I bet you want to know their reaction... So here is where I leap into action! XD Technically, there's no slash here!
Oh, yeah, I also posted this to madferourkid , but there is f-locked (just in case)

Title: Some things are better not to know
Author: hope_to_last
Summary: The band discovers what the fans (that’s us) are writing about them. Arguing over it is a must, so this is an online fight!
Rating: PG (Well, despite the silliness and some other curse word)
Disclaimer: I do not own Oasis or represent them. Otherwise, they will already be used to that kind of stuff. Any kind of similarity with the reality is just pure coincidence, cause, first of all, I don’t know them. And secondly, this is all just fiction.
Author’s note: Well, the nicknames I used for them ain’t very original, but I hope that you all know who is who ;)

(Genral_Dread has signed on)

(Rock-n-roll_star has signed on)

General_Dread: How it comes that you’re always around, even when we aren’t in the same room?

Rock-n-roll_star: I’m not following you, cunt. Why are you here, in the first place?

General_Dread: I haven’t say that. Bah, just forget it.

(Cool-Prophet has signed on)

Cool-Prophet: Hey, have you seen Andy?

General_Dread: Hello to you too.

Rock-n-roll_star: Not since yesterday.

Cool-Prophet: He sent me a weird message, saying he had something to show to us.

Rock-n-roll_star: Maybe he’s discovered a lost child of his or something.

General_Dread: I’m not even going to ask how you’ve come up with that…

Cool-Prophet: Maybe he wants to help you with your clothing line, Liam.

General_Dread: That Pretty Green thing? LMAO

Rock-n-roll_star: Laugh all you want, fucker. That clothing line is gonna be mega, man!

(WingCommander-Bell has signed on)

WingCommander-Bell: What’s going on, guys?

General_Dread: You tell us.

WingCommander-Bell: Uh?

Cool-Prophet: Yeah, about that message. What do you wanted to show us?

WingCommander-Bell: Oh, yeah. You won’t believe it!

Rock-n-roll_star: Are you going to tell us some day or not?

WingCommander-Bell: Do you know Ian?

General_Dread: Who the fuck is that Ian?

Cool-Prophet: You mean Ian, as in Ian the roadie?

Rock-n-roll_star: I know that kid! Isn’t he always following you around, Gem?

WingCommander-Bell: Yeah, that guy. Apparently his girlfriend is one of those persons who keeps updated the group’s internet stuff, like facebook and myspace.

And she has found some fan websites that are a bit out of the ordinary.

General_Dread: Out of the ordinary? All the fan websites are pretty much the same…

WingCommander-Bell: Well, it looks like some people is writing stuff about us.

Cool-Prophet: Good or bad stuff?

Rock-n-roll_star: The fans always write good stuff about us!

WingCommander-Bell: I suppose it could be worse… Have a look by your own:

http://www.freewebs.com/oasisslash/

http://www.freewebs.com/absolutelymadferit/

General_Dread: What the hell is this??

Rock-n-roll_star: Homosexual stories? What the fuck, man?!

Cool-Prophet: Are they really writing homoerotic fiction about us?

WingCommander-Bell: It seems so...

But look at the bright side: Only popular bands have fanfiction written about them.

Oh, look, most of them come from here: http://community.livejournal.com/madferourkid/profile

General_Dread: Oh fuck, there’s even a picture & video section…

Rock-n-roll_star: It’s all your fault Noel!

Cool-Prophet: Sometimes you’re a bit scary Andy.

But I’ll have never imagined there would be so many people interested in that.

General_Dread: How in hell can it be my fault? I’m not the one kissing all those other blokes in the pictures.

C’mon, you even kissed Bonehead, once!

Rock-n-roll_star: Have you seen those pages? They are writing about YOU and ME!

And it’s all because that kiss on Loch Lomond!

General_Dread: Well hello, you are the one who is always molesting me on the stage.

Cool-Prophet: There are also stories about you and that Blur’s singer, Liam XD

General_Dread: Hahaha! That’s what you get for going around hauling down other bloke’s pants.

WingCommander-Bell: I’m surprised no one has written about you and Russell yet, Noel.

General_Dread: Shut the fuck up Andy! There are also stories about you in those sites!

Rock-n-roll_star: Yeah, Gem is the only one of us who hasn’t a pic where he’s snogging another guy.

Hey Noelie, you have some stuff about you and your Coldplay’s boy friend!

WingCommander-Bell: At least I didn’t wrote the “most homoerotic” song ever, Abel

General_Dread: Are you jealous bro?

See? It’s your fault, not mine. Anyway, what did you write that Cain & Abel song for?

Rock-n-roll_star: You though the song was great and you let me record it! So it’s your fucking fault.

General_Dread: Wasn’t me who told the press you loved me more than anyone else in the world.

Cool-Prophet: Man, there’s very few stuff about me.

And why I am always paired up with Andy?

WingCommander-Bell: …

General_Dread: You wanna tell us something, Gem?

Rock-n-roll_star: You compared me with a woman!

And now they are writing about you being on top of me!

General_Dread: And you just had to shout something about us having sex the last night in the middle of a concert!

Cool-Prophet: Ok… this is getting too weird.

See you tomorrow guys!

(Cool-Prophet has signed out)

Rock-n-roll_star: Do I need to remind you your own words? I like a few women, but I like men an awful lot more.

It totally proves my point.

General_Dread: Do you want me to count the times you said to the press you loved me? Cause there are a fucking lot!

WingCommander-Bell: Chill down guys. It’s only harmless fiction…

Rock-n-roll_star: You talk about my songs, but what about yours?

You knew everyone was gonna think that Aquiesce was about our relationship, cause it couldn’t be more obvious

General_Dread: It’s Acquiesce, you know?

Rock-n-roll_star: So why the hell did you have to include that take me back to bed part?

WingCommander-Bell: I think I’m gonna follow Gem’s example.

Bye-bye!

(WingCommander-Bell has signed out)

General_Dread: This may be a new concept for you, but not all my songs are about you, Liam.

For fuck’s sake, you did even think that Wonderwall was about you!

Rock-n-roll_star: Oh, yeah, that was a very clever thing to say to the press! Like all those hints of you thinking I was sexy.

General_Dread: You’re an insufferable self-centred cunt!

Rock-n-roll_star: You’re getting angry cause you know I’m right.

General_Dread: I don’t have to stand any more of this…

(General_Dread has signed out)

Rock-n-roll_star: Hey wait!
I hate it when you leave like that!

(Rock-n-roll_star has signed out)

Tell me what you think, please!

Random post is random

2009-02-21T18:11:44Z

After some idle search through Youtube I've found a funny video about Oasis' conert at Madrid (it was 1 day before the gig at Barcelona). The video is in spanish (and the subtitles of the interview are too in spanish), so sorry for most of my f-list XD

To sum up a bit: the fans elected Noel as president in Madrid, so hooray for the new President! LOL
(~~Does that make Liam the First Lady?~~ Hahahaha)
What could happen if he was the Prime Minister/President of a country? His, erm, "diplomatic abilities" aren't the best, to say something.

Franz Ferdinand are back!!

2008-12-07T22:25:53Z

Yess, Franz's new album will be out on January next year!! Woohoo!
In the meantime, here is their first single: Ulysses. It's a bit different of the "old Franz" style, but I like it. Can't wait to hear more :D

Christmas themed meme

2008-11-29T19:23:44Z

In 2009, hope_to_last resolves to...

Start a cinema fund.
Give some kaiser chiefs to charity.
Apply for a new horror.
Take hope_to_last traveling.
Tell my family about alex kapranos.
Go to london every Sunday.

Just LOL.
I definitely woldn't mind traveling more (like going to London every Sunday ^^) or telling my family about Kapranos *ç*
But...
Applying for new horror?! Giving some Kaiser Chiefs to charity?? XDD

Fic... or whatever this is

2008-11-14T19:24:25Z

I finally typed down on my laptop the whole story! Before you go too hyper, let me say some things:
First of all, I wrote this story just for the sake of writing something and hopefully break my writer's block. Secondly, I wrote it during my ecology class (you can tell how interesting it was XD), so all the blame (?) go to my boring teacher LOL
And how this story was created? Well, I got request of an Alex/Noel/Liam story and someone joked about Oasis on bikiny... The following story isn't as smutty as I wanted it to be and there's not bikinies, but there are some possible hints of crossdressing... and yeah, I think it's basically an humor story.
Hopefully, one day that I'm enough inspired and not stressed with uni I'll make the "dirty" version of it, in the meantime, read this and laugh yourself silly with it:

Title: Caught!
Author: hope_to_last
Pairings: Jarvis/Alex, Noel/Liam/Alex
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: as you all know from long ago, this is FICTION, so has never happened (as far as I know)

A knock on the door. Nothing. Another knock, and another one. Then finally someone opened the door. The man standing in the frame wore a black T-shirt and a towel around the neck, his dark hair still dripping and wetting his shirt. Alex definitely looked very good, specially after a shower, or in the shower, or…

“Jarvis, come in” Alex smiled, making the other man snap out of his little daydream. Jarvis entered in the house, sitting down on the couch as if he was home. In one sense, he was, after all, Alex was the most similar thing to a boyfriend that he’d ever had.

“How come that you are here again?” Alex smirked “You just left a few hours ago”, he finished with a wink.

“Can’t I wanna have lunch with you?” Jarvis said mockingly hurt.

“Yeah, I’ll be done with the hair in five minutes” Alex informed brightly, already strolling to the bathroom.

“Alright”

In the meantime, the taller man got up from the old couch and approached a seemingly bushy plant. But if one looked closely to the plant, a small lent could be seen. Oh, gosh, the plant was hiding a video camera! Jarvis pressed the stop button and retrieved the tape from the camcorder. After leaving everything like it was before he stored the tape in his jacket’s pocket, Alex emerged from the bathroom.

“Shall we go?”

* * * *

Later that night, Jarvis found himself at home. It was late and he was tired, but first he wanted to see something. He picked up the tape from his jacket, smirking a little. Many people would have plainly said that he was a pervert or a stalker, but they would be wrong. Alex and him liked to record themselves having sex, however the problem was that Alex would act weirdly (read weirdly as foolish or clown) if he knew he was being recorded. So they settled some time ago that camcorder hidden in Alex’s house, and Jarvis will put it to record whenever he wanted. This way Alex did not know if they were being recorded or not. And seeing the tape with him afterwards was a lot more funny.

The things is that this morning, Jarvis found himself with some free time and nearby where Alex lived, so he paid him a little visit. And you can probably guess how the story ended. Except for one detail: Jarvis forgot to put off the camcorder before leaving this morning. So he wanted to see it to determinate from which point they could cut the “film”, after all there must be a lot of nothing recorded in there.

Jarvis pressed the play button of his VCR and sit down on the armchair to enjoy the show. It began like expected: with a close up of himself after putting the thing to work, then Alex entered in view wearing only his undies, which were soon to be ripped by Jarvis. He was getting uncomfortably hard by the moment and he wished that Alex was there to blow him off like before, damn, Alex was very good at it.

Now in the film Jarvis just left Alex’s house and the whole view was occupied with a panoramic of the room, the couch being the main star of that picture. Jarvis suppressed a chuckle, if the rest of the film was like this (just seeing the light change) it was definitely the worst film ever, well at least this part. He grabbed the remote control and forwarded a bit, just seeing the same. He was going to turn it off when Alex appeared in the screen. Well, seeing him a little more could not harm him, right?

“Geez, don’t break the door down! Just wait a fukin’ second!” Alex screamed in the film, going to the door he supposed

“What the hell are you doin’ here?!” Alex exclaimed shortly after. Whatever response he got, it couldn’t be heard. After some more muffled talking, Alex entered in the living room, followed by… the Gallaghers?!

Jarvis paused the film and rewinded it to see that part again, maybe his eyes were tricking him because of his fatigue. But not, it seemed like he’d seen it right from the beginning. Now he was indeed curious to know what happened. If those wankers had threatened Alex in some way, he would surely think of a fancy revenge.

“Well?” Alex said crossing his arms and looking defiantly at Noel.

“Uh, I wanted to talk about…” Noel began to say before he was cut by Alex’s voice

“If you wanted to wish my death again, with only once I got the message” he ironically informed.

“Actually, I wanted to… uh, apologize. That time I was so drunk I didn’t even remember where I lived, much less what I said. I know it was so rude and hard, but I didn’t meant it” Noel explained, never taking a proper breath, like he needed to say it all in once.

“Wow, so you came almost a year after to tell that you’re sorry? That’s impressive” Alex continued mocking him “Anyway, why is he here?” he said pointing to Liam, who stood the whole speech behind his brother “You can’t go anywhere without a escort?”

“He insisted to follow me, he said he would come to make sure I didn’t screw up anything” Noel awkwardly explained.

“He followed you? Like a dog?” Alex snorted in the screen like Jarvis himself was doing right now “So you can’t go anywhere without each other, like a couple. Hell, you even kiss!” he continued taunting. It was obvious that this was Alex’s revenge.

Both Liam and Noel stared t him with wide eyes and paler than usual.

“Wha-what… how…” Liam said for the first time

“That pic of you kissing at the Loch Lomond concert was immediately on all the press, you know?” Alex informed, oblivious to their faces of clear anxiety.

“Erm, returning to the main issue, I hope you can forgive me, or at least, forget that thing” Noel nervously tried to re-conduct the conversation.

“Uhm, well…” Alex began to say with a devilish smirk, he had something planned “I suppose I can forgive you if you show to me your sincerity with a certain action… like… kissing Liam again?”

“The hell are you saying?! You’re nuts!”

“C’mon, aren’t you sorry?” Alex laughed. Yeah, revenge was sweet, the look on their faces was priceless. “I mean, you’ve done it before… it’s not a big deal, right?”

Noel just stood there, looking at Alex like he was an alien that just beamed into the room.

“Aw, fer fuck’s sake…” Liam sighed, grabbing his elder brother by the shoulders and capturing his lips in a smoldering kiss. Alex seemed a bit uncomfortable seeing the intensity of their so called “brotherly love”, cause that wasn’t quite what he expected *ahem*

They separated gasping for air, lips glistening with the shared saliva. And Alex was still speechless.

“Happy now?” Liam asked to him, but all that Alex managed to answer was a small whimper. Liam approached to him and kissed him too, his tongue suddenly invading Alex’s mouth. Between thinking how good he was, Alex began to playfully battle with Liam’s tongue. Liam got away from him in that moment.

