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Below are the 11 most recent journal entries recorded in Geoffrey/Charlie slash!'s LiveJournal:

Tuesday, December 21st, 2004
1:12 pm
tig - part 6!
Charlie glanced at his watch, and then over at Patrick, who was dozing.

He tapped three fingers against the arm rest.

He shifted, and reached into his pocket to squeeze his fingers around the warmed plastic of his mobile, and then shifted again, taking his hand back out.

He tried to hum, but...Collapse )
Thursday, December 9th, 2004
2:07 pm
Geoff + porn + *g*
Tig part 5 and a fraction!

You need some porn.Collapse )

Current Mood: happy
Wednesday, December 8th, 2004
8:36 pm
Saturday, November 27th, 2004
3:16 pm
tig - part 5 and 1/2
Warning: Het, Charlie/other

Charlie groaned and bit down hard on his bottom lip. He felt like he was on fire – drugs and alcohol and his cock buried in heat and wet and warmth, thrusting hard and fast, digging his fingers into pleasantly fleshy hips. He felt the hard points of her nipples against his chest, and rubbed his palm over the curve of her breast. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” He wheezed. His hips moved on as if completely unconnected in any way with his mind. Or, maybe not.

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Saturday, November 20th, 2004
1:02 am
New tig!
This is a new tig inspired by a daydream that I had. it isn't related to the one that we're doing now in any way, I don't believe, lol.


Geoffrey stretched out across Charlie's bed and pulled his bag up beside him, laying it on its side and unzipping it. He hefted out his thick Biology textbook, and flipped pages until he found the chapter over which he was supposed to take a few pages of handwritten notes. He'd had the assignment for almost a week, but he'd slacked off, and now, had to do it all in one night. He knew that he should have done it when it was assigned – usually, he did. He'd just been distracted lately, what with all of the late night phone sex with Charlie.

For the past two and a half weeks, Charlie had been on a small tour throughout Ireland, opening for a. During that time, Geoffrey had been going across Manchester every night, to the flat that Charlie and Liam shared. He'd let himself in, do his homework or watch sometelly, and then call Charlie from his mobile and, while on Charlie's bed or couch or floor, wank to the sound of Charlie's voice, whether they were really having phone sex or not. He'd gotten to the point where he could do it silently, and even still carry on a conversation while he was wanking, but he had a feeling that Charlie knew that he was wanking anyway. He just didn't know that Geoffrey had found the spare key to his flat hidden behind that one loose brick. Charlie was due back tonight, though, probably around seven o'clock. Liam was going straight to London to visit his current girlfriend, however, so Charlie would be coming back alone, according to Charlie. He'd suggested that they meet the next morning for breakfast, and then come back to the flat for some reunion sex, and Geoffrey had eagerly agreed, already forming an even better plan in his mind.

Current Mood: happy
Sunday, November 14th, 2004
10:42 pm
part 5!
Geoffrey awoke with a jolt, an erection, and a headache. Upon cocking his head to the side and listening, he realised that he had jerked awake because of the series of small crashes from downstairs, which usually meant that Mr. Wainthropp was cooking. He wasn't sure why he had the headache, and once he'd gone downstairs to the loo, the erection had gone away, too. He took an aspirin before coming out to say good morning to the Wainthropps, and apologise for sleeping so long. He didn't actually stop to check what time it was, he just knew that it was incredibly bright outside, and Mrs. Wainthropp was listening to her usual talk show on the radio. He excused himself to go up and get dressed before coming back downstairs to eat something, and shuffled back off through the living room. As he was acsending the stairs back to his room, he heard his mobile start to chirp, and his eyes darted to the hall clock, which read exactly half-past-one.

"Bollocks!" he yelped, tripping over the last stair on his way to his room. He stumbled but didn't fall, and threw himself sideways over his bed to grab his mobile off of the table. He flipped it open excitedly and pressed it against his ear. "Hello?" he panted, out of breath from the brief excitement.

