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Backdated to January 2 2009; Shannon Leto's home; Brendan Fraser and Shannon Leto; R

Thu, 09 Jul 2009 10:52:49 GMT

Cross posted to shanimal_q and our_quarter

"Well, that was comfortable." With a derisive snort, Shannon stroked his hand up and down Brendan's arm. "Hey," A gentle squeeze and shake, and he kissed Brendan's cheek. "you okay?"

"More to the point Jared's really not okay is he?" Brendan said, pulling off the covers and getting up to start dressing. "I'll go. I'm really sorry."

"Jared's fine - maybe a little toasted, but he's fine." Shifting into a kneeling position, the sheet bunched around his bent legs, Shannon watched as the bigger man moved away. He swallowed when he caught his first glimpse of his naked form. "Brendan... please stay?" Rising from the bed, he moved to stand close by his side, feeling dwarfed by the height difference. Shannon was close enough to smell the warm skin, but not so close that he might block the taller man. "Please? We can talk about this..."

"You sure it's okay...with him?" Brendan asked hesitantly, looking around as if Jared were in the room.

"He has no say..." One step closer and Shannon shivered when his cock brushed against Brendan's thigh, the tickle of hair teasing him. "Please stay. He won't be back, and... well, I can lock the door if you want."

Brendan shook his head. He wanted to stay, but, "I dunno Shannon. It just seems sort of wrong now."

With slow moves, Shannon positioned himself in front of the taller man, his hands holding Brendan at the hip. "It isn't wrong, we've done nothing wrong, nothing to be ashamed of. Why the worry?" A frown creased his brow and Shannon stared in concern. "Bren... what's wrong?

"Jared...he walked in on us. Not that we were doing anything but..."

"...and he won't do it again, I promise. I'll lock the door." Rising up on tiptoe, Shannon placed a soft kiss on Brendan's chin, strenuously refusing to acknowledge that his cock now brushed over the other man's crotch. "Please stay?"

"Okay," Brendan smiled. "It's still kinda too early to go walking the streets."

The joy that lit Shannon's face could have illuminated the room. "Thank you. And you're right, can't have you wandering the streets. Never know what'd happen to you." Taking the few steps needed to reach the door, Shannon twisted the tiny protrusion of metal, effectively keeping unwanted guests out. Shannon turned back to Brendan and smiled. "Let's go to bed."

"He won't mind me being here?" Brendan checked once again. "I don't want to cause trouble."

"Why would he mind? We live our own lives..." Scooting under the still warm sheets, Shannon wriggled about until he was on his side facing where Brendan would be once he got in the bed.

"I just wonder how he is with...well not that we've done anything but..." Brendan slid into the bed and shifted close to Shannon. "Well, this. Us being in bed together."

Shannon stared at Brendan, at his strong, yet sweet face, at the worry in his eyes and he moved closer still, stopping when he was flush to the other man's body. "He has people in his bed whenever he wants them, and they do do things... I hear them, and it's fine." Leaning forward, Shannon placed his lips over Brendan's, more a touch than anything, simply tasting the bigger man's breath mingling with his own.

"It's not wrong to dothings, but I just wondered how he is with...well I'm a guy and..." Brendan could no longer resist Shannon's lips. He kissed him back, tongue tasting ever so gently and tentatively.

Sighing into the kiss, Shannon wiggled slightly, loving the teasing touch of heat from Brendan's body as they lightly brushed. "I know for a fact Jay only sleeps with men..." It was too delicious to continue talking, so Shan opened his mouth, inviting Brendan to take as much or as little as he wanted.

Brendan played his tongue over Shannon's lips, biting slightly before connecting with his tongue. He moved in closer to him, telling him without words that he wanted more.

Wrapping his arms around the broad chest and back, Shannon held Brendan close, groaning when his cock began to tap for attention. Rolling slightly, he brought the larger man half on top of himself, shivering as the heavy weight settled delightfully. "Oh... god, you feel so good... make me feel so good."

"We can't...not while Jared's here," Brendan sighed.

"Okay..." Ceasing his wiggling, Shannon didn't let go of Brendan right away. Truthfully, he enjoyed having someone sleep half on him, the weight pressing him into the mattress. "We'll sleep. Sorry Bren, didn't mean to push..." Stroking his hand soothingly over the wide expanse of Brendan's back, Shannon let his other arm drop to the bed.

"You weren't pushing." Brendan was painfully aware of his own hard on, and how much he wanted Shannon. But Jared was there and he knew Brendan was here and...like Shannon had said he'd hear.

"Could I ask a favor of you? I mean, if it won't make you uncomfortable babe?" Shannon was whispering again, keeping their conversation intimate, keeping their time private.

"Shoot," Brendan smiled.

"Could we stay like this? You... us together?" Shannon trailed his fingers up Brendan's arm, then across his shoulder and finally stopped with his palm pressed to the middle of the broad expanse.

"Well I'm gonna have to leave eventually but yeah...is nice." Brendan settled back to fully enjoy Shannon's touch. "How can I complain when you're doing that?"

Continuing with his idle tracings, Shannon sighed and snuggled closer, pushing more of his body under Brendan's. "I like how you feel on me... how you make me feel. Small, protected... safe."

"I make you feel small?" Brendan laughed. "Yeah, I sorta am big aren't I?"

"You're wonderfully big, broad... and I lov... it's perfect." Tucking his head under Brendan's chin, Shannon lightly kissed his neck.

"Let's go back to sleep huh?" Brendan sighed.

"Mhm..." Shannon closed his eyes, letting the scent of Brendan's warm flesh fill his lungs.

May 5 2009; Sweet Thangs and a cafe; Brendan Fraser and Jensen Ackles; PG

Fri, 08 May 2009 05:55:23 GMT

Cross posted to quarter_jensen and our_quarter

Brendan had just finished wrapping the last sample in cellophane and labelling it when Jensen opened the door. "Hey man! I have your samples. Not too sure about the apricot ones, but the pistachio is a winner I think!" he grinned.

"I'm looking forward to trying them," Jensen smiled. He put his briefcase down. "Did I ever actually introduce myself yesterday? I can't even remember." He shook his head, moving forward with hand outstretched. "I'm Jensen."

"Hey Jensen. Brendan." Brendan took his hand and shook it vigorously. "I do believe I promised you lunch as well as praline yesterday."

"You remembered!" Jensen smiled. "I'll check out the praline, at least some, first, though?" He wasn't sure how it should go but he thought first would work better.

"I have a little tip though," Brendan winked. "I made some ice cream. Now crumble some through it and see how that is. Your employees can just do that through any they have, although this stuff is pure cream."

"Oh that's positively sinful," Jensen said after he tried it. "In the very best way. So," he winked at Brendan, hoping the other man wouldn't take offense. "Does this work to melt and lick off... someone special?"

Brendan blushed a little at Jensen's forward question. "Umm...I s'pose so. Might be a bit gritty though," he laughed.

Jensen laughed too. "Not that I have someone to do that with and find out, well... not officially." Jensen tried another. "Oh... is that peppermint? It tastes a little different, in a good way."