“And now, are you happy?” Liam asked with a wink

“Eh… but you ain’t the one who had to apologize…” was all that Alex’s brain could muster and put together as a coherent answer.

“Oh, right” Noel grinned, then he cautionously approached to Alex and kissed him too. Noel was more gentle than his brother had been, but it still felt so damn good.

Jarvis stared incredulously at the screen, wondering if this was some kind of a bad joke. Maybe Alex knew that the camcorder was on and wanted to pull a prank on him. However the Gallaghers didn’t seem to be the type to play along in that kind of jokes. If it had been Damon instead of them, then he would have no doubts. But this seemed to be for real.

“Forgive me now, then?” Noel asked on the film

“Y-yeah…” Alex stuttered.

“Well, everything’s fine now, ain’t it? About fuckin’ time!” Liam said in a sing-song tone.

Alex nodded in approval, still too dumbfounded to articulate a response, and Noel smiled in very uncharacteristically way of him.

“Alright then, see ya around” he concluded. Then both Gallaghers disappeared from the camera focus (Liam with his arm around Noel’s shoulders, as Jarvis noticed in awe). He saw Alex plopping down on the couch and he stopped the VCR. Jarvis still couldn’t believe his eyes. It had been the most surrealist situation ever! What the hell was that, the Gallaghers being nice in general and showing a possibly not so brotherly affection? It definitely looked like it was a joke! And why Alex haven’t commented anything of this? Who knows, maybe Alex wanted to go further… Ha, that would have been one hell of a film, prime blackmail material! Wait a minute, he still had something to blackmail them! Jarvis smirked devilishly, what would be his revenge? Threatening them to send the tape to the press if they didn’t behave nicely with everyone? Nah, it was too much to ask for that pair. Then what…?

* * * *

The atmosphere was really tense and awkward. Alex didn’t dare to look anyway else than into his glass of whiskey, Liam and Noel were looking at Jarvis like he had been talking in Chinese and Jarvis looked extremely pleased with himself.

“Well, anyone says nothing? Maybe the cat has your tongues, o wait, maybe it’s not the cat after all…” Jarvis laughed

“So, let me clarify this: you will send the tape you’ve showed us to the press if we don’t agree to be yer housemaids for a week and we actually must be dressed with the classical French maid uniform…” Noel rephrased Jarvis previous demand, the later nodding in approval “I think you snorted too much coke, mate!” he finished infuriated.

“Me? It’s you both, well, all three in fact, the ones who seem to be on heavy drugs on that video!”

“Don’t ya think that yer request is very childish and stupid?” Liam quipped in, frowning and clearly annoyed.

“Yeah… I mean, you could have asked of something less… well, dunno” Alex tried to explain himself “I definitely wouldn’t have asked of that”

“You’re a hopeless pervert, Cocker” Noel stated at Jarvis amused grin.

“Yeah, I might be a hopeless pervert, but I’ve got the upper hand” everything was running very smoothly, he couldn’t be more satisfied. Any of them had noticed that giving the tape to the press would affect Alex’s life too, and he wouldn’t do anything that could damage Alex… they were friends and… fuck buddies? Well, whatever. The fact was that none of them thought about that and the idea of making them dress as maids was truly priceless.

“One day I’m gonna get you back, remember this” Noel sighed in defeat.

“So you accept?” Jarvis asked innocently, perhaps a maybe too innocently and eager.

“If a single picture, rumor, or whatever is leaked… “ Alex began a little worried

“… we’ll kill you” Liam finished for him, a bit darker than what Alex was going to say, surely.

Jarvis still wasn’t sure they would come the whole week he had planned, anyway, he wasn’t either intending to make them do that all the days he’d said. He knew the whole idea was silly, but it was also too tempting to not do it… after all, there were lots of places were he could hide the camcorder, and with the proper incentives he was pretty sure to achieve the continuation of that other video, at least he knew Alex would play along…

The End?

Pic time!

2008-10-26T13:22:22Z

Well, I remember than in my latest post I said I will post some pics (uh... tomorrow = two days later? XD).
So yes, an special of pics about Blur & Oasis together! *le gasp*

I suppose some of them might be big...

Let's begin!

1.

Aw, they look like good friends!

2.

Who feels love? Liam doesn't look so pleased... ~~Maybe he wanted Damon to kiss him?~~

3.

I will not think in a perverted way, I will not think in a perverted way...

4.

Uh, is Noel staring at Damon's crotch? XD

And now, the soccer match special (with my devious comments making a story !)

5.

"Yeah, friends now, but I'm gonna kick yer arse"

6.

"Oh, you're funny bloke, Liam"

7.

"Who said I was joking, Albarn? Look, here's yer arse!"

8.
"Uh, are you mad at me, Albarn?" "Nah, I'm ok now"
Kiss time!! LOL

Wow, maybe the future are "illustrated" fics like this? XD
Gah, I need my daily orange juice to be normal...

Were you looking for Oasis slash fic?

2008-09-29T08:39:24Z

Title: Silent understanding
Author: hope_to_last
Pairing: Liam/Noel and Andy, somewhat XP
Rating: NC-17 (or hard R, dunno)
Disclaimer: C’mon, you all know I don’t own anything or anyone (cause that would be slavery! OMG! XD), and all the stories I write are more fake than a blue Ferrari. So, putting all this info together means: I don’t represent the band or anything, and, the following story is only a product of an excess of imagination.

A/N: I’m sorry Andy, I know you’re not that fucked up, love, but I like making twisted characters XD

Written in Andy’s POV.

People have always said they had a strange relationship. Indeed, they have a really weird brotherhood. Always fighting, proclaiming their mutual hate, and at the same time, unable of standing apart from each other more than a day or two without falling into a gloomy mood.

It seemed like the violent fights were over now, like they had calmed down. That wasn’t true.

They fought again nearly a week ago. It was a hard fight, like in the old times, so they hadn’t talked to each other since then. A bloody week ignoring each other and, of course, driving the rest of us mad. We were desperate ‘cause we had a gig the day after, you know? How were we going to play if they didn’t even want to stay in the same room? So we gambled whom of us should talk with them… and it was me, Andy, who lost. That’s why I was thinking about the less dangerous way of talking with Noel about it. I hadn’t found any one. Trying to talk with Liam instead would be like a suicide, sure. I was in my hotel room, still wondering what to do when I heard voices coming from the room next to mine. It was Noel’s room.

“You’re such a fucking twat, you know that?” It was Noel shouting. No one responded him but I heard a slapping sound, like a fist impacting onto something, followed by another one like that and the sound of something heavy falling to the floor.

“I fookin’ hate you, you bitch!” someone hissed, now it was Liam’s voice. More sounds of violent fighting came across the wall till something impacted really hard against it.

“Liam, stop it!”

“…”

“I’ll see ya tomorrow on the stadium” Liam said in a calmer voice, then I heard the door being shut. So the fight was over by now.

We were going to play that night. During the lunch, Gem told me that Liam and Noel were talking to each other again, that they had solved their problem. I couldn’t help but laugh remembering how they ‘solved’ their problems yesterday, but Gem thought it was a laugh of relief or something. I didn’t bother them telling what happened, I just hoped things are alright now.

The techs were still working with the guitars when we arrived to the stadium, so we had free time since they were done. I don’t know how I managed to apparently get lost. I was trying to found someone when I heard Liam’s voice coming through a half-closed door. I pushed the door a bit further and I saw a furious Noel pinning Liam against the wall.

“You don’t even deserve me to care about you!”

Liam laughed at this and shook his head, then Noel let him go, still looking furiously at him.

“I think you’re just too stressed, bro” Liam chuckled, and gave Noel a peck on the lips. I expected Noel to be mad at this and hit Liam or began shouting again, but he just sighed with… delight? Oh man, I was imagining things.

“Let me relax you, ok?” Liam said with a seductive tone and pushed his brother against the wall, pressing his body against him. I never expected Noel to close his eyes and let him do… whatever he was doing! I mean, Liam was flirting, well, actually more than flirting, with his brother and Noel seemed content, it was so surreal. I freaked out when I saw Liam kneeled in front of Noel, fumbling with the zipper of his jeans. What the hell was he going to do?

“Oh, I see. This is a dream, and when I open my eyes I’ll be in the bed” I thought to myself. But when I opened my eyes I saw Liam taking his brother’s cock in his mouth and Noel moaned. He fucking moaned! I wanted to run away but I was mesmerised by the sight of Liam bobbing his head up and down and Noel telling him how of a good cock-sucker he was. Liam began licking the head, occasionally sucking it hard and deep-throating him again. I thought it was the most disgusting thing I had ever seen but I also felt my own hard-on pressed against my jeans. Then Noel came, screaming his brother’s name, and Liam caught the streams of white cum with his tongue, curling it on the head of Noel’s cock.

I was still unable to move. I wanted to reduce the tension of my body by rubbing my hard cock through the fabric of my pants, but I also wanted to scream and run away. Opposite ideas don’t get along, and I stood where I was, telling myself that I had to be so grossed out and disgusted, trying to ignore my throbbing bulge.

Noel was obviously done and was going to leave when Liam pouted “Don’t you mind to take care of my problem?”. The fucking bastard liked his lips sensually, like he was cleaning them, and I felt hotter than before, as if someone had set fire to me.

Noel answered him with just an incredibly sly smile and pinned him against the wall again. When he began to play with Liam’s erection I couldn’t help but firmly rub my own prick through my jeans. Liam had no problems on moaning and whining while Noel’s calloused fingers worked up and down his shaft. Actually it helped me to hide the stifled grunts of satisfaction that flew out of my throat as I rubbed myself dry watching the filthy actions of my band mates. Suddenly Noel took Liam on his mouth, making him squirm and cry in evident pleasure. He must had cum then cause Noel pulled his brother’s pants up and Liam smiled like an idiot.

“We haven’t done this in a really long time”

Noel smiled back and lightly squeezed his arse

“Yeah, I know it,. Maybe later…”

I can swear Liam’s eyes lit up, despite his fringe was partially hiding them. When they moved towards the door I stood frozen. I finally moved away but soon after I heard a familiar voice behind me:

“Oi, Andy! Wait, we’re coming with ya” Liam said cheerfully.

I tried my best to act normally, but it was rather difficult with my hard-on. Noel acted like always, so he didn’t suspect anything, but Liam winked at me in a really disturbing way.

“What were you doing over here?” he asked to me.

“Er… I got lost” I answered with a nervous laugh.

The gig was amazing. Liam acted like a god on the stage and the crowd adored him. He was also in a playful mood, jumping a bit here and there, sharing Noel’s mic at a few points and even kissed his neck while performing. What a cheeky slut. I really tried my best to ignore what I witnessed before, but I just wondered what the hell they meant with “We haven’t done this in a really long time”. Had they been having sex on a regular basis? It wasn’t like I was interested in it, it just was, erm, curiosity, I tried to justify my own thoughts. Also I insisted in my head that I wasn’t really turned on before, what happened is that I was curious, right. Lord, I was totally unable of thinking straight, no pun intended.

After the performance, the Gallagher brothers literally disappeared of the stage and apparently of the whole stadium, ‘cause none of us was able to find them. Not like we minded. Gem and I went to a pub to have some drinks and there we met some fans. When we came back to the hotel, I went straight to my room, hoping that the alcohol will numb my thoughts a bit. I was surprised to see light coming from under the door. Was someone in there? I opened the door and walked in the middle of a session of brother-on-brother senseless snogging. My mouth drop open in disbelief, it seemed that my thoughts were more numbed than I expected, after all I confused the rooms.

Liam, a naked Liam straddling an equally naked Noel as my brain bothered to notice, looked at me with a smirk on his swollen lips.

“Oh, hi Andy”

The surprise and the alcohol tricked my mind and all I could do was staring at them with a questioning look.

“C’mon mate, this isn’t exactly new fer ya, is it?” Liam giggled. I gulped at this. So he knew it or suspected something.

“Liam, what…” Noel began to ask. But he was abruptly stopped when Liam pushed him back and kissed his chest, approaching deliberately slow to his left nipple and finally licking and sucking it. A low groan escaped from Noel’s throat. Noel looked at me and blushed a bit before closing his eyes, leaning his head on the pillow and giving into the sensation of Liam’s mouth on him. After a while of more snogging Liam turned round to me.

“Hey Andy, either you join us on bed or you leave, things are gonna heat up, d’you know what I mean?” Liam asked me with a cheeky smirk. I nodded, still to dumbfounded to answer verbally and bolted out of the room.

I closed the door and sat on my bed. On that moment, reality seemed to slowly slip away from me, the only thing that my brain insisted to repeat was the scene that happened not only a minute ago. I needed a cold shower, I blamed the alcohol again for playing tricks on me, surely I would feel better after clearing my mind.

Ten minutes later I was all fresh and calm on my bed. Except that I wasn’t calm at all, cause while lying in the pitch dark of my room I could hear them through the thin hotel walls. Damn, those Gallaghers were insatiable, and those soft sound were slowly making my body react. I let my hand reach down, past the waistband of my pants. I tried to convince myself that I was thinking of Idha as I stroked myself, but I perfectly knew that all the while I was imagining what the brothers would be doing in the room next to mine. Sleep caught me shortly after of reaching completion.

The bright sun of new day was like a spell that confined the night’s events in a small room of my consciousness. Neither Liam or Noel brought up the issue of me entering in their room and I acted like it never happened. Nevertheless, I realized the quick wink Liam gave me while talking about how thrashed all of we ended after the gig. Maybe the next time I’d be able to muster enough courage to do something else than confine myself in a room. In the meanwhile everything returned to normality, except for those occasions when I saw Noel sneaking away with Liam. Then I would pretend I hadn’t seen anything and they won’t ask me anything, it is our unspoken deal.

A/N: while searching through the buried files on my old computer, I found the beginning of this story (not even half of it) and some notes to finish this idea. Obviously, I finished it XD. This has been sitting in my computer for more than six months! I wonder what else I can find… LOL.

Comments anyone? ;-)

Falling down

2008-09-10T23:36:36Z

Woah, two entries in less than twelve hours? Definitely, that's not like me XD
Well, I have wrote a little one-shot (I think it's better to be called a drabble) about our kids! Yeah, I know I've been out, maybe I was too wrapped up in writing about the Devil May Cry boys man-whoring around, but I finally come back to working on my multichaptered Oasis/Blur fic. By now, it's well known the attack Oasis suffered while performing, so here is my (unrealistic) version of what happened (I worked my ideas much faster than I thought at first):

Title: Falling down (Yeah, I know it's lame, but couldn't come up with something better)
Author: me (of course!)
Rating: PG-15 (I never know how to rate this things)
Warnings: the ever usual incest and foul language.
Disclaimer: No, really, I don't own Oasis or any of its members, I swear I haven't got them kidnapped! As all of you maybe be bored to death to read, this is all fiction (hence the name fan fiction XD), but you already knew this. None profit is being made of this craziness I write.

