| 17 February; Sean Bean and Josh Holloway; Sean's workshop in the Quarter; PG |
[19 Mar 2007|02:33am] |
[crossposted to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) bean_quarter and josh_q]
Josh arrived at the appointed time to a familiar corner, two takeaway cups from Cafe du Monde in his hands and a bag of beignets under his arm. It was cold enough that he could see his breath, but his scarf and leather jacket kept him warm enough, his chapped fingers warmed by the hot Styrofoam containers. He grinned when he saw Sean coming from the opposite direction and inclined his head in greeting.
"How's it going, man?"
"Good, bit too cold though." Sean blew out a breath of air for emphasis before smiling at the other man, even more so when he saw the goodies Josh had with him. "Thankfully the workshop is completely closed and inside. Did you find the place okay?"
( Here, warm yourself up a bit... )
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| 20 January; Pierce Brosnan and Josh Holloway; City Hall; PG-13 |
[20 Jan 2007|09:26am] |
[crossposted to pierce_q and ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) our_quarter]
Pierce sat on the steps of City Hall, a bottle of whiskey wrapped in brown paper at his feet. It was quite a nice night to be sitting waiting to meet someone he didn't even know.
Billy had given him a look when he had gone to buy his special supplies. He'd said he had a cheeky look on his face and wondered what he was up to. Pierce had smiled and said that if he were up for some mischief he could join him on his special evening. Billy had shaken his head and said that he was going to have an early night for once but wished Pierce luck with his scheming.
So here Pierce sat, not knowing what this Josh guy looked like, but sure that it was unlikely many guys would be turning up at City Hall at 2.01 am.
( Exactly one minute past two... excellent! )
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| Delivery for bean_quarter |
[25 Dec 2006|07:33pm] |
Hope you're doing better mate, but if not, here are some spirits to improve your mood and some coffee to cure the hangover, even when your usual delivery boy is slacking. Merry Christmas, Josh
( Presents )
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| 15 December; Sean Bean and Josh Holloway; a bar in the Quarter; PG |
[16 Dec 2006|01:22am] |
[Cross posted to our_quarter and bean_quarter]
Josh was feeling rather restless, had been for a while. It was starting to get chilly, so business was at a low point, and that meant mindless tasks like accounting and doing repairs on the fleet, the kind of stuff Josh would just as soon delegate. He hadn't seen Naveen since their "date" the other night, and he hadn't seen much of his other friends either, everyone spending less time hanging around the market and the like now that winter had set in. Tonight, he planned to find himself a place to have a few drinks, maybe listen to some music, and not sit around bored and depressed. What he didn't expect, stepping into the bar and ordering a double shot of Jack, was to find Sean sitting in the corner, nursing a whisky of his own.
( Sean frowned as he looked down at the glass he'd been working on... )
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| 2 December; Josh Holloway and Naveen Andrews; Indian restaurant and Naveen's residence; NC-17 |
[02 Dec 2006|08:07pm] |
[crossposted to josh_q and naveen_q]
When he'd gotten ready at home, Josh had actually been looking forward to his date with Naveen, which he'd finally stopped being a pussy long enough to schedule, but now, standing on the landing of Naveen's apartment with his fist raised to knock, he wasn't so sure. He'd made a reservation at a pretty nice Indian place that he loved in the Quarter, but now he wondered if he was going to look like a racist prick. 'No no, I just _like_ Indian food, it has nothing to do with you,' sounded like a pretty lame excuse, even if it was true. And then there was the fact, restaurant choice aside, that Josh was scared shitless. He didn't do "normal" dates. He fucked around sometimes, and had had a few relationships, but he rarely was one to ask a guy to dinner and a movie. But, Naveen was strangely special, for reasons that Josh didn't understand and was unnerved by at the same time.
Sighing to himself, he ran his hand through his hair, took a step back, considered fleeing, and finally, before he could back out of it, knocked firmly on the door, shoving his hand back in the pocket of his khaki trousers before he could back out.
( Naveen was more nervous than he could remember being in a long time )
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| Weird... |
[27 Sep 2006|07:26pm] |
I don't think my head's quite on straight lately. I've sort of been avoiding Naveen... well not avoiding him, really, because I'm really looking forward to that dinner we talked about, but slightly afraid to call after what happened and the whole jealousy issue. Because I really want to see him, and that is not normal. At least, shouldn't be.
Sean and I have a great time together. And he's a fucking amazing lay. That night on the boat was out of this world, but then I'm starting to wonder if a man really has a right to so much pleasure, and if maybe I'm tempting fate. Two days later at the Pub, and Naveen mentioning Sean, and I think I might have bad karma. So maybe I'll try to be a bit more friendly and a bit less gropey with Sean, and get off my ass and pick up the phone and set a night with Naveen. I've got just the place in mind, too...
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| 15 September; The Pub; Naveen Andrews, Josh Holloway; NC-17 |
[15 Sep 2006|03:22pm] |
[crossposted to our_quarter and naveen_q]
Josh hadn't been back to The Pub since over a month ago, when Naveen had brought him back to his apartment over top. But tonight he needed a beer, and his legs had for some unknown reason steered him to this place. Well, okay, maybe he did know. And it wasn't like he couldn't get sex elsewhere, in fact, he was doing just fine on that front, so this recent fascination with Naveen had to come from something other than sex. Josh just wasn't quite ready to admit that.