"Peppermint with pistachio," Brendan smiled.

"That's really good. I might have a box of that for myself," Jensen grinned. "I like the flavour."

"I think someone who's ordering over fifty baskets can just take a pack or two," Brendan smiled. "I like that one too. It's nice and strong. So, after you've worked out what you need want to head for some lunch? I organised for someone to cover for me."

"Well thank you," Jensen smiled. "I like strong flavours. I don't think they're for everyone." He continued to check and made his orders, noticing that even the subtle flavours seemed enhanced. "I think those variations of flavours will be fine," he said after a while. "Lunch would be great."

"What's your eating pleasure?" Brendan smiled, pleased Jensen liked his efforts.

"Any suggestions that are a bit out of the way?" Jensen asked. "Somewhere even those of us who live here might have missed? I always like to try new things."

"There's a great place just around the corner. I'm a chef and they still don't cease to amaze me with some of the stuff they make there." Brendan rubbed his belly.

"A chef as well as a master chocolatier?" Jensen grinned. "Full of surprises." He was starting to like Brendan, beyond the customer/shop owner thing. He could imagine having a drink with him sometime. Or passing the time at a social event. Still, Jensen knew not to push these things, if they were going to happen they would. "Sounds great."

"Nothing special about those two. They sort of go together," Brendan smiled. "Anyway let's go eat. Half a day in this place and I'm hanging for something savoury."

"They don't seem to to me, I would think one would be different, but I suppose that's the layman's view," Jensen answered. "And yes, I can imagine all the sweetness would get somewhat cloying."

"It does," Brendan rolled his eyes. "So what sort of place do you work in? You must be an awesome boss buying all this for all your employees."

"Actually, I own the firm," Jensen replied. "One of the old family businesses downtown, a construction company. It was my father's, well, my adoptive father's and he left it to me." Jensen's eyes shadowed. "I'm still not used to him not being here."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Brendan instantly regretted asking.

"It's okay," Jensen shook off the sadness as best he could. "Just that it's still pretty fresh even a year and a half later. Doesn't help that I got into some other stuff after that was a mistake, and then headed right for the familiar, only to find that that wasn't still an option. And yes I'll explain, but when we're sitting down somewhere." Jensen smiled slightly.

"Okay," Brendan nodded sensing there was a long story ahead. "I'm all for sitting down...and eating." He checked through the menu. "Want to order a few things and share?"

"Sounds good to me," Jensen read the menu, taking his mind off the other stuff as much as he ever could. "There's not a lot I won't eat," he added.

"Me too," Brendan grinned. "I want fries for a start...with heaps of ketchup and mayo. What else you want?"

"I'll start the same way you are," Jensen grinned. "Can't resist fries. And something with meat... burger or steak?" he looked at the menu.

"I'm gonna go burger because you get fries with that...can't have too many fries," he grinned.

Jensen grinned back. "Excellent point. I might have the steak though. In the mood for something different."

"It's good to meet someone who eats as much as me!" Brendan enthused.

"I'll bet you have to work out as much as I do," Jensen answered. "Please don't tell me that you're that lucky that you don't need to! Life would be supremely unfair."

"Dude I work in a place surrounded by sugar...what do you think?" Brendan laughed.

Jensen nodded. "Of course. Probably gym membership, running... and..." speculative look, "some weights?"

"Weights yeah," Brendan nodded. 'As much as I can."

"I do some swimming too, I've got a great pool," Jensen said. "And it's indoor and heated, so all year round. But I do other stuff. Love to run. It's like I can let everything go and just concentrate on the pounding of my feet on the trail."

"We should work out together some time," Brendan said just as their meals were delivered. "Oh great, right on cue to make me feel guilty!" he laughed and promptly stuck a handful of fries in his mouth.

"I can see every bit of guilt," Jensen agreed, before taking a few himself. "Oh but these are good!" he said. "Best I've had in a while."

"Food is certainly good in New Orleans. It's one reason I came here." Brendan nodded and stuffed more fries in his mouth.

"I've lived here... nearly all my life," Jensen hesitated over that, but it was true for conversational purposes and he really didn't need to get into the complications just yet. "And it's like there's always something new to discover. Food, a museum, a new person..." and he smiled. "Friends or something more... there's someone I've met recently..." he didn't quite blush.

"Me too," Brendan admitted with a definite reddening of his face. "Things have really changed for me coming here. It's a magical city. A lot of my colleagues and friends warned me off coming, but I haven't regretted a second."

"I can't see why anyone would... were they concerned about damage from the hurricane?" Jensen asked. "But yes. I love this city so much. It's my home. That simple."

"Yeah, said it was a dangerous place to go between that and the crime." Brendan shook his head. "Everyone said I had a great career ahead of me in top class Seattle restaurants and hotels, but that wasn't really my life you know?"

"There's a lot of crime but we're hardly New York yet," Jensen answered. "But I can understand that. You know, you don't really seem like the type for those places. They'd be too stuffy. I mean, not that there aren't stuffy places here, but there's a lot more to the city."

"It's laid back but has fun," Brendan observed. "And nice people like you."

Jensen cursed his fair skin as he blushed at the compliment. "Well, thank you. But yes, it is really relaxed compared to some places I could name."

"I worked in a hotel in New York once...never again." Brendan shook his head. Meal quickly finished he checked the time on his cell. "Shoot, I'm gonna have to get back to work."

"Me too," Jensen nodded. He was sorry that it was ending so soon, the conversation with Brendan had been fun. But it didn't have to end forever, after all. "We should go out one night, do a bar crawl or something," he suggested.

"You're on!" Brendan grinned. "This has been great. Let me know how the baskets go down."

"I definitely will," Jensen nodded. He reached out a hand and shook Brendan's. "I'll call you and let you know, and we can set up a time we're both free to go out and paint the town?"

"It's awesome to have made such a good new friend," Brendan grinned shaking back. "I look forward to that wild night out. I haven't been out drinking like that for a long time."

"I haven't either," Jensen grinned. "I just like the conversation - but the drinking's fun too. Anyway, I'll call you soon, and it's been great meeting you and I am glad to have made a new friend. I think things are going to be much more interesting in my life somehow."

"Me too," Brendan smiled. "Me too."

4 May 2009; Sweet Thangs; Brendan Fraser and Jensen Ackles; PG

Mon, 04 May 2009 05:51:33 GMT

Cross posted to quarter_jensen and our_quarter

Walking into the chocolatier, Jensen took a long, deep breath. "Oh my god, I can't believe how good that smells," he said under his breath. He smiled at the man behind the counter. "Hello, how are you today? I'm looking for some gift baskets, do you have any samples? I know you make them fresh of course."

"Hey!" Brendan grinned. "I sure do! A counter worth of samples!" He pointed to the row of baskets. "And I'm good, thanks for asking. Bit cooler today which helps. Especially working in here!"

"This is true," Jensen smiled. "I'm looking for something suitable for my staff, we just pulled off something I had doubts about, but we did it, and I want to send everyone in the company something to say thank you. That'll be about..." he calculated, "fifty baskets." He didn't make the mistake of asking if the man could handle it. It would only be a matter of allowing enough time.