Noel was quite nervous, but he’ll be damned if he let anyone of his band mates know about it. It has been quite a while since their last performance in any festival and although they had been doing some “warming up” gigs that were really big, he still felt a bit insecure as he stepped onto the stage. Liam turned to smile at him, he knew his brother to well and probably suspected Noel’s reason to be awfully quiet.

Noel watched Liam standing in front of his mic, idly looking at the floor, like always he was preparing himself to began singing, though any casual observer could think that he was just plainly uninterested in the gig. Everything felt better as he began playing his guitar, the only thing important now was the music, and that always got him concentrated. Noel was unaware of his surroundings, playing his part of Morning Glory, when he barely felt something running around the stage and then someone (cause it had to be a person) shoved him hard from behind, making him crash heavily onto his monitor speakers. In mere seconds, chaos was unleashed.

Noel tried to got up but quickly desisted at the stabs of pain coming from his back. He saw the security guards running, and then knocking down a man he had never seen before. Who the hell was this guy? Liam was yelling something to that guy, looking like he was going to beat the shit out of him. A security guard had to held him as he began kicking the other man. He haven’t seen Liam that angered in a really long time. Noel felt someone holding him from behind his shoulders, asking him if I was okay. “So I just smashed the fookin’ monitor speaker and you ask me if I’m okay? Man, that’s a really stupid question!” Noel thought mildly amused with the question. He wanted to chuckle at this, but it turned out to be a grunt as he got up, the burning pain of the back had returned. The security staff carried him to the backstage, while a couple of guards were still trying to hold down Liam. He finally let go and calmed enough to ask where was his brother. Andy smiled apologetically at the crowd before running after Gem and Liam to the backstage too.

Noel was sitting on a chair, lightly rubbing his side. It hurt like hell, but somehow the firing stabs were slowly dulling, making it hurt in another, less blatant, way. He took his gaze up, Andy and Gem were looking at him expectantly. Liam was a little behind, looking plain anxious, but Noel knew his brother was afraid of doing anything that might be considered wrong, specially when there was so many people around them Shit, Noel wanted Liam to be by his side now.

“You alright?” Gem asked frowning “I mean, shall we go to the hospital?”

It was Noel’s turn to frown. Did he really look that bad? He shook his head in negative, feeling the piercing gaze of his band fellows on him.

“Well,” Noel began calming them, he halted sucking his breath in at the stab on his side when getting up. He hoped the others hadn’t noticed. “I think we can end the show”

“Are you sure?” Liam asked, finally saying something since he arrived.

“Mmph, yeah” Noel grunted grabbing his guitar. So far, he did not felt like needing more than a painkiller. He could go for that. “Just give me five minutes. I need some fookin’ water”

* * * * *

He was sitting on an hospital couch, putting his shirt on again. He was really glad that the doctor gave him more painkillers, otherwise his current task would result painful like the worst torture. The door of the room cracked open, revealing Liam on the frame. He got inside and closed the door.

“So, what said the doc?” Noel asked to his brother.

“Well, you’ve got a couple of fractured ribs” Liam informed “He also said something about checking I don’t’ remember what ligament or something like that”

“Fractured ribs, huh?” Noel pondered. With this information it was no longer a surprise that the guitar strap weighed on him like it was made of lead. At the end of the concert his side and back hurt like a motherfucker, again.

“Yeah” Liam shrugged, helping his brother to get up “I suppose it could have been worse”

“What happened with the little moron?” Noel asked curious.

“He’s under arrest, with the charge of attacking.”

Noel nodded in approval, the idiot was going to find himself in great trouble. He felt Liam sneaking behind him, carefully draping his arms around Noel’s waist, embracing him. He sighed, his hot breath ghosting over Noel’s exposed neck.

“You were really angry, weren’t you?” Noel asked, remembering his brother’s expressions back on the stage.

“I should ‘ave beaten up that fucker” Liam answered without hesitation, tenderly licking Noel’s earlobe. “I was scared, you know? I wanted to be near you, but I was afraid of doing something that would make anyone suspect about us”

Noel smiled warmly at this words, though Liam could not see him. The younger sibling laid more kisses on Noel’s neck, his chin carefully resting on the elder’s shoulder. He was so careful to not hurt him, and Noel was definitely enjoying all the tender attention his brother was bestowing on him.

“I’m tired,” the injured guitarist complained “let’s go back to the hotel”

“Mm’kay, but tonight we’re cuddling” Liam demanded, pouting like a child

Noel faked an exasperated sigh before giving in. Who would have thought that Liam was a really a softy at heart? But he knew that his little charade didn’t fool Liam, both of them wanted to be close to each other tonight.

“Liam”

“Yeah?”

“I cannot move if you don’t let me go” Noel stated, he could barely carry himself back, much less walk around with his brother hanging onto him.

Liam chuckled before giving him a surprisingly chaste kiss on the lips. It felt good and Noel was a bit disappointed when they broke contact.

“Let’s go, Noely” Liam tugged at his sleeve, leading the way.

PS: I've updated OasisSlash as well!

Britslash part III

2008-08-10T12:29:06Z

First rule of a fiction writer: If you don't know how to end a story, then just don't end it yet. Instead, mess up the plot, you'll still won't know how to end it, but at least you'll have something more to write about.

Title: Action and Reaction

Author: hope_to_last (idea from </font></a></font></b></a>childofbritpop) ~~I blame her again for the latest turn of events~~
Rating: NC-17 overall, this part could be R
Pairings: Liam/Damon, Noel/Damon, Graham/Damon and now Noel/Graham *gasps*

Summary: "They've fought over which songs to sing, which shoes to buy, and now they're fighting for their own 'enemy'?"

Disclaimer: *insert standard disclaimer here* Don't waste your time trying to sue me, I got no money!

Part I
Part II

GRAHAM

People might say he’d been very cold during their performance; he preferred to think that he had simply stuck to business. It wasn’t worth it the bothering to pretend that he was alright with Damon.

He haven’t done anything irresponsible like leaving in the middle of the concert or such. But when they ended he left, he was dying to have a drink, especially after seeing Damon going for Alex all sulky. If that twat wanted to play victim it was ok, but he wasn’t going to stay and stare.

Graham went to the village nearby to find a decent pub; he had enough of mud and tents. But he only found a place that was more suitable to be called a dark cavern than a pub, and the atmosphere was filled with smoke of cheap cigarettes. Anyway. It would do.

After his third whiskey even the local looked less ugly than it was. His problems seemed to flow away as more intoxicated he became, like they were slowly dissolved by the alcohol in his body. He felt himself got more relaxed by the moment, until his anger disappeared. Shit, right now he even didn’t understand why he had been so angry before. Oh, cause Damon, cheated, well he could always left Damon and find someone else, no big deal, his intoxicated brain processed this as the most logical chain of actions.

A new customer entered and sat by Graham’s side. The man looked somewhat familiar to him, but his numbed mind couldn’t work out very well who was the guy. It didn’t matter much, though.

“Hey, I think I know you” Graham slurred to the mysterious customer.

DAMON

Damon noticed Graham’s angry face to him as he left. He neither missed Alex’s disappointed gaze; maybe they needed to have a talk. He went directly for him.

“Do you have a moment Alex?”

“Of course” he replied in a tone that meant it was already the time

“Have you any idea of what’s wrong with Graham? Tonight he’d been more distant than he was yesterday and I’m worried about him”

“Look Damon, I think it’s a natural reaction after he had…” Alex nervously checked the surroundings, making clear they were alone now “… after he had seen you kissing with Noel”

“Oh, shite. I swear it isn’t what it looks like!” Damon quickly responded his voice a little higher than usual.

“Really? Graham has seen you with Noel and I caught you with Liam. As a friend of Graham I should ask what’s wrong with you, but as your friend I wanna know all the dirty details!” Alex finally smiled, his gossip and carefree character wining over his worried side.

“Well, there’s not much to tell ‘bout Noel. He’s been forcing himself onto me, but he’s not been really awful to me neither" Damon explained.

“Yeah, whatever. What about his brother? If I recall correctly, you didn’t seem to mind Liam kissing you and God only knows what else…”

“Ok, shut the fuck up, I’ll explain right now. Do you remember a party over a month ago? Graham and I had an argument, so I went alone to the party” Alex nodded in approval, signalising him to continue with the story “Well, don’t ask about the details but that night I ended at home with Liam. We’ve been fooling around since then and things got more complicated, you know? And the worst is that I still want Graham”

“Man, this is better than any soap opera I’ve ever seen!” Alex joked “Nevertheless, I see your problem. What are you gonna do?”

“Urgh… I have no fucking idea” Damon admitted.

“Not to bring you down mate, but Graham won’t be very disposed to forgive until he knows the whole story, and I can tell you that he isn’t going to like the part about Liam. However, you can always skip that part”

“Yeah, I’ve thought about it before, but I’m not sure it will work”

“Why? And don’t tell me you don’t want to lie to Graham cause I don’t buy it” Alex warned.

“That’s not what I meant” Damon avoided the question.

“Then?” Alex impatiently asked.

Suddenly the door opened, Dave entered and smiled as he saw his group fellows. “Do I interrupt something?”

“No” Damon and Alex said at the same time making Dave frown.

“Damon, there’s someone outside waiting for you” he informed.

“Who it is?”

“Well, he said to me that our performance wasn’t too bad but that he’s gonna do it way better”

“What the hell is Liam doing in here?” Damon asked as if he was going to have a heart attack.

“I hoped you would tell to me” Dave shrugged “anyway, he’s waiting for you”. Damon literally ran to go met Liam and Dave was a little more than curious.

“Alex, do you know…” he began to ask. The he saw the mischievous smile on his friend’s face “eh, nevermind. I don’t really want to know”

“So we’re alone again” Alex commented nonchalantly “like a couple without the kids.” Dave rolled his eyes at this “Do you fancy a pint?” he finally asked.

NOEL

“Hey, I think I know you” he heard someone say by his side. He turned around to see Graham expectantly looking at him.

“Is that a joke?”

“No, no, no. I really feel like I’ve seen you before. Wait, are you famous?” Graham asked again, completely drunk and oblivious of with whom he was talking.

“Uhm, kind of it” Noel answered bemused before taking a sip of his drink.

“And what are you doing then in a filthy place like that? And believe me, it’s very filthy”

“What are you doing here alone Graham? Shouldn’t you be with your friends anywhere else?”

“How do you know who I am?” Graham asked slightly confused and suspicious.

“For fuck’s sake, the whole nation knows you because of Blur” Noel snorted “as well as they know me because of Oasis”

“You’re that asshole of Noel!” Graham suddenly exclaimed like it was a revelation.

“Yeah, that’s me. Though I usually skip the asshole part” Noel confirmed nonchalantly “Hey, bring another drink for my mate, hun” he commanded to the waitress.

“I’m not your mate!” Graham said furiously

“Right now we’re alone in a goddamn lost and filthy pub in the middle of nowhere, so that’s the closest be get to be mates. Anyway, why do you hate me so much?”

“Do you mean besides being a twat and always attacking my group?” Graham pondered while grabbing his new drink “Because I saw you with Damon.”

“Oh, it isn’t what you think. Damon refused me the first time, when I left a hickey on his neck”

“And you still forced him to kiss you? Gosh, are you always that kind of a bastard to everyone?” Graham asked with a wry smile on his face.

“It depends of the person you ask about it, some people may tell you I’m a very kind person. But don’t ask Liam about it” Noel laughed. That made Graham laugh as well.

“What’s your reason for being here?” It was Graham’s turn to ask.

“I had an argument with that cunt of a brother I have.”

“Yeah, that’s bad. What was the matter?”

“Uhm, I don’t know if it’s appropriate to tell you…” Noel tried to avoid the issue,

“Go on and tell me, I promise I won’t say anything” Graham confidently urged him.

“Well, we had an argument because of Damon. Liam receives all his attentions and I guess I was slightly jealous. I said some pretty bad things to him and we ended up hitting each other” Noel sighed.

“So… Damon is really cheating on me, I only mistake which of you two was his lover” The bitter edge of Graham’s voice made Noel uncomfortable.

“I didn’t know you two were together. You probably won’t believe me, but I’m sorry” Noel comforted him putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, I suppose we ain’t together anymore”

“Aw, that’s shit. Those vocalists are fucking sluts” Noel casually commented and Graham smiled at this.

“Haha, does it means that guitarists are cooler than vocalists?”

“Of course we are!” They both laughed at that point before finishing their drinks.

They left when the waitress urged them to go home cause they needed to close the pub. That caused a small riot because they weren’t finished drinking and talking, of course not, but fortunately they finally left without any major problems with the owner. They found themselves on an empty street, wondering what to do.

“Er, I guess maybe I should go to the hotel and ‘ave some rest” Noel said smiling to Graham.

“Yeah, that sounds good. But I pass, I don’t wanna wake up Dave, we’re sharing rooms. At first I was going to be with Damon, but…” Graham explained

“No way I’m gonna leave you here, in the middle of… I don’t where!” Noel replied, grabbing him by the shoulders “You can come with me, there’s an empty bed, Liam said he would spent the night out”

“That’s so nice, Noel. I don’t understand people who says you’re arrogant and insufferable…” Graham frowned, contradicting what himself said before. That earned a chuckle from Noel.

“That’s cause they don’t know me” Noel answered before giving Graham a sloppy kiss on the cheek “C’mon, let’s go”

GRAHAM

He stirred up in his sleep, letting the warm sunlight to bathe him as he slowly awoke. “No headache, that’s a good sign” he thought to himself, though he felt strangely tired and the bed was warm and inviting, no need to woke up yet. He felt some presence besides him on the bed. Graham tried to recall if he had eventually made up with Damon… No, last night he had gone out very pissed with Dames, he found a place to drink, then Noel appeared and they had a laugh together.

“Holy shit, it can’t be possible!” Graham silently panicked “Don’t tell me I really ended going to his hotel and sharing the bed with him” He didn’t know why but he was nervous at the mere idea of checking out if he really was naked in a bed with Noel. He took a shaky breath and did the easiest: check himself out, at least he was wearing his boxers. He gathered all his courage and then…

Someone opened the door of the room without even knocking on it before:

“Hey Noel, it’s so fucking late! Move your lazy arse outta the bed or I’m gonna…” Liam abruptly cut his sentence as he saw Grahan. “What the hell, mate?”

