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Title: Fox's Forays Into Homosexuality
Series: 100 Original Fics
Character: Fox Maharassa
Author: Avarice

Prompt: 047 - Heart
Rating: PG
Pairing: Fox/Collin
Spoilers: -
Summary: Fox has a crush.
Word Count: 730
Date First Posted: 02-11-2005
Date Revised: 01-06-2011
Beta: -
Awards: -
Notes: Fox's obsession with JP is well-documented.
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.

Also Archived At: LJ

Don't get me wrong, I like girls; love girls, even. They're pretty and mysterious and smell nice and their curves are-- I believe my point is made. Anyway, girls are great.

I like guys, but it takes a special kind of guy to turn my head. Real special.

Thing is, I can't pinpoint any one quality that he might possess. I don't have a type, I guess. It's just that some guys have some traits -- physical and personality-based -- that when combined, make for one attractive package.

Even then? My reactions vary. There's untainted lust, where my horns go up and it's all about the sex, and then... well. Then there's crushing on someone bad, the kind where the sound of their name makes you sit up and the sound of their voice makes yours break when you try and speak and your heart goes kind of funny all pounding in your ears--

I have a crush.

Oh God, I have a crush

My only hope is no one figures it out. I can deal with my lust made public knowledge. A crush, I'm not so sure. If anyone found out I don't think I could save face, it's pretty embarrassing.

I'm too old for crushes, but obviously that bit of information has never occurred to my heart or dick or whatever organ is driving this insanity. Sometimes I really wonder.

I watch my crush (heretofore referred to simple as 'that guy') from across the room, taking in little things. His hair. Shortish, but with a little length to it. Sometimes tousled. Clear, nice eyes. Interesting colour. Broad shoulders, nice lines, defined muscles. Oh God, pecs. I swear, I've never noticed pecs before now, they are sexy.

Sadly, he'll never know. Suspending belief for the moment that I had the guts to tell him... it's just not a good idea. There was this one time I might've... but I blew it. There's no going back. He's better off without me.

So I sigh and I sit and I stare.

"Who are you mooning over?" someone says over my shoulder, and I feel the sofa cushions next to me move.

"What? I'm not mooning."

." Collin's hand comes to rest on the back of my neck and squeezes the muscles there.

"I'm not
," I insist.

"You're watching 'Ladder 49'. Again."

"I like the movie."

It's a sign we're close when I can literally hear the muscles of his face push one eyebrow up above the other. He looks down at my feet to see the DVD cases of a few other movies.

"'Gladiator', 'The Village', -- fuck, Fox. 'Signs'?"

"I happen to like M. Night. Shyamalan's work," I try to sound snarky, it comes out whiny.

"You like Joaquin Phoenix," Collin leans towards me, squeezing my neck muscles again and sending a shiver down my back.

"I do not," I reply hotly. I am such a good liar.

"You," he leans in further, breath against my ear, "have a crush." The last syllable is drawn out into a hiss.

I turn and our lips are nearly brushing. "I don't know what you're talking about," My jaw is firm and I sound convincing.

With a really slow movement, Collin tilts forward and touches his tongue to my upper lip, trailing it up in a straight line. "You do."

Above the lip, straight up... right where Joaquin has the cutest little scar. The action makes my stomach back flip with a double twist.

"Maybe I do," my voice breaks as I answer, and he just smiles back at me. "What's it to you?"

Collin's left palm flattens against my chest and begins rubbing. "You could always come relieve a little unresolved tension with me," his eyes are doing that heavily lidded cat thing that -- mother fucker, he's so damn hot.

"Maybe I will," I reply, getting up and half-lifting him off the sofa with me. Collin pulls me across the room by my shirt. I have enough time to pause the movie with the remote control that's still in my hands. He takes it from me, gives it a kiss and then throws it back onto the sofa.

I don't give the screen a backwards glance. I may have a crush, but I also have a boyfriend, and he has the damndest ways of garnering my complete attention.



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