"Fifty? Man! That's a lot of praline. You looking for traditional or some custom? Or a mixture of both?" Brendan asked signalling for the other man to sample.

"That's a lot of good people working for me," Jensen answered. "Oh..." he savoured one. "That's good... there's something else in it, right? And... it depends? I'm not sure what you mean by traditional? I just know what I like," he grinned.

"Well traditional is not all messed about with. Those ones have cointreau mixed through them. I have all sorts of liquor ones if you like that..." Brendan smiled offering another basket. "These for example...whisky."

Jensen tried that one. "Oh I know a few people who'd love that," he nodded, taking out a piece of paper and making a note. "There are of course people who don't drink or take anything with alcohol - what kind of fruits do you add?" he asks.

"I could do any fruit really. I've added coffee...all sorts of things. Just make a list of what they like and I can try it." Brendan laughed. "Just not spaghetti okay? Don't think spaghetti praline would be a winner."

"I think that might possibly not work," Jensen agreed. He didn't quite wince at the notion, just almost. "I was thinking pineapple or mango."

"Yeah, I could do those," Brendan nodded. "I'll work on them overnight. Come in tomorrow and I'll have some samples."

"That would be great," Jensen nodded as well. "There should be about twenty with no liqueurs - I have several people who don't drink for various reasons including recovery from addiction. And some who just might not like the taste too."

"My praline hardly contains enough liquor to put someone back in rehab but...I can respect all that. Any other dietary requirements? Coeliac or allergies?" Brendan got a notepad out ready.

"It's more out of respect for their wishes," Jensen nodded. "None that I know of, and it would be in the records. Thank you," he said.

"What I'll do is make up a sample basket of five or six flavours labelled so you can taste and make a decision," Brendan smiled. "Come by tomorrow and I'll have it ready for you."

"That would be wonderful," Jensen nodded. "Any time particularly good or should I just take any time that falls between appointments?"

"I'm here all the time. Just drop by. Maybe around lunchtime and we could have a coffee and a bite to eat? Something savoury to offset all the sweet you'll be tasting?" Brendan suggested.

"That would probably be a good idea," Jensen agreed. "I'll make sure I have the time. I'll see you tomorrow."

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Mon, 09 Mar 2009 09:04:16 GMT

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January 2, 2009; a restaurant and Shannon Leto's house; PG13

Sat, 03 Jan 2009 13:05:02 GMT

Shannon ripped the tie off and threw it across the room; who was he kidding anyway? He never wore a tie unless it was to a funeral, and a night out with Brendan certainly didn't qualify for that. Things had been kind of vague about where they were meeting and all, but Shan was confident Brendan wouldn't forget they had a... date.

Brendan knocked on Shannon's door, wine in hand and a plan to attack the Cajun Chinese with a vengeance.

Bouncing off the door jamb as he turned, Shannon swore a blue streak as his shoulder connected solidly. "Coming!" Pulling the outside door wide, he grinned. "Brendan! Hi... Uh, come on in."

"Hey," Brendan beamed back.

Reaching for the other man's arm, Shannon guided him into the house. "Hey... you look good." Rising up on his toes, a gentle kiss was placed on Brendan's cheek.

"I just came from work so don't smell too good...a bit too much on the sweet side, but I did manage to grab a bottle of pinot noir," Brendan smiled.

Feeling silly, Shannon pushed his nose into the crook of Brendan's neck and sniffed. "Yep, sweet." A quick swipe of his tongue and the shorter brunette confirmed it. "Yep, you even taste sweet too."

"You're crazy! But a good crazy...you can do that more often!" Brendan laughed.

Delighted with the appreciative words, Shannon grinned. "More huh?" Slipping his hand behind Brendan's head, he pulled the taller man closer and gently kissed him, no tongue, just a soft meeting of lips. "Should I do more?"

"You already taste better than the Cajun Chinese so yeah," Brendan moaned.

Satisfied with the answer, he pulled Brendan closer still, this time, aligning their bodies. "Okay..." Shannon tipped his head slightly and fused their mouths once more; however, this kiss was not chaste in the least. The shorter man's tongue demanded entrance, demanded a taste of the sweet darkness inside Brendan's mouth.

Brendan liked the way Shannon seemed to be almost forcefully pursuing him. He wasn't too sure why, but it was nice to have someone make it really clear they wanted him. He parted his lips, waiting to see what Shannon would do next.

It was a tease, pure and simple... or maybe not so pure. Shannon darted his tongue inside Brendan's mouth the moment his lips parted, lightly touching it to the other man's before he flicked it over the roof of his mouth.

Brendan allowed Shannon to kiss him a while longer before pulling away. "We really should get to the restaurant," he grinned. Then added, "But maybe just a little more..."

Fluttering his lashes, Shannon attempted a demure look but gave up when he couldn't contain his laughter. "Tell you what, take what you want from me..." Arms out, he stood before Brendan, waiting.

"We'll never get to the restaurant the way we're going. Come on you, let's go." Brendan gave Shannon a peck on the cheek.

Taking Brendan's hand in his, Shannon led them out the door. After checking it was locked, he swung their joined hands. "I don't know where to go, so you lead."

Brendan wasn't used to walking hand in hand with a guy in public. You just sort of didn't do that where he came from. But he assumed it was okay around here so set off. "It's not too far."

Shannon studied Brendan's profile, noting how his hand was more lax than holding. "This bother you?"

"No no not me, just wondered if it would anyone else." Brendan shook his head. "You don't do this sort of thing in my hometown that's all. You'd have some red neck calling you a fag and bashing your head in."

"Jerks live everywhere..." Loosening his hand, Shannon allowed Brendan the choice of unclasping them completely or continuing holding on.

"Things seem a bit more open here though." Brendan smiled at Shannon and firmed the connection between them.

Tipping his head slightly, Shannon smiled at the strong touch. "Yeah, it does. So uh... how was work dear?"

Brendan was rather taken aback by being called 'dear'. "It's been busy lately, lots more tourists which is a good thing."

Nodding before he spoke, Shannon agreed. "Makes for great photo ops. I've sold some recently to a tourist magazine. It's doing a feature article about how New Orleans is bouncing back and all."

"That's really cool. We're both sating the needs of the tourism industry in our own ways; you the artistic side mine the greedy food side." Brendan smiled at Shannon, hands waving between them as they walked. "You got over your flu okay? You seemed to be so sick New Years. You sounded awful on the phone. I was worried."

"Still a bit lingering, but I'm much better actually. Spent New Year's in bed... missed it." With a shrug, Shannon didn't dwell on what could have been; right now he was with Brendan and that's where his energy was.

*****************

Meal done they piled out of the restaurant; full bellies and quite a few drinks under their belts. "Well that was an interesting culinary experience!" Brendan laughed. "Not sure I could replicate some of those dishes but might try sometime."

"Hell, I'm not even sure some of what I put in my mouth was really food!" Laughing along, Shannon felt relaxed. "So, what... do you have plans for the rest of the evening?"

"No, not at all. Although I had wondered if I might spend some more of it with a crazy photographer guy I came across."