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's note: So yes, this part was written just to give Graham some more action; and I still don't know how this will end. In fact, I'm restraining myself to not give into temptation and introduce a bit of Gallaghercest, lol.
Feedback is love!

Diablo III

2008-08-04T21:20:14Z

This morning I bought Micromania, a magazine about pc videogames, and it contained awesome news: Diablo III is for real, YAY!!

Britslash part II

2008-07-08T13:07:38Z

Ah, I feel much better now after a bit of proper sleep and a couple of aspirins. The other day I finally finished the second part of that crossover fic, so I'm posting it now :D

Title: Action and Reaction

Author: hope_to_last (idea from

childofbritpop)
Rating: NC-17 overall, and this part too
Pairings: Liam/Damon, Noel/Damon, Graham/Damon

Summary: "They've fought over which songs to sing, which shoes to buy, and now they're fighting for their own 'enemy'?"

Disclaimer: *insert standard disclaimer here* Don't waste your time trying to sue me, I got no money!

Part I

DAMON

Dave sighed tiredly and Damon understood him wholeheartedly. They were having another interview, again. Alex was happily flirting with a pretty blonde photographer who was smiling adoringly at him. Graham was absently flipping over the pages of a magazine; and Damon was taking quick peeps over his shoulder to control what he was doing. Since Graham discovered the bright hickey, a ‘present’ left by that bastard of Noel on his neck, they haven’t spoken more than two words put together. Damon didn’t know what story tell about the mark on his neck; was it worse to tell the truth or to make up a lie? Graham was sure he cheated and the lack of information only fuelled his conviction, but what Graham didn’t know was that the hickey wasn’t from the person he slept with. Currently Damon and Graham’s relationship was definitely on deep shit.

Thinking about the hickey made Damon remember about the bastard who left the mark: Noel. Noel had always been extremely rude with him, but remembering the rough attack of the songwriter sent shivers down Damon’s spine. Had it been sexual harassment or some other kind of attitude? He felt himself harden shamelessly over the memory of a pair of soft lips pressing against his pulse point while he was securely trapped between the wall and Noel’s body and his aggressor’s knee rubbed against a very private place. Damn his body! That wasn’t the most appropriated response and it wasn’t either the best place.

“Hey guys, we begin in a minute” informed the journalist. It was hard to remember for which magazine he worked for after all the other interviewers they had over the morning.

“Ok, so be begin…” Damon nodded approvingly after being discretely nudged by Dave, it was his form of making him pay attention to the reality and stop stealing glimpses of Graham. “Here we are with the Blur boys. Tell me, how do you feel after being at Glastonbury’s festival for third year?”

“It’s always exciting to be in Glasto, I still can’t believe we’re here for third time!” Damon nicely answered. Every fucking interview it’s the same, the answers flew away without really thinking bout the subject.

“Do you feel pressured since Oasis, your so called rivals, are playing here this year too?” Maybe that was the question that all the reporters wanted to do since they knew about it.

“We’re very calm and confident cause we know we’re one of the best bast bands of England at the moment.” Damon replied with a tired smile for the umpteenth time of the day.

NOEL

Though they weren’t going to play until the second night, they already were trapped doing one interview after another. It was the most boring and also annoying part.

“Are you nervous that everyone is going to compare your performance with Blur’s?” the interviewer finally got to the point

“Nah, in fact there’s no one who could compete with us, you see?” Noel responded as usually.

“Yeah, our tunes are the best” Liam contributed “and I can sing better than him”

“That’s it, you’ve heard our kid. That Albarn is only a pretty face” Noel finished.

“What? Do you think Damon is pretty?” Liam asked annoyed.

“Well, that’s what their fans say” Noel quickly excused himself. Neither of them noticed the amused smile of the interviewer who decided to finish before the discussion progressed more.

Noel sneaked out to have a small walk and calm himself. He found a peacefully and lonely spot behind the main stage to think, so he lit a cigarette. He had enough of those dumb journalists. There were other members of the band who could answer their questions. Liam always had the power to piss him off incredibly quickly, but today he has set a new record with a simple phrase. “Do you think Damon is pretty?” the sodding question still lingered in his ears, the tone of irritation in his brother’s voice angering him. Why the hell had he let his guard fall down in an interview? He was still trying to understand himself; he needn’t Liam rubbing in the wound. All his life, Noel thought of himself as a ladies man, but then one day… Saying that Damon was different would be a cliché, but it was the truth. He had always found attractive the cocky pop singer, which confounded him, so he treated Damon badly. On the other hand, when he had discovered about his brother and Damon, he felt like his brother was trying to steal something that should belong to him. “Anyone said sibling rivalry?” Noel thought while finishing the cig. In the very moment he turned around to head back to the rest of the group, someone run into him.

“Ouch, watch out you cunt!” then Noel recognised the other one “Do you have the habit of crashing with everyone you met, Albarn, or is it something you reserve only for me?”

“I’m not pleased of crashing with you of all the people who’s in there. Shit, I’m not pleased to see you!” Damon stated before trying to go away.

“When you collide with someone usually it’s polite to apologise, you know?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry to have met you again”

“Why do you seem so eager to get away from me? I don’t bite”

“Well, last time you did bite me!” Damon answered pretty annoyed.

“Oh, c’mon, I think it wasn’t that bad” Noel chuckled “you didn’t seem to mind it so much at the moment”

“I was trying to stop you, but you went ahead. I think I have enough reasons to be mad at you”

“I don’t think you’re really mad at me. But you have to forget about Liam”

“Shit, how can you be so arrogant? As if you…” Damon was abruptly cut in the middle of the sentence as Noel grabbed him and made their lips collide. Damon’s lips were smooth and soft, amazing. He licked and gently nibbled insistently at his lips until Damon let him access to the hot recesses of his mouth. When the lack of oxygen was unbearable they pulled apart gasping, Damon slightly startled of what just happened.

“I’m sorry about the other day; maybe I was overly rude with you… Damon” Noel whispered before giving him a quick peck on the lips. Then he left, leaving Damon still stunned.

LIAM

Liam was unsuccessfully searching for his brother. After he left for a cigarette in the middle of the round of interviews, he hadn’t come back. And it had been a fuckin’ hour since then! Liam had been searching him in the most probable places to find him, but it might be the time to begin searching in the uncommon places. However, Liam was pretty sure that Noel was somewhere near, probably in some quiet spot outside; those were his favourite places to go when he was angry and wanted to think. That was a sure thing: Noel was angry and he had been the cause, as always. But this time, unlike the others, Liam had no clue of what he had said to upset him. After wandering around the stages for a while Liam found someone. A dark silhouette was resting still in the back area of the main stage; however this figure was too tall to be his brother but he recognised who was. He silently crept behind the unaware man.

“Mmm, it’s nice to finally meet you away from everyone” Liam softly purred against Damon’s ear while embracing him from behind, his arms around Damon’s waist and his chin resting on his shoulder. He felt Damon tense up under him at the sudden contact.

“Shit, you scared me” Damon laughed.

“Really?” Liam whispered slipping one of his hands under Damon’s shirt “you’re too tense. That’s no good”

“Do you realise that anyone could catch us in there? And what about the journalists? They’re following us everywhere they can”

“Doesn’t this make it even more exciting? Knowing that we could get caught like this…” he softly nibbled Damon’s ear.

“Well, … maybe you got a point”

Despite the dim sunlight that bathed the area, one thing caught Liam’s attention.

“Oh my, Damon, you’ve been a really naughty boy” Liam chuckled after ghosting the hickey in Damon’s neck with his lips.

“That was…”

“You needn’t to explain anything to me, we’re both free to do whatever we want” Liam informed him “anyway, who did this was a wild beast, you probably had fun” he mused, not knowing that ‘the wild beast’ was his own brother.

“You have no idea” Damon answered before letting out a small yelp as Liam bit him on the mark “Shit, that’s not going to disappear even in a month!"

“Good, it looks rather good on you” He received none answer but a grunt.

Liam grabbed Damon by his hand “Come with me”. Damon followed him, curious about what Liam wanted to show him. He led Damon to the camping zone and entered in a small solitary tent.

“Is that yours?” Damon asked quite confused

“No, is it yours?” Liam asked in turn and laughing.

“You just break-into it; if the owners catch us we’re pretty screwed!”

“You have to admit that this is much better than being outside” Liam commented as he resumed kissing Damon and then pushed him down on one of the sleeping bags.

“Yeah, but…”

“Don’t worry, I won’t put you in any ‘distressful’ position” Liam reassured him. Damon looked still worried about something but quickly forget all his misgivings when Liam’s hand found its way inside his jeans. He helped him to work the belt off and give more room to the teasing hand that rubbed him through his boxers. Damon bucked his hips trying to gain more contact, he positively knew that right now he looked like a whore. And he also knew that Liam liked him this way.

Once Damon’s underpants were off the way Liam began stroking his raging hard dick, receiving lustful moans of approval. A whine issued from Damon’s throat when Liam stopped his ministrations.

“What’s that?” he complained

“Help me with these” Liam answered him while unbuckling his belt. Damon approached him and slowly unzipped his trousers grabbing the fly with his teeth. Seeing Damon’s face this close to his crotch made Liam even hotter. He finally got rid of his clothes and pushed Damon down again, this time laying atop of him. The Oasis singer thrusting his hips back and forth, simulating the moves of lovemaking and making their hard cocks rub against each other. It was a pleasurable torture that made them moan desperately, not caring if someone might hear them, not caring anymore that the owners of the tent could come back at any moment.

“Sixty-nine me” Damon demanded passionately, turning around so his hard and hot prick was over Liam’s face. He gave a tentative lick at the head of Damon’s cock and was rewarded with a hot wetness engulfing his. Damon moaned around Liam’s dick, the vibration making him push further inside that wonderful mouth. He was also lapping and sucking at Damon’s cock like there was no tomorrow and Liam knew that if they kept up at this rate probably neither of them would last long.

“Ah fuck, I’m coming!” Damon warned just before shooting his load in Liam’s throat. He swallowed and cleaned him, making sure there was no cum left. Then he got up, his still hard dick jutting out in the air.

“Here, let me finish you” Damon said getting on his knees in front of Liam. He resumed his previous work, alternating the deepthroating with light licks all over the length, his hands slipping from the hips to his buttocks, squeezing and massaging them. Liam came hard and fast, some of his seed escaping from Damon’s lips in thick ropes of the white fluid. He bent and kissed Damon on the lips, licking away the remainders and sharing it in a French kiss.

ALEX

Alex happily whistled an unknown tune as he returned from having a coffee with the blond photographer. She was very nice and they exchanged their phones numbers. He went to the room where they had the interviews in the morning; he couldn’t find his keys so he probably ‘lost’ them in there.

The room was empty, or that was he thought at first. He found the sodding keys under a table, probably he dropped them unconsciously and someone kicked them there while walking. He grabbed them and the he heard a muffled sob coming from behind him.

On the small bench nearby the door was sat Graham, and he was crying. Alex stood there completely stunned. He had never seen Graham crying before and it was quite shocking. He sat by his side and directed him an inquisitive gaze.

“Oh, Alex, I’m sorry. I thought that place was empty”

“Don’t act dumb. What happened to you?”

“…”

“It’s been because of Damon again?” Alex predicted. Both Graham and Damon were his friends, and at first he was cool with their relationship when they’d been happy. But lately they only argued and seeing Graham cry because of Damon had a strange effect on Alex. On that moment he wanted to find Damon and slap him in the face. Graham was a shy and sweet boy, he needn’t more reason to drink, he was already drinking more than it was reasonable. “What exactly happened this time?”

“Do you remember that after the interview he got up and went outside for a breath of fresh air, as he said?” Alex nodded signalising him to continue “Well, I went after him cause we needed to talk, but when I found him he was kissing with that godamn awful Gallagher!”

“Yeah, I’ve also seen him with Liam, those boys are really indiscreet” Alex carelessly commented.

“No, I mean with Noel. Wait, have you seen him also with Liam?!”

“Well, probably I have mistaken him. Those Gallaghers are hard to tell apart, you know?” Alex tried to cover up. Revealing that he had seen Damon and Liam together wasn’t the smartest thing to do at the moment, Graham was enough upset to add more wood to the fire.

“What a bastard! He comes home with a hickey and tells me that it isn’t what it looks like, but then he refuses to tell me what happened. And now he goes making out with Noel or Liam or anyone who gets on the way! I’m gonna kill him” Graham stated out pretty annoyed.

“Yeah, you should probably kill him, but after the performance. We need him to sing” Alex joked trying to cheer up his friend. He put his arm around him “Anyway, what do you think about going to fetch Dave and go to have a coffee?”

TO BE CONTINUED...

Author's note: What will happen? A threesome with Damon and the Gallaghers? Will Damon come back with his dear Graham or will he choose another one? Or maybe Graham will prefer to be with Alex? Will Liam and Noel have a proper fight for Damon?

Well, when I decide how to continue with this I’ll write it down XD

Britslash

2008-06-27T13:38:42Z

I think it's already the time to post this fic, I had it finished for a while (well, the first part) but I was feeling lazy. Oh, it's x-posted to modern_boys, which I hope it's not enterly dead.

Title: Action and Reaction (I know it's a dumb title but couldn't think anymore)
Author: hope_to_last (idea given by

childofbritpop, so thank her :D)
Rating: NC-17 overall, this part could be PG-15
Pairings: Liam/Damon, Noel/Damon, Graham/Damon
Summary: "They've fought over which songs to sing, which shoes to buy, and now they're fighting for their own 'enemy'?"
Disclaimer: *insert standard disclaimer here*

The sunlight of a new day caught them in bed, together. It would have been a pretty shocking sight for any casual observer, but since they were at Damon’s house it was alright cause no one could see them. Liam got up and left before his partner woke up.

DAMON

On this semiconscious state that follows when you try to wake after partying too much, Damon noticed that something was amiss. Oh yeah, haven’t he come home with someone else? Then he noticed a small piece of paper folded waiting for somebody to read it on the nightstand:

"Last night was wonderful,
but you better don’t tell anyone about it.
Liam"

Damon laughed at this "so typical of him" he thought. At last’s night’s party he found himself receiving all the attentions of an almost drunk Liam. It was true that at first that fucker managed to mistake him for a girl; that was the reason why he approached on first place. But when Liam recognised him his interest hadn’t faded. Damon found that weird and somewhat exciting. After a session of discrete making out and groping each other in the dark corners, they finally ended up at Damon’s house, and it was true, it had been surprisingly amazing. In fact Damon made an unexpected discovery: Liam could be sweet, oddly sweet and wild. He, who would have thought that a Gallagher could be gentle?"Of course I won’t tell anyone about this"

LIAM

After leaving Damon’s house he went directly to the studio, they had a group reunion to prepare some details of their next gig. He was greeted by an equally sleepy Guigsy, that guy seemed to be always recently woken up. Noel was standing on the opposite corner of the room, darkly looking at him.