Current Mood: content
Tuesday, November 2nd, 2004
11:06 pm
Part 4!
Geoffrey shifted his hips in his sleep, pressing closer back against Charlie. He knew, somewhere in his subconscious, that he should just wake up, take care of himself, and go back to bed, but he was having the most lovely dream about Charlie, and some of the other things that could go on in the back of that van of theirs.

He cracked one eye open, and then the other, and looked around the dark room until his eyes were adjusted. He rolled over then, and smiled, seeing the slant of dim morning slight that sneaked between the curtains that didn't close all the way; seeing the way that it fell across Charlie's face, accenting the orangey highlights that he had in his hair for whatever reason. Geoffrey smiled sleepily, and tipped his head up, pressing as light of a kiss as he could against Charlie's parted lips, hoping not to wake him up.

Current Mood: happy
Friday, October 29th, 2004
2:35 am
Janet's Thoughts: [Sunday Morning/Afternoon] Where Janet is glue to the phone and shit happens
Really she didn't know why she bothered to carry the phone with her, it wasn't like she couldn't hear it if it rang in the house. Anywhere in the house and she would hear it, but that wasn't the point. The point was that if she kept it glued to her side, like some deranged outlaw that would talk you to death once you said draw, then she was able to will it to ring and have Geoffrey be on the other end. She knew it made no sense, but that wasn't the point.

Janet continued her listless wanderings of the house. Lord, was she bored out of her mind. She had been so bored she had ironed. She, Janet, had ironed. She was that bored.

Janet threw herself onto the aging, yet beloved couch, and screamed into the pillow, kicking her legs in the air. It wasn't fair, why was she so bloody attatched to the phone wanting, willing, him to call when he probably didn't even care? This so wasn't bloody fair.

Fucking git. All his fault.

Janet sat up, another idea on her mind. Well fine, if he wasn't going to call her, she would most certainly call him. Janet grabbed the phone from its position as her right hand gun and dialed Geoffrey's cell phone number. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Damn it the answering machine. Hey this is Geoffrey Shawcross. I'm not here which is kinda odd because what's the point of the mobil then if I'm not going to carry it with me? In the meantime, why does a cow have four legs? Leave one, Janet snorted at the message and waited like a good girl for the beep. It came. "Hey love, it's me. Just calling to say hi because basically...I was bored and had nothing else to do. Call me later if your not to busy. Bye love." She rang off and was quite proud of herself for sounding non-chalant and normal. Go her.

Janet dropped the phone onto the couch and got up to go make tea before quickly returning and re attatching the phone to her hip,
Tuesday, October 26th, 2004
3:30 pm
Tig, part 3
This follows this day.


Geoffrey clenched his eyes shut, burying his face deeper into the fluffy pillow as his mind tried in vain to tell his body to wake up. He felt the bed shift under him, and grumbled slightly, before putting it out of his mind and drifting off again. It was only about ten minutes before Geoffrey sneezed in his sleep, then rolled over into the warm spot in the bed next to him, rubbing his nose and trying to fall asleep again. Realising that this was, indeed, a warm spot in bed, rather than Charlie, he pried his eyes open, rubbing them with the heels of his hands and sitting up, wondering where Charlie was, at - he checked the clock - 6:25AM on his day off.

"Charlie?" His voice was hoarse from sleep, and he cleared his throat. He thought he heard a sniffle from the bathroom, and swung his bare legs over the side of the bed. "Charlie?" he called again, grabbing the duvet and wrapping it around his naked body as he stood up.

Current Mood: hungry
Tuesday, October 12th, 2004
6:09 pm
Janet's Morning
Janet had had a fitful night sleeping, or rather a fitful night not sleeping. Everytime she managed to fall asleep her mind was accosted by images of Geoffrey in the arms of someone else and by 2 A.M. it was really getting annoying. She had finally given in and taken a sleeping pill, causing her to wake up groggy at 10:30 in the morning instead of her usual 7:30.Collapse )
11:55 am
This follows the morning after this.


Charlie opened the door when he heard the soft knock, whispering thanks and handing her a generous tip. He took the large tray from the stand she wheeled in and took careful, balanced steps until he reached the bed. He put the tray on the bedside stand and sat down beside Geoffrey.

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