"Oh? Someone I know?" Batting his lashes, Shannon attempted coy. "Should I be jealous?"

"What do you do when you're jealous?" Brendan smiled.

Hopping along on bowed legs, Shannon did a horrible imitation of a monkey - or as he liked to call it, gorilla. "Then I'd drag you off to my tree... well, house anyway and keep you there..."

"Promises promises," Brendan grinned. "So, where to now? I don't have to work tomorrow so the night's ours."

"Would you trust me not to tie you up if you come home willingly with me?" The look was pure innocence, and Shannon added a tiny smile that lit his eyes.

"You are crazy!" Brendan laughed. "Seriously, I'd love to come home with you."

"Hey, crazy has its advantages you know... keeps some people away, and makes you interesting to others." Stepping closer to Brendan, Shannon placed his hand on the small of his back. "I promise to not take advantage of you - your virtue is safe with me."

"Damn!" Brendan smirked.

Spinning on his foot so he now faced the taller man, Shannon put a hand to his chest. "On the other hand..." Sliding his palm slightly right, he cupped a nipple through the shirt.

Shannon's forwardness excited Brendan, but they were still in the street. He simply smiled and then started walking again.

Chuckling to himself, Shannon followed behind for a few moments, enjoying the view.

When they arrived at Shannon's place another bottle of wine was opened.

"Come with me." Grabbing Brendan's hand, Shannon led him through the house and to his bedroom door. "I want to share something with you."

"Now that's a line!" Brendan laughed.

"Nut, come on in." Opening the door to a surprisingly simple room, Shannon closed the it once he'd pulled Brendan inside. Then, crossing the carpet, he opened double French doors onto an atrium, the windows open wide to allow the cooling night breeze through the screens. "We can sit out here."

"Man, this is nice!" Brendan grinned looking around."I could spend days here!"

Shannon's grin told it all, how Brendan's reaction pleased him. "Come on, grab a seat and let's watch the night play before us." Sitting on the slider, he deliberately left the single chair or the seat next to him available, leaving the decision to Brendan.

Brendan eased himself onto the slider, long legs splayed in front of him. "So do you sit here often? Man, if I lived here I'd sleep out here."

"Actually, I do sometimes... and since it faces the woods, it's a good thing. I sleep in the nude..." Smiling impishly at Brendan, he toed the hard wood deck and started the slider to motion, a gentle sway back and forth.

"Naked? Here? Can anyone see you?" Brendan settled back into the calming motion.

"Just Jared usually. But he does the same on his too, so..." Shrugging with one shoulder Shannon let the gentle sounds of the night serenade them a few moments. The rocking of the slider caused a natural rocking in Shannon's body, his head rolling and dipping, moments later, he rested it on Brendan's shoulder.

"Yeah I'm tired too. Not really looking forward to traipsing home after this." Brendan smiled and took the liberty of running a thumb over Shannon's cheek.

Rolling his head to chase the contact, Shannon smiled softly, more a show of pleasure than anything else. "There's plenty of beds here - and you won't get molested unless you want... On second thought, you might be safer in mine."

"If it's not too much trouble..." Brendan started. "I don't want to impose." If his parents had done anything it was to bring him up right.

Shannon placed a chaste kiss on the other man's neck before he answered, "One thing you'll learn about me Brendan, is if I don't mean it, I don't say it."

"Okay, I'd appreciate that," Brendan smiled. "I don't mind sleeping in my clothes, would be better than trying to make it all the way home."

"Boxers are fine - might get a bit warm other wise, and at least they'll be somewhat fresh for the morning." Shannon took a sip, enjoying the smooth flavor as it slipped down his throat.

Brendan let out a long yawn. "Oh man sorry. I shouldn't try going out on a work night."

Nodding toward the bedroom, Shannon lifted his head slightly. "Do you want to go to bed? We can talk until one of us falls asleep?"

"Like, in the same bed?" Brendan somehow hoped Shannon would say 'yes'.

Taking the practically full beer from Brendan's hand, Shannon smiled as he spoke. "Well, the choice is yours. There's out here, my bed or the spare... I'd like you to choose mine, but... not going to push."

"Well, here is a bit cold, and the spare might be a little uncomfortable so..." Brendan allowed Shannon to take his drink and he waited hopefully to see where they would go.

Slowly sliding his free hand to the side of Brendan's face, Shannon gently kissed his lips, a soft touch of skin. "Then come to mine."

Brendan took Shannon's hand and followed him. Shannon closed the door after them.

Placing the beers on the table near the hall doorway, Shannon turned to face Brendan. The room was quiet, still with their thoughts. Padding across the thick rug, his footfall not disturbing the sort of cocoon of peace around them, Shannon reached up and undid the first button on Brendan's shirt. Stepping back, he slowly pulled his own clothing from his body, not a play or tease, but a simple undressing. Once nude, he put them in a neat pile on the chair, then Shannon slipped under the covers, pulling them open on the empty side. The invitation was clear; the choice was still Brendan's.

Brendan slipped into the bed, lying on his back rather than his usual side. His shirt lay open, exposing his belly button and a little flesh.

Keeping his voice low, Shannon lightly touched Brendan's shoulder. "Do you want the lights off?"

"Yeah please if that's okay by you."

Reaching up, Shannon pressed a toggle switch above his bed. "I used to hate to have to get up to shut the light off when I was so damned close to sleep..." He kept his voice low, barely above a whisper as he spoke to Brendan. Studying the other man's profile, Shannon placed a soft kiss to his cheek. "You're so beautiful."

"I'm a bit warm. Is it okay if I take more off?" Truth be known that was due to Shannon's words.

"Do what pleases you." Leaning up, his head on hand, Shannon smiled at Brendan again. "I won't pressure you. If you want to strip down, go as far as you'd like." Winking slowly, Shannon whispered, "I'll even close my eyes and not peek if you'd prefer."

Brendan shuffled out of his jeans and boxers and pulled his shirt off. "That's better, it's like really warm in here...or is that me?" He laughed and shrugged his shoulders, not believing he was lying on Shannon's bed butt naked as the day he was born.

"It does get a bit warm, usually when I wake in the morning, I've kicked most of the covers to the floor. It's also another reason I like the door open to outside." Shannon had done as promised, kept his eyes glued to Brendan's face as he shimmied out of his clothing, but that's not to say he wasn't tempted... sorely tempted. But under the sheets as they were, nothing was visible.

"I love having a breeze on my face when I sleep," Brendan said making small talk.

"I can open the windows if you'd like, that gives a great cross breeze." Shannon lay back down on his side facing Brendan... well, Brendan's shoulder at the moment. "Would you like that?"

"It's okay really," Brendan smiled. "I'm comfortable thanks."

"Well, let me know if it gets too hot..." Lifting his hand, Shannon hesitated. "Can I touch you?"

"I think it would get too hot if you did," Brendan laughed. "But please...go ahead."

Placing his fingers lightly on Brendan's shoulder, Shannon smoothed them over the golden flesh. "So... nice." Letting his hand fall heavier, Shan caressed more firmly. "Strong. Firm... warm."