"Morning, Noelie"

"You’re late. Where have you been?" Noel asked as a salute. While anyone else would think that Noel was asking him what he had been doing for arriving late, Liam knew his brother better to know that, in fact, Noel was asking him about last night.

"Oh, just hanging out, d’you know what I mean?" Liam responded smirking. He was sure Noel had seen them sneaking out and his brother was smart enough to figure the rest, but he wasn’t going to confirm anything at all. He knew that would get on Noel’s nerves, and after all pissing Noel off was his favourite game. "Anyway, what’s up with you bro? Why that dark face?"

"As you already know, we’re playing at Glastonbury’s festival in two weeks…"

"I thought that was a good thing" Liam chipped in

"And it is. Why don’t you let me finish?" Noel hissed "These Blur would also be there so…"

"So we have to demonstrate that we are the best! Wasn’t that what you were gonna say?" Liam finished for him.

"Yeah, and I also was going to tell you not to make anything stupid, we will have all those fookin’ tabloids correspondents following all our moves"

"Of course" Liam replied like a good child facing his parents and putting an innocent look for show."This is gonna be interesting"

DAMON

Damon clutched harder at the handles of the bag. He hated to admit that now he was in front of the hotel where Liam was staying in he was nervous.

Blur and Oasis were touring around England and their record company seemed to be making them perform always nearby of where Oasis were. It was the war of Britpop, and in a week both bands will be playing at Glastonbury. It will be the main event of the summer.
That night Liam forgot his jacket on Damon’s house. At first Damon panicked a bit, then he decided to hide it and return it to him before someone noticed it. It was a potential dangerous item to keep around, though Damon loved its scent, it smelled of Liam, of his aftershave. Everything sounded so right and simple in his head but now he wasn’t so sure. "Calm down, calm down. I’m just going to return the sodding jacket and then I run back with the guys" he repeated to himself while searching for Liam’s room. Finally he found it: room 204. Liam thought to himself. After that new information he barely paid attention during the rest of the reunion. he was just terrified of what would the tabloids say if they found out that he had slept with his official enemy! And there also was Graham, he was his best friend and he had also been his lover for more than three years now. He couldn’t afford Graham getting mad with him for a one-night thing, not even now that he was angry with him. Maybe their relationship wasn’t as good as before, but he still wanted to be with Graham.

He knocked and waited. Moments later Liam appeared on the door frame. He wasn’t wearing any shirt and his wet hair was dripping over his shoulders. It was pretty clear he had just taken a shower. Damon gulped and commanded himself to calm. He hadn’t expected to find him like this and now was completely captivated by a tiny stream of water running down his chest. It was useless to deny the reality: he was enjoying this.

"Damon?" Liam asked quite puzzled.

"Uh, you forgot your jacket on my house, you idiot" Damon answered shoving the bag in front of him.

"Making childish excuses to see me again?" Liam laughed

"I just was trying to be nice, you twat. And having your jacket at home could bring up a lot of question if someone noticed it!" Damon snapped back. He felt angry and hurt at Liam’s behaviour. Why he had to act like a brat most of times? He knew that Liam could be a nice guy if he wanted to. He shoved the bag with the jacket in Liam’s arms furiously before turning away.

"Damon…" he heard at his back

"What now?!"

"… thank you" Liam smiled sweetly at him before closing the door. That left Damon with his jaw open in surprise in the middle of the, thanks to God, empty corridor.

NOEL

Noel was thinking about all the stuff he had to pack up for the next performance when he literally tripped over someone at the hotel’s staircase.

"Hey, watch out where you…What the fuck are you doing here, Albarn?"

"Oh… I just…" Damon stuttered too surprised to respond coherently. Noel read through his awkwardness immediately: he had come to see Liam.

"What are you doing at the same hotel as us? Have you come ‘ere to see Liam?" Noel angrily questioned.

"And what if I’ve come to see him?" Damon retorted in a surge of bravado "You can’t tell me what to do!"

"Forget about that fucker" was Noel’s cold response. He was getting angrier by the second. He was the one who began the rivalry between their groups but that little slut of Albarn only had eyes for his foolish brother.

"Because you want him all for you?" Damon sarcastically said. Noel glared at him and slowly approached "N-Noel?" Damon asked nervously.

"What I want… is another thing… another person" he informed calmly as if he wasn’t forcefully pinning Damon against the wall. Damon looked pale and scared; it was to enticing to know that he had this control over him. "The question is… what do you want?" he whispered against Damon’s ear while his knee had sneaked between Damon’s legs and began to rub insistently against his crotch.

"Stop, please" Damon whine while trying not to moan as he was rubbed dry with that insistent knee.

"Really? What a shame" then Noel bit Damon’s neck, loving the feel of the pulse sped up under his lips.

"Noel!" Damon yelped half in pain and half aroused. The sound of footsteps ascending to the staircase brought them back to reality of their current not-so-proper situation in a place where anyone could appear at any moment.

"I’ll see you again at Glasto" Noel informed after kissing the red mark he’d left on Damon’s neck. Then he walked to his room.

Noel watched through his bedroom’s window as Damon almost run away from the hotel. "This festival it’s gonna be pretty interesting".

TO BE CONTINUED...

hope_to_last @ 2008-06-09T11:52:00

2008-06-09T09:59:22Z

It seems I'm developing the (bad) habit of writing at nights, and believe me, it's sooo unusual that I'm so productive!

Title:Of fights, making up and divorce.
Author: hope_to_last
Rating: PG-13 (maybe PG-15, I don’t know)
Disclaimer: after all those times I getting tired of disclaiming, so Liam’s all mine, you know? Just joking, Oasis owns themselves, and I neither own Mrs. Matthews, I just write crazy shit about them.
Author’s note: that’s an idea I had on my head for quite a long time, I thought it would be interesting to have another POV in the story. I hope it isn’t to crappy XD

Noel dropped his acoustic guitar to the side and sighed in frustration. The tune wasn’t working out as he expected. He leaned back in the sofa and sighed again. The recording session hadn’t worked out either and he decided that maybe he would be more inspired to compose something at home. He suspected that Andy, Gem and Alan blamed him for the tense atmosphere at the studio. They thought that, for the new album’s sake, it was already the time to make it up with Liam. What they didn’t know was that it wasn’t about Liam’s stubbornness or that Liam had hurt his feelings in their fight, no. It was a matter of resistance, to see who had more power over the other, to see who will break down first. And Noel knew he was probably going to lose. He hated the fact that, despite it was usually Liam who made him angry; he was even in a worse mood if he couldn’t check out what was Liam doing. And this was also the main reason of his lack of concentration, cause his mind was wandering again and again over the same issue.

Someone banged at the door. Noel considered ignoring the call but he was also curious to see who the visitor was. Curiosity won over apathy and, at the second call, he got up and opened the door.

"Hi Noelie" was the shy greeting

"Liam" he sternly acknowledged

"Can I come in?" Liam asked a bit insecure in front of the coldness of his brother.

Noel let him enter and closed the door behind them. Liam was waiting for him in the living room, standing awkwardly in silence on the middle of the room.

"…"

"What are you doing here?" Noel asked, getting to the point.

"I’m getting divorced"

"Really?"

"Yeah. I know I’m a dad now but I can’t stand her anymore. She was cool at first but now she only knows to bitch around; we spend the whole day arguing and that isn’t good to the boys either"

"You came here to tell me you’re leaving Patsy?" he asked slightly irritated

"No, in fact that wasn’t what I wanted to tell you at first"

"Then?" Noel inquired tiredly

"I… I’m sorry" was Liam’s small reply

"Wha-What?" Noel retorted completely puzzled. Liam never apologized to anybody.

"I said I’m sorry" he repeated, this time more clearly "I didn’t want to hurt or to scare you away. I was just mad, I didn’t mean my words. I love you"

"Well, sure as hell you really seemed to mean them" Noel wanted to kick himself for answering like this. When he got angry with Liam after their fight he’d done the only thing he knew it would get on his brother: stop any kind of contact with him. But in fact he never truly expected Liam to come to his home and apologize. Liam had said the thing he always wanted to hear, he said he was sorry and that he loved him. After all, he had won this battle, then why had had to answer in a way that predicted more disputes?

Liam’s soft reply was just "I miss you" and it send chills down Noel’s spine. Liam’s voice was strongly laced with longing and it was driving Noel insane with desire. He always wanted to see Liam’s vulnerable side; he was so beautiful like this. Liam’s blue eyes stared inquisitively at him.

"Noelie?" he asked bringing him back from his daydreams. Maybe it was really already the time to make it up, God, he really wanted to do it.

"I missed you too" Noel replied smiling. That was all that Liam needed to crash their bodies together in a tight hug, wanting so badly this contact between them. Noel smiled and hugged him closer, he finally had Liam where he liked the most: between his arms.

* * * * *

Meg Matthews was driving back home. She had spent the whole day in the city, making plans for a friend’s birthday and enjoying herself. Noel was again in the studio with the band and Peggy had taken little Anais to visit Patsy and the kids. What a lovely familiar reunion, Meg sarcastically thought to herself. She checked her watch again, she had enough time to take a bath and relax before anyone arrived home.

Meg frowned when she found the door unlocked, she was sure she had locked it before leaving. The house was pretty silent but she would have sweared that she heard some small noises coming from the living room. The door was ajar, so she could shelter herself while having a quick peep. Meg wasn’t prepared for what she found. She expected to find a burglar, maybe a stalker or even nothing at all; but never something like this. Her husband was on the couch with Liam straddling his lap and they were snogging senseless. Liam moaned as Noel’s hand found its way under his shirt and smoothly caressed his back. "Noel" Liam whispered breathly as his brother settled for kissing, nipping and marking his neck.

Meg turned away immediately, her pulse racing. She couldn’t believe it. She ran away silently, fearing to be caught, but they were too engrossed in their activities to notice anything at all.

Meg sat on the car trying to calm down. With shaky hands she lit a cigarette. It wasn’t a secret that their matrimony was pretty fucked up now, but she felt betrayed. Meg remembered the scene on the house and it was worse, Noel never showed this possessiveness nor this passion with her. Another girl was something she could deal with, something she could have understood, but not Noel’s bloody brother. She suddenly understood in a whole new level why the fights with Liam affected her husband so much.

She let out a bitter laugh but it scared her to detect a hysterical edge on it. She had suspected for a few months that all what Noel treasured of their relationship was Anais, and now there was the confirmation of how damn right were her thoughts; although she had never suspected something like this. "Congrats Noel, you’ve done a good job hiding it". She had to play it cool; it was something too shameful to let anyone know.

How could they dare to do such things on the house? She could walk into them; Peggy, their own mother, could walk into them, anyone could find out! When you discover that your husband is cheating on you with his brother what are you supposed to do? Meg wanted to scream. How could Noel dared to that to her? Maybe they’ve already had sex on her sofa, or even worse, on her bed. Meg shook her head; it was so perturbing to think about such things.

If the journalists had any hint of it she would be tagged as a mere cover for the incest of the decade, and that was something she didn’t want to bear. "Fuck Noel, if you want me to keep my mouth shut it’s going to cost you a lot of money". Tonight she was going to have a long (and predictably painful) conversation with her husband.

PS: I had to edit the entry twice to make it look decent... LJ sucks

Insomnia helps me write

2008-05-29T13:40:08Z

Last night I couldn't sleep till it was 5 in the morning, I just wasn't sleepy at all. During those long hours I finished watching Full Metal Alchemist, I wrote a new piece of fanfiction in less than two hours and I also read half of a new book. Then I finally fell asleep. So, here you have the madness I wrote at past midnight XD

Title:The reason
Author: hope_to_last
Pairing: Liam/Noel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Oasis owns themselves, cause if I owned them, then world would be a very twisted place XD I’m sorry to break your heart, but in case that you were wondering, it’s all made up!
Author's note: This one is for all the Liam/Noel shippers (cause I always wanted to dedicate a story XD)

I hate him. I hate how he crawls over the bed to reach me. I hate how he tenderly hugs and kisses my neck. After some more playful kisses and receiving anything else than my apparently indifference, he gets mores demanding.

Dear Lord, how did we come to this? I remember the very beginning of all. Liam was only fourteen, and the only thing I wanted to do was comforting him. I could feel his distress at me leaving to go roadie with Inspiral Carpets, but he only showed his displeasure with anger towards me and to almost everybody who had the bad luck of annoying him, something very easily by the way. I feigned more indifference towards him with every day that passed, because showing emotions right away is something we never knew how to do, I think cause it made us feel uncomfortable. But my insides ached at the thought of leaving for such a long time before we made up. And then he just caught me packing up.

"Have fun this year out of the town. Well, at least I won’t have to see yer face every fookin’ day" he venomously said, clearly angered.

"Don’t worry about that, Liam. Maybe if I had enough fun, I’ll never come back, then neither of us won’t have to see each other’s face anymore"

"You don’t know anything!" he nearly screamed at this.

Then I pushed him against the wall and before he could react, I kissed him. Not just a peck on the lips. My tongue intruded his mouth and he eagerly accepted it, quickly setting a delicious battle. We became more frantic and Liam shyly rested his arms on my shoulders. That’s when I snapped back to reality. I backed away from him in horror. Liam was just a kid! My own little brother, furthermore. How in hell could I’ve done this? I left without saying a word. When I came back home Liam had grown into a fine young man, but neither of us had outgrew that little issue. None of us has ever been the talkative tipe so, when we’re alone we barely speak, we just act. That’s how all this began.

He’s now straddling me, sucking and nipping at my collarbone. The little twat knows that I don’t want any marks left on my skin, but he insists on marking me every fookin’ time.

"Come on, Noel" he breathly whispers on my ear

"No" I reply in what I hope it’s a neutral tone

"No? Does it means that you don’t want to take me?" he says like he’s saddened while rubbing our clothed groins together.