Naveen was just coming out of the kitchen when he glanced through the pub, stopping when he saw a familiar face as it came through the door. His cock twitched in memory of the night he'd shared with Josh and he had to school himself to settle down. Smoothing down his trousers, he also couldn't help but flash back to a few weeks ago when he'd seen how close Josh had been getting with Sean. What the hell had been up with that anyway? ( Josh, too, was unable to keep his body from reacting at the sight of Naveen coming into the pub from the back… )
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| September 13, 2006; Josh's River Cruise Boat on the Mississippi; Josh Holloway, Sean Bean; NC17 |
[13 Sep 2006|10:21pm] |
[Cross posted to our_quarter and bean_quarter.]
Josh was in an exceptionally good mood tonight. He hadn't seen much of Sean since their day out on the water, with the exception of an occasional coffee delivered on the way to work. His mind had been other places, but he'd felt bad about that and decided to invite Sean to dinner on one of the cruise boats, for the jazz dinner that was held every Friday and Saturday. He'd made sure a table would be available in one of the small upper-deck dining rooms generally reserved for VIP guests and private gatherings, and he was dressed (though he kept pulling uncomfortably at his tie) in a suit as he generally did when appearing in public as the company's owner. Still, he'd put the staff under strict orders not to bother him with business tonight.
At ten minutes to seven, Josh finally spotted Sean heading down the sidewalk in his direction, and he grinned. "Thought we'd have to take off without you," he called teasingly, standing up straight from where he was leaning on the dock's guardrail.
( Sean laughed as he made his way toward Josh... )
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| 12 August; Dirty Linen Festival/Jackson Park; Josh/Viggo; PG |
[12 Aug 2006|08:14am] |
[Cross posted to our_quarter and viggo_q]
After putting in a few hours at the office and eating a quick lunch at one of his favourite cafes, Josh decided to go see who was playing at the jazz festival going on today. He planned to do a little more work later in the afternoon before dressing for the Dirty Linen Festival, but he had a bit of time to check out the acts. He had only been standing in the crowd around an outdoor stage where the next band was setting up for a few minutes when he saw a familiar face, one of the local bartenders whose establishment he liked to visit from time to time.
"Viggo, man, how's it going?"
( Good music, plenty of beer... )
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| Fuck |
[07 Aug 2006|02:24pm] |
[private]
I woke up this morning and noticed that the marks from Saturday night are fading. Just a few teeth marks, but Naveen left them, and after how that ended, I doubt I'm going to be able to hope for any more soon. And why the hell would I be hoping, anyway? Fuck it. I need a few Jack and Cokes after work, and I need to forget about this. Even if "this" happens to be the best damned fuck I've had in ages.
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| 5 August; White Linen Night/Naveen's Apartment; Naveen Andrews, Josh Holloway; NC-17 |
[07 Aug 2006|01:16pm] |
[crossposted to our_quarter and naveen_q]
Backdated to 5 August.
The streets were crowded, even for New Orleans at night. Josh had missed the festival the past couple of years, but he liked art more than most people would guess, and he definitely liked the possibility of free food and alcohol. Josh didn't wear a ton of white, but he was able to drudge up a pair of white jeans from the back of his closet and paired it up with a plain white dress shirt, short-sleeved and unbuttoned all the way down to block out the ungodly heat. He had just left the second gallery of the evening, having finished a complimentary glass of Sauvignon Blanc, when he spotted a familiar face.
( You look good in white, Andrews… )
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| 5 August 2006; French Market; Sean Bean, Josh Holloway; PG-13 |
[05 Aug 2006|09:32am] |
[crossposted to bean_quarter and our_quarter]
The day after his little celebratory trip to the pub, Josh woke at nine feeling a little out of it. He looked around confused--no, still in my bed... no hangover... what the fuck--and then remembered Sean and their little makeout session on the sidewalk. He grinned at the thought and considered a nice slow morning wank before making himself some breakfast, but then remembered that Sean had said he'd be working and Josh wanted to surprise him by actually showing up with coffee. Granted, he needed to get a move on if it was going to still be considered morning, and if the beignets were still going to be good and fresh. He showered quickly and dressed in khakis and a short-sleeved button down, as he planned to put some time in at office this afternoon and liked to have at least a semi-professional appearance despite the heat. He couldn't be bothered with nice shoes, though, and slipped on his favourite Birkenstocks before pocketing his keys and heading out the door.
Fortunately for Josh, the line at Cafe du Monde wasn't too bad, and so he got two large iced coffees and a bag of beignets and was heading through the market stalls before ten. It took him a few minutes to find what he was looking for, but after a bit of a search he located a jewelry display, and peeking behind the table saw a man bent down looking for something in a box with a head of sandy blonde hair. ( Nice merchandise you've got here, sir… )
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| 4 August, 2006; A Bar in the French Quarter; Josh Holloway, Sean Bean; R |
[04 Aug 2006|11:59pm] |
[Cross posted to our_quarter and bean_quarter.]
It was a good day. Josh had been working on the accounts (he had an accountant, but never trusted other people to handle his money) and his cruise company was up again this quarter. At this rate, they'd be making twice as much as pre-hurricane by the end of the season, thanks to the losses the competing companies had sustained and Josh's timely accumulation of new capital right after Katrina. Heading down the street with a tuneless whistle on his lips, he decided to duck into a local pub to celebrate. Nothing like getting hammered to blow away money recently earned.
Sean pushed the now empty plate to the other side of the table he was sitting at. Over the last week he'd been bar hopping more frequently than normal and was pleased he seemed to finally find a place that served not only good whiskey but a good burger as well. Looking around the bar Sean was surprised to see it had filled up while he'd enjoyed his dinner. But a quick glance at his watch confirmed now would be a typical time for the working types to be getting off. Standing up Sean moved over to the bar, leaning on the edge, and signaled to the waitress in the back to bring him another whiskey.
( The bar being rather crowded, Josh had to wait a moment to get anyone's attention... )
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