Brendan hadn't met someone who seemed to genuinely like and want him as much as Shannon. "Can I touch you back?"

"Please." It was a cross between a plea, permission and an entreaty.

Brendan traced the same path across Shannon's skin, altering it to skim over his chin. "I like your stubble," he smiled.

"I'm glad... will," A hitched breath and he continued, "will remember it." Closing his eyes, Shannon rubbed his chin into Brendan's touch, wanting... seeking more. When his lips bumped against the other man's thumb, he was lo to resist; parting his lips, Shannon sucked at the tip of Brendan's finger.

"I could stay here forever," Brendan sighed.

"Don't see me pushing you away." Shannon tipped his head, his mouth now in contact with Brendan's palm. Licking a wide path across it, he sucked at the webbing between thumb and pointer.

"I love this stage, just getting to know each other," Brendan smiled.

Shifting Brendan's hand higher, Shannon sucked gently at the pulse point on his wrist. "Sometimes this is the most erotic stage... discovering every little nuance of your lov... partner's pleasure points." Whispering his words, the breath moist and hot, it ghosted over Brendan's skin.

"Well that's pretty erotic right there!" Brendan gasped.

Feeling devilish, Shannon widened his eyes and stared, blinking at Brendan. "Oh... did you want me to stop?"

"Please no," Brendan begged. "You have a damn good tongue on you there!"

The words slipped out before he could stop them and Shannon winced once they were spoken. "I could have a pretty good tongue on you if you wanted." Ducking his head, Shannon began to kiss the pulse point again, then moved down to the crook of Brendan's elbow.

"One day I'll hold you to that," Brendan grinned. "But I'm too tired to appreciate it tonight." He let out another big yawn.

Feeling tender toward the other man, Shannon scooted closer, his arm wrapped around Brendan's chest. "Come're..." With his head on Brendan's shoulder, Shannon could hear his heartbeat. "You make me feel... small - safe..."

Brendan wrapped his arm around Shannon as well. "This feels so good."

Snuggling closer, Shannon closed his eyes, inhaling the unique scent that was completely Brendan. "You feel good." To prove his point, he nuzzled into the side of Brendan's neck.

Despite his enjoyment of the exchange Brendan was by now so tired. His eyes closed and he let out a contented sigh.

With the gentlest of movements, Shannon rearranged the light coverings over them, then snuggled closer, enjoying the way Brendan's breath floated over his skin.

Sound asleep, unbeknownst to him, Brendan's leg wrapped itself around Shannon. All his unconscious self knew was that he was comfortable.

Smiling to himself, Shannon shifted his own leg, shivering as they rubbed. The coarse leg hairs scraped over his skin, sending a delightful flush through his body; he knew if he didn't stop he'd be in agony all night long. A small kiss to Brendan's shoulder and Shannon ceased his movement, sighing in disappointment. Eyes drifted closed and he settled next to the larger man.

~*~*~*~*~

There was the perfunctory single-tap on the door that Shannon or Jared used before entering the other's room, so when the door swung open, Jared hit the light switch and blinked. "Well fuck me... didn't know you had company Shan... Hey... you're the candy man right?"

Brendan had been sound asleep and hadn't heard the knock. The first thing he was aware of was Jared in the doorway grinning at him. Gratuitously he quickly shifted his leg off Shannon. "I just slept over...it was too late to go home," he blurted.

Hopping over to the bed, Jared sat next to Brendan, "Slept over huh? Isn't he cute?... does your mommy know you're here?" Reaching out to stroke his finger over the exposed shoulder, Jared's wrist was caught in a firm grip.

"Uh-uh... hands off Jay..." Shannon leveled a look at the interloper, the gaze steady and firm.

"That way huh?" Jared removed his hand and placed it in his lap. "So, tell me Shan... you naked under there as usual?"

"Jared." Drawing the name out, Shannon shook his head. "Bastard."

"You too." Cracking a smile, he shifted his gaze to Brendan once more. "You naked under there?" Waggling his eyebrows, Jared acted as if he could see through the sheets.

Brendan felt uncomfortable, not only because he was naked under the sheet,but because he didn't know what to do, or how to react to Jared. So he simply repeated, "It was too late to go home."

"Fuck off Jared..." Shannon shifted closer to Brendan as if to protect him from the other man. "We had dinner, had a few drinks, and got tired. It's that simple. Nothing happened." Looking at his bed partner, Shannon smiled gently before looking back at Jared. "What do you want?"

"You can't tell me nothing happened... fuck Shan, you've got a hot piece of as..." Shannon reached out and punched Jared's arm, hard. The sheet falling to his lap before he could grab it.

"Don't fucking finish that sentence; Brendan isn't some 'piece of ass'. Now, Jared, what did you want?"

Studying the two men, his blue eyes going between them, Jared reassessed the situation. "Fine. I wanted to know if you were lonely, if you wanted company... but obviously you don't." Cocking his head to the side, Jared asked, "Why didn't you use the spare room?"

Now Brendan felt really uncomfortable. Keeping himself covered with the sheet he said apologetically, "Look I'm sorry. I'll leave right away."

"No, Jared was just leaving. Weren't you?" The tone was light, but the message was clear; get out. Hand light on Brendan's warm shoulder, Shannon stroked across the broad width of both, stopping when he was hugging the larger man. "Don't go... I'd like... I like sleeping next to you." This time the tone was soft, half pleading, and his large brown eyes stared intently into Brendan's.

"I'll see you in the morning guys, keep the noise down, okay?" Laughing at his own 'joke', Jared left the room, closing the door, but leaving the light on.

"Fucker!" Shannon shouted it at the closed door, only to hear Jared's laughing reply. "Not tonight!"

27 December; Praline Store/Bar; Jake Gyllenhaal/Brendan Fraser; G

Sun, 28 Dec 2008 09:20:49 GMT

Brendan farewelled the little old lady, quietly stuffing a box of the more expensive praline she had wanted to buy for her ailing sister but couldn't afford, into the paper bag. "You have a nice day now!"

He shook his head as he watched her make her way up the street. Her tales of living through Katrina, and her determination not to leave the home she and her husband had lived in for over fifty years, made him wonder why he had complained this morning that he had to get up and work. He was tired though; one of the staff had called in sick and he'd been tending shop all day. He was about to go out back to make himself a coffee when the door opened, and he turned around to face another customer.

"Hey man," Jake grinned. "I need sweet ... tooth rotting sweet!" He made his way to the display cabinet and almost pressed his face against the glass.

"We certainly have that!" Brendan smiled. This guy was almost as desperate as the kids who persistently pestered him. "You wanna try some?" he asked holding out a basket. "This one is super sweet...I think I should call it the Dental Demon."

"Fuck yeah," Jake grinned in a way that bordered on feral. He grabbed a bit and munched on it while explaining, "Didn't go to bed last night and have to start work soon so seriously need this."

Brendan laughed. "Okay, I have coffee flavoured praline, would that help?"

Jake's eyes widened as he exclaimed, "You better believe it."

"I'll get you a bunch." Brendan grabbed his scoop and heaped it up. "Take them all man. They're not selling so well."