"We shouldn’t… we should have never begun. I won’t do it anymore"

"Really?" he says rubbing himself on me like a dog in heat "cause I can feel that your body is willing to continue" he purrs in a soft voice. Of course he can feel that I’m aroused, he’s sat on it and that rubbing thing didn’t help. He slowly unbuttons my shirt, caressing every inch of skin that’s exposed on the way.

"Don’t…" I could never finish cause then his mouth is suddenly sucking with force at one of my nipples and it feels heavenly. I try to bit back a moan but he must have sensed it, cause then he begins to roll my other nipple between his fingers while still sucking at the other.

He backs away and it confuses me. Wasn’t he the one eager to continue? Then, why has he stopped all of sudden? Liam’s standing on front of the bed, slowly undressing himself, like putting on a little show for me With every piece of cloth that is tossed carelessly on the floor I feel my own pants getting tighter and more constricting. When he does get rid of all his garments, he comes back with that devilish smirk painted on his face.

"I can help you with those pants, you know?" he says while unzipping them. His hand gets lost inside my pants and he massages me through my boxers. My hips automatically buck upwards and I hear Liam chuckle. Shit, I was supposed to stop all this, not to practically beg for it.

When we’re both fully naked Liam resumes his rubbing. The feel of naked skin against naked skin is wonderful and I can’t pretend anymore that I’m not enjoying this.

"You still don’t want to fuck me?" Liam asks. I remain silent, trying to regain some composure but he doesn’t let me enough time to do it. "Don’t worry Noel, there are other ways"

He kisses the tip of my erection and sets to land feather light kisses on the whole length. I know he’s taunting me with his soft lips. Those same lips that taunted me in dreams for such a long time. I relax my body when his lubed hands are smoothly sliding up and down my painful hardness.

"I love the feeling of your hard cock pulsing on my hands" Liam says looking at me. I know that he really meant it, and for some reason that makes me hotter.

It seems he’s done with the taunting, or that’s what I thought before one of his hands slides further down past my dick till a finger ventures around my pucker. He slowly shoves a finger in. It feels weird to have Liam fingering me, but it isn’t as bad as I feared it to be. I realise that, in some way I find exciting to have Liam stretching me, preparing me, cause I know what surely comes next. We have done it a few times before today, but the other way round, with Liam in my place. He swirls the fingers inside me, rubbing something and making me scream and shudder in pleasure. Holy shit! I began to understand why Liam was always so eager to have sex, that sensation was amazing.

"Liam…" I choke out in a pleading voice, I even forgot what I wanted to say

"He, who’s the slutty one now, Noel?" He pants, removing the fingers out of me. He’s also sounding too desperate, but he turns around, like searching something around the bed. He grabs a belt and turns with a strange grin on hi face.

"Uh, Liam, what in hell is that belt for?" I cautiously ask. He has the strange ability to come up with some bizarre ideas. Truth to be told, I’m a bit afraid of what he might do with that belt. It’s not that I don’t trust him and I neither expect him to really hurt me, but you may never know how our kid’s gonna act in an uncommon situation. Shit, you probably couldn’t neither foretell how’s he going to react in a common situation, cause he is quite unpredictable.

"Slutty boys need some punishment, do you know what I mean?" he answers while pinning my hands over my head. I rest there, astonished at his words. He then brings the belt up and… secures my hands with it around the headboard of the bed. What the fuck? I suppose my confusion is clear on my face since I hear him chuckle.

"I won’t hurt you Noel, unless you want me to"

I try to move my hands, but he’s done a good job securing them, I only can twist the position of my wrists a bit. While I was testing the belt’s resistance Liam has spread my legs wide for him. He slowly pushes himself in me and I hiss. It burns.

"You gotta relax, it would be a lot better. Believe me" he advises me, lazily licking my earlobe. I try to follow his instructions, but I discover that it’s easier to say than to do it. I don’t get relaxed but somehow I got partially used to the feeling of having something inside me. He continues to push all the way in and that’s not as bad as the beginning. I thought that he would settle for a slow pace at first, but he doesn’t move, in fact he doesn’t do anything. I can’t hold the expectation any longer and I move my hips, signalising him to do the same.

"Don’t be impatient like a kid, Noelie" he admonishes me mockingly. I would have smacked him if my hands weren’t tied up. But he eventually moves, and it isn’t a slow rhythm, it’s hard and fast. I discover that I love how he pulls out only to ram in with force, I moan like I’ve never done it before. It seems that tonight I’m discovering some new things. Then he hits that spot again and I see the stars, almost literally.

"God, Liam, do that again" I plead shamelessly. For once he doesn’t argue with me and grants my request. He hits that spot again and again and again. I’m overwhelmed with pleasure and my restrained range of movement only forces me to concentrate even more in the sensations. We both begin to moan in unison, Liam sometimes mumbling something that sounded like "…so good, Noel, so good…"

"Touch me, please" I ask him, I’m so fucking close to cumming that I think I can’t hold any longer. Liam moves his hand to my cock, but he presses his thumb on the tip, preventing me to cum. I would have complained at this if he hadn’t chose in that moment to pull in and out of me with even more force, the joints of the bed clanking with each move. The way Liam hits my spot with every thrust is making me insane with pleasure and I move my hips to meet his. Liam’s now moaning my name over and over and that turns me delirious, I writhe my body under him and I dig my nails on my hands, I can’t do anything else to relive that aching sensation of pleasure that has taken over my body. I scream Liam’s name out loud when I feel him climaxing and he removes his thumb from my cock. White strands of come squirt every where on my chest and stomach. lay there panting as Liam finally removes the sodding belt from around my wrists, then he collapses at my side. I look at him, and he grazes my arm softly, like asking me permission for something. I’ve never understood why Liam gets shy after a good fucking. I already know what he wants, so I hold him between my arms and he lets out a happy sigh. Neither of us speaks, but our unspoken words linger in the air.

As I was saying before, I hate him for making me weak, I know I can barely deny him anything. But I hate myself even more for turning him like this, for making him desire this. It makes me sick, I know I really should stop, yet the only thing that I crave for and helps me feel alive is him.

And yes, I'm posting this at OasisSlash too.

We're not done yet!

2008-05-16T12:48:08Z

I fucking hate how LJ is messing my entries and then I have to edit them. Oh, wait, there's another fic I almost forgot!
It's just a short drabble about Muse (yes, I've finally wrote some Muse!!). It's, by far, the most innocent piece of fiction I've ever wrote:

Title: The end of the world
Author: hope_to_last
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: I would say PG (PG-13 being on the safe side)
Summary: Matt wants a certain answer.
Disclaimer: ~~Matt and Dom are mine~~. I’m not from Warner Records, so I just own my computer from where I’m posting this piece of fiction. Also, I’m so sorry for the boys’ girlfriends, they’re always being put aside in our stories (that’s nothing personal) XD

Matt and Dom were having a beer after a brief recording session. Or maybe it was better to say that it was an attempt of a recording session. Since Matt run off of inspiration they decided to move from the wonderful yet slightly creepy Chateau Miraval to the lively New York city. But Matt was still out of inspiration and every time they tried to record something it ended with him depressed telling how much the stuff they tried suck.

Today was one of these moments when Dom had a couple of beers with him after one of those recording attempts. Chris went out with Kelly, who had come to see her husband for a while in the whole month as she said. So they two were at their own, relaxing a bit in the empty studio.

"What would you do if you knew that the world was gonna end tomorrow?" Matt suddenly asked out of the blue.

"I see that you’re in one of your optimistic moods, aren’t you?" Dom snickered sarcastically

"No, I mean, seriously. How would you like to spend your last hours in a situation like that?" he asked again, his voice laced with curiosity and worry

"I have no idea, but if I have news of the world’s end, I’ll call you, ok?" Dom laughed

"The world could end at any moment, you know? A meteor impacting against the Earth, a black hole, an atomic war…" he went on, his face unconsciously showing his fascination with the issue.

"You need stop drinking. And I thought you had quit taking those funghi magici of yours." Dom said, uneasy with the turn of the conversation.

"What would you do?" Matt pestered, completely ignoring his friend’s last comment

"Uh, well… I…" then he sighs "I don’t know. I suppose I will call mom and tell I love her, contact with my sister, have a last drink with my bandmates… a last fuck will also be nice"

"I mean, in the very last moments. Would you think about God, reminisce about the good times you’ve had in life or just cry and desperate in front of the injustice of such scenario?"

"…"

"Uh, look, I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, I just was curious…"

"I’d like to spend the very last moments with an special person" Dom replies almost mumbling.

"You mean… with Jessica?"

"… no…" he answered after thinking about it.

The atmosphere of the room quietened to an unbelievable degree, the only detectable sound above their breathing was the clock, ticking the seconds away like a countdown to that supposed end of the world.

"And what would you do at the end of the world, Matt?"

"Well, I’d spent my last hours with the most important person for me" he replies with a tiny smile full of genuine affection.

"Is really Gaia that important to you?" Dom asked awed at the revelation, but also with a strange feeling in his gut, telling him to stop hearing that.

Then Matt closed the gap between their bodies and, grabbing Dom by the collar of his shirt, pulled them both even closer.

"No" he answers, his hot breath colliding against Dom’s lips. And Matt kissed him, chastely at first. Just soft lips pressed against soft lips. But soon the kiss turned into something more passionated, tongues probing each other’s mouths, soft loving bites and sucking on the lips. When the lack of oxygen was unbearable, they pulled apart, panting. Matt grinned at his partner.

"Wow… as I said before… the world’s not gonna end tomorrow, Matt!" Dom laughed, but that wasn’t a sarcastically laughter like before. That one makes him feel light-headed and giggly like he was a teenager again.

"I also pointed before that you may never know. And I think you also said something of a fuck?" Matt asked playfully, mischief painted on his face.

I always forget to post my fics here

2008-05-16T12:42:06Z

Seriously, I don't know why I always end posting my fics on my journal sooo late *sighs*
Anyway, I bring new material (I wonder if someone reads this :P): this one is x-posted to kasabianslash

Title: I don’t think you realise he’s coming for your neck.
Author: hope_to_last
Pairing: Serge/Tom
Rating: NC-17 (it’s pretty much a pwp)
Disclaimer: this never happened ~~as much as we know.~~ I'm a poor girl who doesn't own anything :P
Author’s note: little one-shot I had stuck in my mind for the last week and yesterday I finally had some time to type it down. Er, it’s developed to be a bit smutty (damn my dirrrtyyy mind). Also, it’s possible I’ve messed up the characters a bit (self-confidence? No, I think that I don’t know what it means XD)

You follow the boys to the backstage area, heading to the dressing room. The roaring of the audience still fills your ears and the dampened shirt clings heavily to your body. You reach the small room and enter eagerly before quickly tossing you shirt apart. The clothes smell of sweat and smoke and you’re more than happy to have the chance of getting changed before you go to the pub.

The door is suddenly closed at your back, the unexpected sound startling you. Leaning against the now recently blocked exit is Serge. You acknowledge his presence with a nod and he nods back to you. At the moment, he’s looking a bit demented, his gaze never leaving you and a little smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. He looks predatory, and you’re relieved to actually know the man on the door, if not you wouldn’t be so calm.

"Have you had fun, Tom?" he asks in a surprisingly ironical tone

"I always have fun at the performances, Serge" you laugh

The next thing your brain registers is how hard his fingertips are pressed on your shoulders and how effectively his strong arms are pinning your bare torso against the cold wall. You let out a gasp of surprise as breath leaves you momentarily. You know he had taken coke before going onstage, but by now the effects of the high should have been subsided. Maybe it’s the effects of the coke mixed with the rush of adrenaline that usually follows performances. Sometimes he gets weird after doing some drugs.

"Serge! What…" you trail off before hissing as he digs his nails on your skin down you chest, leaving a trail of red marks that begins on your already bruised left shoulder. He then proceeds to soothingly lick the irritated skin, making you suck your breath in when he reaches your nipple and bites it softly. He removes his other hand from your shoulder in favour of attending your neglected nipple and suddenly his hot breath is on your neck and he’s sucking at you pulse, marking your skin with small bites and kisses. Your knees go weak at that and you’re really glad that Serge is still supporting your weight. The possessiveness of his acts is so clear and the only thing you can do is clutching desperately at his sweat soaked shirt.

"Our Tom always has fun, indeed" Serge mutters on your neck before pressing your hips together. You let out a small noise between a moan and a little whine before he begins to grind your crotches, then you almost forget how to breathe. He continues for a while until he decides he’s got enough of this and begins to unfasten your jeans.

All of sudden, you’re afraid. You’re afraid to continue with this, but you’re also scared to stop it. You’re afraid of the rest of the group walking in and finding this out. You’re afraid, but more than all you don’t know what to do.

"What happens Tom? Afraid that your Karloff will find out?" he asks bitterly, putting a special emphasis in the word your. And then the whole thing kicks you.

"Don’t tell me you’re jealous, Serge!" you ask in earnest surprise

"… shut the fuck up" he grunts sliding your pants down in one fluid motion. You feel very exposed in front of his boldness and you’re going to complain when he grabs your quickly forming hard on and strokes it leisurely.

"ngh… Serge…" you pant closing your eyes at the surge of pleasure. It feels weird to know that Serge is actually wanking you, but it feels so damn good to care so much about that detail.

"You… mmm… don’t need… to get jealous Serge… Karloff’s only…"

"I’ve told you to shut the fuck up" he growls speeding up his motion and attacking you collarbone, kissing and nipping at it. You let out a shaky moan, muffled by Serge’s shoulder. Maybe it’s better to let him do you reason to yourself, your mind too fogged with pleasure to try anything else. He tenderly kisses the red mark on your neck juncture and sucks your earlobe "Just shut up"

"ah… Serge, I’m gonna…" but you could never finish your sentence, because then he squeezes your aching erection harder and you come all over his hand with a scream you can’t contain, the white fluid dripping down his fingers as he pumps you a couple more of times.

Both of you remain speechless, you regaining your breath, and Serge watching his handy work. Then a loud thump on the door makes you both jump in surprise

"C’mon Tom, you’re not a girl! How more time you need to get changed?" Ian says annoyed from the other side. Serge only smirks at your surprised face.

Auto pimping

2008-05-01T20:44:35Z

Since wts_fic went down I've been thinking about making a site that would gather all the Oasis slash i know of, and I'm glad to say I've finally finished! It's the first time I do something like this, but it actually works *gasp* so if you want to have a look I'd be so pleased ^^ http://www.freewebs.com/oasisslash/
And yes, I've been pretty influenced by catlinbee's site

Thanks!

After a (such not) long time...

2008-04-29T13:54:25Z

Yes, it's time to post some more fic. I stil don't know where this little twisted story came from. Ah, wait, it came from my mind XD

Author: hope_to_last
Title: Party hard
Rating: NC-17 (not so safe)
Warnings: sex, incest, drug use, bad language, slightly BDSM and spanking… Maybe I should put also the dubious consent warning.
Pairings: Noel/Liam (but if you look hard enough there's some Damon/Liam hinted)
Summary: Liam woke up tied up on an hotel bed
Disclaimer: If that happened for real I would be horrified and scarred. Since it’s only a silly story I made up, there’s no harm :D

Liam suddenly woke up with a hell of a headache. His vision was slightly blurred and unfocused. He wanted to massage soothingly his temples, but couldn’t move his hands. After a few seconds struggling he noticed with utter horror that he was tied up on the bed. The cotton sheets rubbed roughly against his stomach as he tried to pull the ropes, causing them to bite more at his vulnerable and already irritated flesh. He also noticed in shock a leather whip discarded on the bed, near his leg. This was completely ridiculous; he was fookin’ Liam Gallagher, he couldn’t be naked and tied up helplessly in a bloody hotel bed! The offended singer tried to recall what led him last night to the current situation.

… Oh, yeah, he could recall about a party last night, in Jarvis’ house maybe. He drank, smoked weed and even snorted coke like there was no tomorrow. Right, there was the cause of his headache. He also remembered Noel telling him to behave like a person, not like a spoiled kid and more shite like that. His brother could be such a pain in the arse! Later he’d been flirting with a pretty blonde, but she ignored him more than he could handle without losing his interest in her. He was already very stoned when he began playing a drinking game with some lads, but Liam couldn’t remember who were they. After a few rows one of the lads suggested going to the hotel two streets away and try to find some nice, willing bird to have fun. Then Liam couldn’t remember anything else till he woke up tied like a fookin’ Christmas present…

And what the hell was going to happen now? He wasn’t able to do anything else than wait until someone, probably a cleaning lady, found him. Then if he was lucky, maybe he could leave without the hotel personnel making a fuss and avoid the fookin’ journalists who were always waiting behind any corner.

Great, he had just been raped and didn’t know whom to blame. But, what if it had been a consensual game? He knew damn well his own kinky side and, being honest, he was a little curious about having sex with another guy, of course not like this. After all, trying everything was his motto in life. Liam groaned in frustration at his inability of getting rid of this ridiculous situation. Where was Noel when he could be really helpful?

****

Noel was worried because the absence of Liam. He would never admit being worried about his little brother, or that wanker as called Liam sometimes, so he disguised his feelings with anger. Then, Noel was angry with Liam for disappearing last night. He better went out to find him before they had the bad luck of the press discovering him in a not so proper situation, as he was prone to be found.

The house was still in process of recovery after the effects of the party. Noel asked Jarvis if he’d seen that stupid brother of his, but he hadn’t. Then Damon, with a smug smirk that made Noel want to punch him on the face, told he was pretty sure last time Liam was heading to the hotel. All right, he could check it. Noel grunted his acknowledgement of the information and went to the hotel before the impulse of punching Damon and his stupid smile was too much for him.

The receptionist recognised him since the moment he stepped in the hall. After five minutes, Noel deduced through her babbling that last night a bunch of guys had a room on the third floor, and one of them adjusted suspiciously to Damon’s description. What the hell? He told the receptionist that one of his friends forgot the wallet on the room. She gave him the key with a bright smile. It had been a lot easier than he’d thought.

Behind the door of the room he found Liam, lying on his stomach. All naked and displayed on the bed and secured with ropes. In that moment, instead of a rock’n’roll star, Liam resembled more a whore. Why was always he involved in some way in those disgusting games of his brother?

Liam sensed someone behind him, looking at the bed.

"Uh, hello?" he asked hopefully

Liam never expected the hand that impacted hard against his bare arse and whimpered in surprise. A quick succession of slaps on his ass-cheeks was not so unexpected after the first one. The stranger stopped his ministrations to grab something.

"Shite, that’s the whip" Liam gathered.

The blows came short after, and the leather strips left red marks on the sensitive skin of his thighs. As suddenly as it had begun it ended, and a much-welcomed hand that caressed soothingly his reddened and hot skin replaced the whip. It felt good. Liam noticed in surprise that he was hard as a rock. Had he really enjoyed being tied and spanked mercilessly by a stranger? However, his train of thoughts was abruptly interrupted when Liam felt his ass-cheeks being pulled apart and a wet, slick finger began rubbing his entrance. It wasn’t that bad, and before he could decide otherwise his muscles unconsciously relaxed against the touch.

After a while of massaging and pressing, Liam felt a thick fluid dribbling out of him and his face heated up with embarrassment. There was no doubt it was come of a previous and unremembered fuck. Nevertheless, the sight of the tiny stream of semen leaking out of him had an arousing effect on his unknown partner, judging by the ragged and heavy breathing. The stranger smeared the come over his entrance before penetrating him forcefully and without warning. The intrusion kind of burned and Liam whimpered again. The stranger didn’t stop till he was fully sheathed, his balls against Liam’s sore arse, and then he began pulling in and out with no regards. All the pain was quickly forgotten when the thick cock brushed a certain spot inside him.

"Oh, fuck!" Liam yelled unable to control himself. It had felt better than anything else he could remember had.

The stranger apparently took the hint and brushed the spot in some way with every thrust. Liam tried to stifle his moans and his shame with the pillow, but there was no use. Then the stranger gently bit him on the back of the neck and Liam melted. He’d never been into forceful sex or bondage before, but that felt so good.

"Oh, yes, yes!" he groaned in ecstasy when that wonderful spot was directly pressed again. To hell with dignity, he was going to come and without even touching his dick.

The stranger seemed to know exactly what he was thinking and a sneaky hand crept under him and took his hard length. Using the precome as lube the skilfully hand began jerking him in synchronicity with the hard, nice thrusts.

"mmh, fuck yes!" Liam screamed. Then he came, his orgasm blinding him for a moment. He’d never felt a release so intense like that. After a few thrusts his partner came inside him. The experience reminded him slightly about of his teenager fantasy of Noel and him sucking each other off; it felt wonderful, especially after a good wank, but it left him uneasy. Like this. He heard the sound of a zipper being pulled up, but oddly enough the stranger didn’t leave. Instead, he sighed and after a while he began to undo the knots of the rope on Liam’s ankles.

"You better be glad I’m not a journalist of NME or something like that, you little wanker" Noel spoke angrily as he worked the ropes out.

Old idea, new fic

2007-12-18T18:54:25Z

This had been sometime around my head (as creepy as it might sound), but I don't know why I haven't write it down 'till now.

Title: Closeness
Author: hope_to_last
Pairing: Noel/Liam (what did you expect?)
Rating: NC-17 (I tried to keep it PG-15, but… I couldn’t :P)
Warnings: Bad langauge, mentions of drug use, incest, sex and all that jazz.
Disclaimer: I hope they’ll never see this, coz they’ll beat me up for sure XD. This is all FICTION, dear fellows.

Noel hated this kind of situations. Dealing with a cocked up Liam at 3 AM wasn’t one of his favourite pastimes.

Liam showed up banging like mad at the door just a while ago, and Noel made him enter only to stop all the fucking noise he was doing. It had become a usual situation in the past two months. Liam always came up to him blaming and complaining about this and that before collapsing in a drug-alcoholic sleep. Then Noel would drag him to the bed, if he was in a generous mood, or simply leave him in the couch and go himself to have some rest.

Tonight Noel was letting him talk randomly about everything he wanted just hoping he will quickly fall asleep. But Liam was still so awake, so Noel brought another bottle of whiskey, believing that some more drinks will help him to bore this. Liam fixed himself another glass of whiskey (and only God knows how much he drank before in the pub). He licked his lips in that sensual manner of him when he finished and sighed in a highly dramatically way. Noel waited, knowing how theatrical was his brother. Liam lit up a cigarette; he exhaled a puff of smoke and shook his head.

"I feel like I’m dying, Noel. I’m empty"

Noel wanted to laugh and smack that little brat of a brother he had.

"My arse" he grunted instead.

"No, no. I’m young but I’m in a famous band, I’m a rockstar, you see? And I’ve tried everything and every drug… and I fucked everybody. There’s nothing left that I haven’t done! I’m getting old, I feel like dying!"

Noel took a large sip of his drink before answering.

"If you fucked every girl you’ve seen, why don’t you begin fucking boys?" he said mockingly.

"Dear bro, when I said I’ve fucked everybody, I meant everybody" Liam said dragging his cig.

"Well, I’m pretty sure you haven’t fucked Bonehead or Guigsy. And thank the Lord, you haven’t fucked me"

"No…that’s true" Liam retorted in a staggered manner.

An awkward silence filled the room after this. Noel could feel Liam’s inquisitive gaze on him and he emptied his glass at once.

"You’re quite hot, ya know?" Liam said giggling like a teenie. Like a drunken teenie to be more exact. Noel had another drink before leading the conversation to another direction.

"So… Are you gay?"

"Hell, of course not!" Liam yelled.

"But you like boys"

"It’s only sex. And I do like girls. A lot" he clarified.

"It doesn’t surprise me at all" Noel said ignoring his annoyed brother "You’ve always been so campy" he finished grinnig.

"I’m not campy" Liam stated out

"You are"

"I’m fookin’ not"

"As you wish" Noel mocked him

Liam waved his hand dismissing his brother’s comment, and truth to be told it resulted campy.

"See? You’re campy and a queer" Noel pointed out suppressing a laugh.

"You’re an ignorant" Liam said acting like offended "You should try it before bashing" he adviced half-serious and half jokingly.

"Maybe I’ll do it"

"You’re tempting me" Liam answered looking at him amused.

"Tempting you to do what?" Noel asked.

Liam softly moved and before Noel could ever realise Liam crawled over his body and sat on hi lap, like he was riding him. Noel gulped. The youngest tangled his fingers in his brother’s hair before pressing their lips together.

Noel was having a hard time trying not to indulge himself and gave into the kiss, and asked himself why the hell was he growing hard at an alarming pace. He wasn’t succeeding at all, and when he felt Liam sucking his tongue and softly moaning he let himself go in the blurry dark of wild passion.

The bright sunlight hurt his eyes so he kept them shut. Through his massive hangover Noel vaguely realised the soft sensation of the linen sheet on his naked body. Someone moved a bit, slightly freeing him of its embrace. Noel tried to roll over to see who was but his arse sent waves of stinging pain all over him, so he lay still. What happened last night? He sighed happily as this other person unconsciously caressed his side with soft fingertips. Then he slowly moved to finally see his yet unknown lover.

"… Liam!" Noel nearly choked out.

"… What the fuckin’ fuck…?" Liam winced at this, obviously startled and struggling with his own hangover.

Noel had a death grip on the sheets around him and a look of bewilderment painted on his face.

"We… we didn’t…" he muttered like pleading.

He saw a tiny stream of dried blood across Liam’s bare thighs and he also noticed the nail marks and scratchs on his lower back when his brother got up. What the bloody hell had they done? Liam gathered his clothing, which was unceremoniously tossed over the floor, and began to dress as quickly as he could. All the time avoiding to look at Noel.

"Uh… see ya later, mate" he said before literally disappearing of Noel’s sight.

Noel was left on his place, alone, still unable to react.

This day Liam didn’t appear in the studio for recording, and Noel knew which was the cause. He. Noel felt slightly unease and like he had to apologise. But that was ridiculous, he thought, like Liam said before that that night, it was only sex. Moreover, Liam himself said he had fucked boys before, right? Every time Noel thought he actually had sex with his little brother felt like a stabbing pain in the head. Wait, had Liam ever been fucked before that night? Noel didn’t know but for some unknown reason he was sure that the answer was not. Noel’s pulse raced at the thought and he found very disturbing not knowing clearly enough if it was because of excitement or culpability. Maybe he was getting as dramatically as his brother.

The dream was just too much for him. Noel woke up all sweaty in the middle of the night, painting and terrified. In fact, he was terrified of his reactions. He had been dreaming of a sweet Liam offering himself to him, yelling in utter ecstasy as he pounded him hard. Then they changed positions, the way they fit perfectly together, the sheer bliss they shared… It had been too similar to what really happened the other night. And the fact he woke up rock-hard wasn’t helping to calm him. He was extremely confused by now. He hadn’t had those kind of kinky dreams since long, and they haven’t been featuring another bloke, much less his own little brother. Why he was so horny all of sudden?

His throbbing cock was in serious need of attention and Noel couldn’t help imagining if Liam would wrap his soft lips around his shaft and suck him off in that wonderful way he did until he cum in his mouth.

Someone banged at the door, hard, and Noel jumped in the air. It was 4.10 AM since he checked his alarm clock. Who in the bloody hell was?

"Oi Noel, I know you’re here. Open the door!" Liam shouted.

Needless to say, Noel run to open the door. Liam came in and went directly to the couch, before collapsing in it.

"What are ya doing here now?" Noel asked barely believing the surreal situation. He had been having a hot and incestuous fantasy and the subject of his wild thoughts had just walked in his dining room.

"I just wanted to visit my dear brother" Liam slurred in an alcohol thicked voice.

"You didn’t show up today in the studio" Noel said softly while sitting next to him.

"Ha, who cares ‘bout the sodding studio?" I didn’t show up coz I hate you"

"I think you need to sleep" Noel said to his contradictory brother.

"No, I needn’t. I fookin’ hate you for being a fookin’ coward. I hate you coz you’re ashamed of what happened, coz you’re afraid of admitting you wanted it to happen as much as I did!" Liam stormed out.

"You know what? You’re right, I freaked out"

Silence reigned in the room. None of them knew what to say. Noel was more than aware of the pulsing bulge in his pyjama’s pants and the feeling of Liam’s leg next to his, rubbing his, didn’t help so much.

Liam experimentally kissed him on the corner of the mouth before running his mouth along Noel’s and ravishing it. Just kissing was enough to set fire on them and Noel firmly rubbed his groin against Liam’s thigh. Liam took the hint and soon his nimble fingers brought Noel’s pants down, exposing his raging hard prick.

"Look at ya, leaking in my hand. Don’t you find this disgusting anymore, bro’ ?" Liam chuckled while lightly caressing the heated member. The slit glistened with pre-cum.

"Is that all you’re going to do?" Noel grunted in desperation.

"Someone’s eager tonight" Liam smirked before rubbing his thumb on the sensitive tip of the cock.