"Fuck! You're kidding me?" Jake shook his head. "Actually I work at Esspressoholic up on Royal. Maybe we could organize something? I bet they'd sell there."

"You think?" Brendan grinned. "You'd do that? That would be cool! If I do say so myself I thought coffee flavour was a winner, but then I'm a caffeine addict. But people who come in here just want the traditional stuff though...to give as souvenirs."

"And this is good," Jake mumbled around a mouthful of praline. "Come up to the cafe when you have a break and we can do some paper work. Besides, it's only fair that you get to sample one of my muffins."

Brendan nearly choked on the piece of praline he had popped into his mouth. "You what? Man! Did you ever think how that sounds?"

Jake frowned and gave it some thought. "Shit, I always say dumb stuff like that," he laughed. "You'll get used to it."

Brendan liked Jake's open friendliness. You'll get used to it, as if they were going to be friends from now on. "You know Jake it's nearly my lunchtime. You wanna grab something after we've been to the cafe? I'll shout you a beer if it's okay for you to drink during your break."

"Just what I need; more alcohol," Jake laughed and ran his fingers through his messy hair. "But I'm not gonna say no."

"Cool." Brendan popped his head around the corner. "Hey Sam. I'm gonna take a break. Haven't had one all day unless you didn't notice." He turned back and smiled at Jake. "Okay, let's go do business and then enjoy ourselves. I know a bar where they serve the best meals and have cheap beer. Means we can drink more."

"Lead on!" Jake laughed and stuffed another piece of praline into his mouth.

Brendan smiled at the barman. "We need two house beers and some potato chips." He looked enquiringly at Jake.

Jake nodded and wandered to the nearest table. "So how long have you been doing the candy making?"

"Here?" Brendan asked. "Maybe a year or so...it sorta starts to blur in a mix of sugar. Before this I worked at a hotel making exclusive handmade chocolates. I have a few stories about the people who wrapped their lips around my treats!" Brendan laughed and downed half of his beer in one gulp. "Man that's good! It's damn hot in that store!"

"I just kinda ended up here," Jake shrugged and reached for his drink. "I was working in an animal shelter that re-homed pets after the hurricane and I dunno, next thing I knew I was here."

"Poor pets," Brendan sympathised. "I watched a documentary about that...guys like you are heroes as far as I'm concerned. You and the people at the hospital. Man the stuff those guys went through. So, tell me what you like most about here. I like...well that people eat so much praline...and the beer. The beer is really good here."

"The lifestyle," Jake mused. "Where I grew up people were okay with me being gay, but it was as if they tolerated it rather than accepted it." Jake hesitated for a moment realising that he barely knew this guy then shrugged. "See, I couldn't say stuff like that at home."

"Know what you mean," Brendan smiled. "Apart from the crass crap on Bourbon, I've never been to a place where people are so...well free. Couples kissing in public, guys holding hands...and no one yells 'fag'. Well, apart from the visiting frat boys, and no one takes any notice of them."

"Yeah," Jake grinned and colored a little. "I've had my share of adventures with the frat boys."

"Had a great one in the store the other day. He was all tough in front of his mates, then was on his cell asking his mamma what she wanted..." Brendan laughed. "When his friends came back he was all tough again."

"Don't talk to me about family," Jake groaned then laughed. "My sister is staying with me at the moment and it really puts a dampener on my sex life."

"Too much information!" Brendan grinned. "Although at least you're not like the customer who came in the other day telling me what he hoped the praline parcel I sold him would get him from his girlfriend."

Jake just giggled. "I can understand that ... having a sweet tooth and all."

"So your sexual favours could be bought for my praline huh?" Brendan laughed. "Now that's scary!"

"Oh my God my boyfriend just went all caveman in my head over that," Jake laughed and decided he would not repeat that to Oded. "He's pretty protective and um ... I love it. Love him."

Brendan loved how guys here could just come out 'with my boyfriend'. "He's not bigger than me and knows martial arts? I'm not in danger just talking to you am I?" Brendan jokingly looked around in terror.

Jake giggled again and said, "Oh I think my Oded could take you ... actually I should get him to visit your store with me."

"Err maybe not if that's the case!" Brendan laughed. "I sorta like my face the way it is."

"Maybe not then." Jake swallowed the remains of his drink and stood up. "Shit... I'd better get going or I'll be late again, but thanks for the drink. Oh and I'll organise the order okay?"

"Awesome thanks. I owe you one." Brendan smiled. "Well, another one. We should do this again if it's okay with that boyfriend of yours." He held up his hands as if in surrender. "Nothing meant by it of course...I sorta have something going myself so you're safe."

"No probs," Jake said returning the smile. "Catch ya soon Brendan, if not at your store maybe at the cafe?"

22 December; phone call; Brendan Fraser and Shannon Leto; R

Mon, 22 Dec 2008 10:30:43 GMT

Cross posted to our_quarter and shanimal_q

" You know those things don't dial themselves, right? "

Scratching idly at his balls through the white cotton boxers, Jared smirked at Shannon.

Without lifting his eyes, he flipped Jared off and sighed. "You're a fuck at times."

"Yeah, but a damned good one." Leaving his brother with that parting shot, Jared returned to his own bedroom to dress for his evening out.

Jared was right though, cell phones, despite the new gadgetry, did not dial themselves.

Scrolling through the dialed numbers, Shannon stopped when he came to Brendan's. Thumb hovering over the send button, he finally pressed it and listened as the burr hummed back to him. He was nervous about the call; the way he and the other man had parted after their 'photo session' hadn't set well and Shannon wondered if he'd offended Brendan in some way.

Brendan turned on the faucet with his elbow to rinse off the sticky mixture covering his hands. He'd been rudely interrupted from his task of making sweets for a number of friends and acquaintances by the ring of his cell. "Hello?" he asked enquiringly hands still a little wet.

"Hey there, it's Shannon..." Licking his lips, he rested his head back on the chair, feeling the wood 'dig' into his neck. "Shannon from... well the chocolates and uhh... camera?"

"Shannon! Hiya." Brendan's face was grinning even though Shannon couldn't see him.

Softer now, Shannon breathed his greeting. "Hey... I uh, just thought I'd give a call, see how you were doing?"

"Good thanks. Mega busy with Christmas coming up. I think everyone in New Orleans has decided to give praline as a gift. How are you?" Brendan happily settled himself on the floor for a chat.

"Good... good." Now that he had Brendan on the phone, saying what he'd planned was more difficult than he'd presumed. "Listen, Brendan... about the other night. I want to apologize... didn't mean to come on so strong. But, looking at you in the moonlight - god you were beautiful." The last words were more breath than anything and Shannon closed his eyes to savor the etched memory.

"Me? Beautiful?" Brendan chuckled. "Hey but I enjoyed the other night. We had an awesome time together."

Obviously Brendan wasn't offended. "Yeah, we did... so I was wondering if you'd be interested in repeating it?" Settling back on his pillows, Shannon's hand drifted over his belly, idly scratching. "Not the groping-in-the-woods part if you don't want, but just... get together? Say, like a date?"

"Date?" Brendan sat up. "That a figure of speech or...you serious?"