Then he sunk down to the floor, kneeled in front of Noel’s crotch, and replaced the fingers with his tongue and lips, softly licking and kissing along the shaft. Noel bucked his hips but two strong hands held him in place. Then Liam slowly engulfed as much as he could of the throbbing cock in front of him. Noel looked downwards and watched in awe as himself disappeared in Liam’s mouth. Noel’s loud groans mingled in the air with Liam’s wet sounds of sucking and humming. He run his velvety tongue over the underside of the cock, along the pulsing vein just before slightly probing the slit on the head and sucking hard around it. Noel lost all the remaining control he had and used his hands to guide Liam up and down in his bobbing motion, pushing himself further in his brother’s throat. By this point, Noel had slid down on the couch so Liam had the irresistible of urge of sucking one of his fingers and rubbing Noel’s entrance with it. Noel pushed his hips against it before pushing again against the hot mouth that was devouring him. Liam took that as an invitation of slipping the finger in and move it in circles, brushing a spot that had the effect of making Noel spurt uncontrollably in Liam’s obscenely talented mouth with a scream of satisfaction. Noel pulled away panting and approached his face to Liam’s.

"That was simply amazing" he praised after licking away the remains of the creamy fluid in Liam’s chin "Are you going to stay here tonight?"

"Won’t you freak out again in the morning?"

"I think I won’t, but we’ll never find out if you don’t sleep here"

"Ok, then I’m staying here. Are you really sleepy, Noel?" Liam finished with a naughty smirk.

Funny silly things

2007-12-12T21:04:37Z

Stealed from

narcoticrainbow

1. Go to the Wikipedia home page and click random article. That is your band's name.
2. Click random article again; that is your album name.
3. Click random article 15 more times; those are the tracks on your album.

Despite I don't have any band (and it doesn't seem probable I will ever have), imagination has no limits :P I like this kind of games, so here we go:

Band’s name: Asterophorum (God, that sounds like my botany’s class)
Album’s name: Villar Pellice (Sounds kinda rural, doesn’t it?)

John Jefferson Bray
Émile Borel
Man Beast
List of valleys in India
WYSL (wtf?)
Shreveport Sports
White Christmas (so in date :D)
Republican Kambojas
Typhoon Fitow
Floss (it would be a pretty interesting song XD)
Hazer
Beswick
Marine Aviation Logistics Squadron 16
Operation Flaming Dart (LOL)
Pepto-Bismol (that’s from chemistry class XD)

Silly fic

2007-12-04T11:12:08Z

This is another fic I forgot to post here when I wrote it (God, lately I forgot lots of things XD). This was originally posted on modern_boys

Title: Editing a classic tale: The little mermaid.
Pairing: Read and find out! :P (Damon, Graham, Alex, Jarvis)
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: So, this is the britpop mermaid!

*A/N: I blame my friends for watching The little mermaid the other night. And I specially blame the one who suggested that I should mess up a bit the argument/characters to do the story funnier. Uhm, maybe the bottle of gin we drank had also something to do with it XD

Once upon a time, in the wonderful kingdom of the sea there lived a little, beautiful mermaid called Damon. He was the son of the King of the sea, Dave. King Dave was so angry at these moments, coz little disobedient Damon had forgotten again going to the concert that was supposed to take place tonight.

But our little mermaid found much more interesting to investigate sunken ships. Humans were so weird… Wait! What was that thing with six strings and a long neck? He picked randomly at the strings, creating a strange sound. Unfortunately for him, the sounds lure a shark to there, so our Damon had to run away in order to avoid ending up like a sushi roll.

In his runaway, he bumped into a really large ship. He snooped a bit through a hole and there he saw one of the most charming humans of the world: Prince Graham. Sadly enough, normal ships usually haven’t holes and the ship sunk. Moreover, the weather decided it was a good moment to settle for a storm. Seeing that prince Graham will drown, Damon helped him. Our little mermaid drove him to the beach and then he proceeded to undress him… coz he could catch a cold with these wet clothes on! Damon was delighted removing Graham’s clothing when he heard someone walking towards them, so he quickly left. Back in the kingdom of the sea, King Dave paid no attention to his rants about Prince Graham. But Damon really wanted to see Graham again, so he had an idea: visiting his old friend, the Wizard of the Sea, Jarvis.

Jarvis understood him very well and helped him with a spell that converted him into a lovely ~~lady~~ boy, so this way he could go to the palace and flirt with Graham. But things were boring this way. Very wise Jarvis decided to improve things a bit, and decided to send his minion Steven Alexander disguised as the charming Cindy. Prince Graham really liked Alex/Cindy and Damon blamed Jarvis for this turn of the events. Jarvis told him he would take Cindy/Alex away with him, but this made Graham upset. Then Jarvis had a brilliant idea:
"Why don’t we had an orgy?"
And so they did.

FIN

Belated fic

2007-12-04T11:06:41Z

I posted this over a month ago on

wts_fic but I totes forgot to post it here as I usually do! Anyway, here's the (belated) fic:

Title: Bored
Author: hope_to_last
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 (this is mainly pure smut, you get warned!)
Pairing: Noel/Liam
Summary: Liam’s bored and runs into Noel for attention
Disclaimer: Never happened as far as I know (but if you find otherwise, tell me please XD)

Noel was lying on his hotel bed. It had been a hell of a week with lots of interviews and he was tired. So he welcomed so much any relax time. Interviews could be such a boring and stupid thing. He had almost fallen asleep when someone opened the door. He kept his eyes shut and didn’t turn to see who was. As Noel heard the steps approaching to the bed he internally prayed that whoever it was would think he was asleep and had enough compassion to let him alone. But he hadn’t such luck. The other person sat on the edge of the bed, next to him, and tugged at his shirt sleeve.

"Oi, Noel, I’m bored" Liam pouted

Why of all the people who could have come in it had to be Liam, his annoying baby brother? It wasn’t he hated Liam. No. He was his brother, he could never really hate him. But Noel thought that sometimes he disliked him. And that could be one of these moments. It wasn’t his problem if Liam was bored, he wasn’t a fookin’ clown to entertain him.

"Go find Bonehead" Noel grunted

"Everyone’s in the bar right now" Liam answered, his hand on his brother’s shoulder

"And why aren’t you with them? Are you already drunk?" he said sarcastically, expecting Liam to leave because of his harshness.

Instead of leaving, Liam placed his free hand on Noel’s face and lowered himself until their mouths met in a wet kiss. Noel’s heart raced and his thoughts froze when he felt Liam’s tongue licking his lips. He was so surprised he couldn’t react, if not he would have already pushed his brother away, right? He wouldn’t part his lips to let Liam slip his wonderful tongue in… but, oh, he had already done it. Liam pulled away leaving a very confused Noel lying on the bed.

"Well?" Liam asked eagerly

"What the hell are you doing?" Noel growled

"Proving you I’m not drunk. Did you taste alcohol?" Liam chuckled

"… I dunno"

"Then you need to try again" Liam said with a smirk

Their lips lock again and this time it was Liam who parted his lips, giving Noel total control about it. Noel’s tongue tasted every inch of Liam’s mouth, tickling the roof of it and making him moan. His brother had a faintly taste of strawberry, probably of the sweet he ate during the last interview. They pulled apart panting

"And now…?" Liam asked coyly

"Uhm, I’m not sure yet" Noel answered smiling.

Truth to be told, he only wanted to kiss Liam again. He had never thought about it before, but his brother was a really good kisser. It was addictive. They tangled in an intimate kiss for the third time, tongues battling wildly. Much to Noel’s surprise, Liam submitted eagerly, ‘cause he liked when Noel was this forceful. Taking advantage of it, he pushed Liam down onto the bed and sat on his thighs, straddling him. Their shirts were quickly discarded and tossed aside. Liam ran his hands through his brother’s chest and gently pinched at his nipples. In response, Noel licked his chest and kissed his belly, feeling the muscles spasm as he did it. Then he felt Liam’s erection and froze on his tracks.

Kissing was one thing. Being shirtless and, uhm, groping each other maybe wasn’t quite right, but any further was incest. And giving his brother a fookin’ erection wasn’t definitely right, oh, and he was a hard as well. Liam felt his brother’s hesitation and placed his hand on Noel’s side, slowly rubbing circles with his thumb on the exposed skin.

He looked at Liam beneath him, his lips ajar and slightly red from all this kissing only fueled Noel’s desire, and also did those damn beautiful blue eyes half hidden under the fringe and his lower stomach quivering with the anticipation. Who could resist this? Noel suddenly noticed he couldn’t care less about if it was socially accepted or not. He wanted Liam, period. After all, they weren’t going to tell anyone about his little session here.

Noel scratched the younger man’s chest leaving a red trail of marks. Taking the also hardened nipples in his mouth earned a moan from Liam. That was the final kick he needed to completely undress him.

That wasn’t a usual situation and despite Liam’s usual boldness, he couldn’t help but feel vulnerable when Noel stared in awe at his hard cock between them. Noel had a predatory look on his eyes when he lowered himself rubbing the unavoidable hardness with his stomach.

"What you want me to do?" he whispered in Liam’s ear

"Just be original. I’m sure I’ll…oh…I’ll like it" Liam gasped as he felt Noel’s hand running up and down the inner side of his thighs.

Liam was suddenly rolled over, his face pushed on the mattress and his hips slightly up. He felt his thighs being spread just before a wet finger rubbed a path from below his cock to his entrance. The fingers played around his hole before slipping all the way in. Liam let out half a moan half a cry and mentally cursed himself for being so damn vocal.

The fingers stroked his inner lining, nailing a special spot and making Liam moan again. Then Noel slowly pushed the fingers in and out a couple of times before adding a third.

"Does it hurts?"

"No… it feels good"

"Haha, I think someone fingered himself before" Noel laughed slowing the pace and fondling Liam’s shaft with his other hand.

"Stop teasing!" Liam panted

"You’re such a pervy, bro"

Noel grinned devilishly when he withdrew the fingers and pushed his hips into Liam’s bare arse, grinding them frantically.

"Noel, please!" Liam could almost feel Noel’s smugness as he begged him.

Then he suddenly felt nothing. Worried about the lack of contact he turned himself around to see Noel undoing his pants.

"Suck it" Noel commanded

Foreseeing his intentions Liam happily obliged and took all of Noel’s hardness in his hot mouth, licking and sucking and covering it thoroughly with saliva. Noel tried to repress his groans and grunts of satisfaction but it was so difficult. Liam was really good at this, he thought, maybe he had even done it before… Noel suddenly got angry at the idea of his brother sucking off some stupid bloke and that helped him to not giving in the temptation of staying in this delicious cavity.

"Stop" he ordered sitting in the bed. Liam faced him for a kiss and slowly eased himself down Noel’s throbbing cock.

"Ah, fook!" Noel gasped. The feeling was beyond amazing, Liam was so tight and warm that almost sent him to the edge right now. He managed to kept a handle of himself, while Liam got used to the new sensation, which was far better than the fingers of before once he get past of the initial pain. Liam began riding him, his sensitive and swollen cock trapped between their sweaty bodies.

"Ah… God!" he cried in evident pleasure when he felt Noel’s hardness hit the same spot of before with force. Noel began groaning also and put his hands on Liam’s hip, helping him to move up and down. There was no way any of them could last so much longer. With one final thrust Liam came screaming Noel’s name, his warm cum splashing their stomachs. Everything was too much for Noel, especially when he felt Liam tighten around him, so he bite Liam’s neck as he came inside him. Liam collapsed on top of him and captured his lips in a brief kiss.

The day after they spent most of time avoiding each other to try not act suspiciously, ‘cause it was normal for them to avoid each other but not so normal to be affectionate with each other. Noel was pondering about this irony, completely oblivious to the interview. Luckily, Liam was so nice with the interviewer. They had been talking about their last album and things like that, until he heard a disturbing question

"People believe you hate each other cos you’re always fighting. Is that true?"

"Haha, we’re not always fighting" Liam laughed

"So you don’t hate each other?" the interviewer pestered

"No" Liam said grinning

"So, do you love your brother?"

"Well… We had sex last night. We did honestly!" he claimed smiling and leaving everyone puzzled.

Noel couldn’t believe that the cheeky bastard had said a thing like this in TV and gave him an icy glare. The interviewer stared at him blankly before bursting into laughter.

"Oh, you’re such a funny lad!" he said thinking it was a joke. Only two persons know the truth. And Noel promised himself he would kill Liam for this. He needed punishment, but punishment could be also interesting.

*A/N: I wasn’t looking for writing this story but it came to my mind, and since I’m stuck with my other story I needed to write something (actually I wrote it during maths class LOL). Inspired by a Liam’s quote I found on oasisfanatic.com:"We had sex last night. We did honestly!" - Liam on his love for Noel.
Allright, this was claiming fic! Don’t you think so? And now review , damn it! (I’m in serious need of a bit of attention)

Drawings

2007-11-23T21:42:37Z

Yeah, we finally got internet here in Tarragona (well, it's l'Arboç, but who knows it? :P). I can never bring myself to study in the train coz all the noise distracts/disturbs me. But this time I draw a few things, and I'm gonna share them with you. Oh, and I'm also posting some old drawings of mine that I like:
Hope you enjoy it ;-)

Uhm, so this is a garden, isn't it?

A boy, luckily that one isn't as feminine as I usually draw boys XD

This is lady Aribeth, from the videogame Neverwinter Nights

An elven warrior. Yeah, I like to draw this kind of weird armours.

I know it seems a whore, but it's only a goth girl...

Uhm, I dunno... Just meditating?

And at last but not least: my attempt of a dragon!

Just more piccies

2007-11-16T12:58:47Z

It's not normal for me to post so often (I post some randomness yesterday), but I suddenly felt like sharing more pics with you, so here we are.
Warning: Do not go ahead if you don't wanna see slashy pics or read my ramblings!

Let's begin with... Muse! XD

I don't know if it's a photomontage, but to me it looks like they're kissing!

Dom and Matt getting, uhm, wild in a concert

OMG, I like this picture so much

Liam and Noel can't stand apart from each other :D

I wanted to post a video, but I'm too useless with this shit of computer, so instead I leave you the link:

<http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5B_GfsSAfVc> Belive me, it's worth it, the vid is so funny

Damon and Graham, holding hands in front of everyone. So cute ^^

Are Alex and Nick too shy to kiss in public? It seems so...

*So busy drooling over Alex to say nothing*

Brian kissing Stef during a concert in Lithuania, just coz this is a quite homophobic country and they don't want to be a boring band.

PS: I've finally bought Starshaped DVD!! ^^