"Well, depends... which one is most likely what you'd like?"

"Not usual I'd say serious, but yeah serious. If you would too."

"I want to, very much. Very much." Sighing with relief, Shannon tugged at the hem of the shirt he wore. "So... any idea what you'd like to do?"

"Anything...photos again, dinner, coffee...anything." Brendan rolled his eyes. "Man I sound a little desperate there!"

"You sound cute." Rolling to his side, Shannon let his mind jump from one thing to another until an idea hit him. "How about some dinner - out. And then a nice long walk along the Mississippi, with cameras?"

"Cute?" Brendan laughed.

Grinning, Shan nodded even though he knew Brendan couldn't see it. "Yeah, cute... as in very appealing, sweet... beautiful."

"You're drunk," Brendan laughed even harder.

"Nope - remember, I have the artist's eye... I know beauty" Chuckling warmly, Shannon closed his eyes and let the other man's laughter roll over him. "You have a beautiful laugh too."

"Yep, drunk," Brendan reaffirmed.

"If I said I was, but it was on you, what would you say?" Shannon landed on his stomach this time, biting his lip to hold back his hiss of pleasure at the pressure on his lower region.

Brendan was a little taken aback by that one. He didn't answer, just sat holding the receiver.

Shannon felt himself deflate some. "Too much huh?"

"No no," Brendan shook his head. "It's just...well...people don't say that to me."

"Good!" Barking out his answer, Shannon felt the bite of jealousy.

"I think I can get a night off before Christmas," Brendan said. "Been working late but a night with you is worth standing up to the boss."

Glad Brendan didn't follow up on his over vehement response, Shannon smiled. "You name when and where, I'll be there... but then, you know, if this is a date, I need to pick you up?"

"How gallant and old fashioned!" Brendan laughed. "But really I can meet you somewhere. What sort of food do you like? I like any...just ask Jamie."

"Jamie?"

"My friend. He's into photography as well. So what do you think? Italian, Cajun, Chinese, I'd go anything."

/Just a friend?/ Shannon decided he'd not ask any more questions - unsure if he'd like the answers. "Uhm, Chinese actually sounds good. Living down here you get kind of tired of the Cajun... Is there a place you like? We could go there."

"There's a Chinese Cajun believe it or not. And double believe it or not it's really good."

The chuckle escaped him before he could get his hand over his mouth. "Double believe it or not? "You're cute!" Seconds later, Shannon realized what Brendan had said. "Chinese Cajun? You're shitting me!"

"I shit you not! Go figure! Let's go there and you can check it out. Come back to my place after and try my praline."

It was just too easy. "You know I already love your... pralines bab... Brendan. But, I'm greedy and wouldn't mind another sampling."

Brendan suddenly thought. "Hey Shan you doing anything for New Years?"

"You wanna meet up?" Brendan grinned.

"Meet up - as in just hang out... or maybe something more?" Shannon deliberately lowered his voice, making the timber huskier.

"Let's see how dinner goes. I might scare you off with Chinese Cajun," Brendan laughed.

"Don't think you can. But I'll settle for dinner. For now." Shifting the phone to his other ear, Shannon heard Jared pad by outside his door. "So, what time?"

"For dinner? Work's out of control so what say I call your cell when I leave at a reasonable time? That okay?"

"Sure - it's fine." If Shannon didn't know better, it'd sound like Brendan was setting this up just in case he decided to beg out of the date. "You call me and let me know how things go for you. Being my own boss does have its benefits." He tried to interject a bit of laughter, but even to his own ears it sounded hollow.

"Wish I had no boss. He has the praline whip aimed fair and square at my ass at the moment."

Moaning, Shannon flopped sideways. "Don't tease me!"

Distant beeping indicated Brendan had another call. "Sorry gotta go, that might be said whipping boss. I'll call you back as soon as I can. Bye." He hung up, only to be greeted by an over bright telemarketer trying to sell him insurance. With a polite but firm no he hung up again and sat contemplating Shannon's call. He got the sense he was pretty set on them getting involved, and with a smile to himself Brendan got up and returned to the kitchen.

11 November 2008; Shannon's house and a park; Brendan Fraser and Shannon Leto; PG

Tue, 11 Nov 2008 04:31:51 GMT

Cross posted to our_quarter and shanimal_q

Shannon pulled the hard metal bag from under his work bench, flipped the lid and pulled one of his cameras from the padded confines. Holding it close to his body as if cuddling a baby, he rose and re-entered the living room. "Fuck the dishes, lets go outside and play!" Wiggling the camera, Shannon smiled at Brendan.

They had had one of their increasingly frequent dinner get togethers; Brendan happily taking over their kitchen and doing what he liked best; feeding people.

"Sounds cool, pleased we had an early dinner," he smiled looking in awe at the beautiful camera being pulled out of the bag. "I'll help do dishes later."

Tossing an evil grin at Brendan, Shannon snickered, "Actually, I was going to leave them for Jared he has tomorrow off." With Brendan's eyes fixated on the old box camera, "Here," he extended his hand; Shannon waited for the other man to take it from him.

"For Jared? That's not really fair. I can help out when we get back... really."

Patting Brendan's shoulder, "We'll see then how it goes..." was a nice guy, one Shannon had easily become attracted to.

"So what sort of shots are we gonna try? You're the expert," Brendan grinned.

Holding his hand out further, Shannon nudged the camera closer to the other man. "Simple really, especially with this one. There really isn't any focus or such, just a point and shoot model." Grabbing the Nikkormat off the table, Shannon strung the shoulder strap into place and headed for the door. "Ready?"

"More than ready," Brendan replied. "Thanks so much for this. It's like a dream."

"Actually, it'll be my pleasure," Shannon's head was tipped down as he checked the settings on his camera. "Whenever I show someone new about cameras and photography, it makes it fresh and new for me too."

"So what's our subject for the day?" Brendan smiled. Shannon was like a breath of fresh air. Even though he was a professional he still had that passion for what he was doing.

With the door closed, Shannon moved down the stairs as he spoke. "Well, tonight, it'll be whatever catches your fancy... take snaps of whatever interests you... don't worry about composition, or light/dark, just enjoy."

"I love some of the old buildings. Your neighbour I always seem to be helping out has a gorgeous home. Think she would mind if we used her house as a subject?"

"Nah, she's a sweet old thing, even likes Jared... go ahead, whatever catches your eye..." Stepping back and to the side, Shannon lifted his own camera only to let it settle against his chest. "Hold on, I want to make sure the shutter release button is attached."

It was an old camera, not even a round red button like most, this one had a cable release with a kind of 't' plunger at the top. Securing it to the camera was simple, a few twists to make sure it was seated, and Shannon smiled at Brendan, "All set."

"She is sweet, and even sweeter is that camera. I reckon we could take some awesome pictures with her. How do you develop? You do it yourself?" Brendan couldn't get words out fast enough.

Aiming his camera at the animated face, Shannon spoke from behind the instrument, "Yep, darkroom in the basement. Full set up. Took me fuck-long to get it done, but it was worth it!" The soft click and whir continued for a few seconds.

"Not me! I'm not worthy of being a subject for that baby!" Brendan sheltered his face. "She needs to be used on something beautiful like that gorgeous house over there."

"Old cliche, 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder' and you my friend, have a gentle beauty to you. Your expressions are vivid, wonderful and dynamic. Your form is angles and curves, well defined and offer interesting for composition." Moving so Brendan stood between him and the house, Shannon took a few more. "So, find anything interesting?"

"I love that cornice over there. Man they don't make buildings like that where I come from," he sighed. "And you..." he added poking Shannon in the chest, "talk a load of crap."

Shannon frowned for a moment; one thing he was completely, totally and ruthlessly honest about was his work. If he thought something or someone was beautiful, then in his eyes they were. Deciding not to broach that subject again, he followed Brendan's gaze. "Yeah, there are a lot of beautiful ladies down here. All elegance and subtle, sensual lines... now we get cardboard slap-ups." Watching as the light played with the angles, Shannon waited a moment then took a picture just as a breeze blew the tree branch over the cornice, hiding some of it in filtered light.

"And there's another awesome house down the road. Think they'd mind?" Brendan enthused not noticing Shannon's frown.

"Nah, they're pretty used to me walking around with cameras. One guy challenged me one day, got really antsy... wanted to know if his wife sent me to spy on him! I nearly pissed my pants I was laughing so hard... Told the old guy I was just taking pictures of houses, and I lived down this way." Moving the camera to hang under his arm, Shannon patted Brendan on the shoulder, "He's cool now. So, which house you like?"

"Well there probably is a lot to be made doing that but surely if you were spying you wouldn't be walking around with a huge assed camera," Brendan laughed. "And that one..." Brendan pointed to a two story house with a vine covered balcony. "Now that is beauty."

"Play with angles, walk around it. See which makes your heart go 'thump'... then shoot that." Shannon watched Brendan, his face upturned toward the sun.

Makes your heart go thump. Brendan loved the description. "Fuck now if that isn't the most awesome thing to say!" he grinned turning to Shannon.

"It's how I do my job. My heart has to be in it, I have to feel what I'm doing... I leave a bit of me in each picture." Shannon watched Brendan's face, watched for that moment when something 'clicked' for him. "Just take your time."

"I love that tree," Brendan suggested.

"Then find what it is that makes you feel that way, and then... take a breath, press the shutter release and voila! You've got it." Shannon moved closer, this time behind Brendan and watched.

Brendan stood and pondered the tree, Shannon's breath warm on his neck. At any other time this might have unnerved him but he felt as if he were channelling Shannon's energies. He looked at the strands of leaves shadowing the house and realised that was what he loved... it complimented the ornate cornices of the house. He raised the camera, thought of that, and clicked.

"Now, to be sure, take a few more, maybe change your position a bit, height of camera, center of focus... just small things that can make a huge difference in what the camera captures for you." Reaching around the other man, Shannon's arm fit under his as he nudged Brendan's elbow. "Try another, and then we can move on to another location if you'd like."

Brendan tried to shrug off the thought that Shannon's arm around his felt so good. There was nothing in this...just one guy helping another out. He concentrated on the viewfinder. "Yeah I see what you're doing," he said pressing the shutter again.

"Very good, now, I'm going to place my hand under yours, you're still shaking a bit. So, when you take your next shot, take a breath, release and snap." Moving closer behind Brendan, Shannon was nearly flush with the other man's body, his arms both circling him. "Ready"

Brendan held his breath, trying to steady himself to cope with Shannon's closeness. "Okay," he managed to say.

"Aim," Using his own hands as well, Shannon adjusted the camera angle slightly, then lowered his voice to intimate a more relaxed atmosphere, "breath, release, shoot." It felt wonderful to have the taller man in his arms, and Shannon knew it wasn't completely necessary, but it was, also, a technique he'd used before...

"It feels good. I always tense up too much," Brendan said trying not to tense at how good it did actually feel.

Placing one hand on Brendan's shoulder, Shannon could actually feel the tight muscles under the warm flesh. "I can see..." Pushing his thumb into the rigid muscle, Shannon began to gently massage it. "It's hard, taking pictures I mean, when your muscles are wound too tight. Breath through it though, it'll be fine." Half a step forward and Shannon was pressed fully to the taller man. "Want to try another one or move to a different place?"

All Brendan wanted to say was want to stay here like this but with fuck you need to get laid running through his head he said, "We should move on."

"Okay." Stepping back, Shannon brought his camera from behind his back where he'd put it while working with Brendan, and moved toward a small plot of land. It wasn't much, dirt and rocks, some debris, but beyond that, there was a copse of trees and you could really get some interesting pictures. "Come with me, I want you to see this place." Shannon steadfastly refused to think how great it had been to hold Brendan.

"Cool," Brendan grinned following along like a loping puppy.

Entering the wooded area was like entering another world, or so Shannon thought every time he went in there. There was a tranquil stillness, a lush feeling that surrounded one with a sense of being alone, being part of one's surroundings. Their soft steps were broken only by the crunch of twig or leaf under foot. Perhaps two hundred feet inside, the small forest gave way to a wide brook, the bubbling water dancing over half submerged rock. "Beautiful, huh?" Shannon kept his voice low, keeping with their surroundings.

"I never knew this place existed," Brendan whispered.

"Found it by accident myself." Shannon moved to sit on one of the old rotted logs he'd dragged over for just that purpose. "Maybe about a year or so? Had a fight with Jared and since we both have really hot tempers, figured it'd be better to leave for a while... so I just kind of wandered around, then stumbled onto this. I've never seen signs that anyone else has ever been here." Shannon loved being here, the water soothing his mind and soul.

Another reference to Jared.. Brendan shrugged off the tinge of disappointment sitting on another log and looking around. "Great find!"

"He's not so bad, at least he pays his share of things for the house." Shannon lifted his camera, focused and caught Brendan just as he was turning his head. "Gotcha!"

"I meant the woods, but yeah Jared's great." Brendan blinked at the flash of the camera in his face.

Shannon smiled and decided Brendan was sitting too far away. Moving he perched next to the other man. "He's not a great find, he's a freaking pain in the ass. Now, the woods, those are as you said, 'great find'!"

"So beautiful," Brendan sighed looking around. "Man this is different to Seattle!"

"Tell me about it." Shannon swung one leg over the log so he was not facing the other man.

"Do you come here often? Man now I've found this place I'll be coming here regularly...picnics and photo shoots and whatever I can do here."

Brendan wasn't subtle, and the message was loud and clear. He wasn't going to talk about Seattle. "I do come here to relax a lot, and of course the pictures. Yeah, maybe just a bite to eat once in a while... think you'd like to join me some day?"

"I'd really like that," Brendan smiled. "At least you know I can cook...sort of."

Patting his still quite satisfied stomach, Shannon grinned. "I'd say you did a great job. I liked it all. Thanks." Dusk was beginning to fall, the night creatures stirring and a peacefulness beyond what had already surrounded them fell.

"It's sorta getting too dark to take photos but I don't want to leave here,' Brendan sighed. "It's so nice to just sit somewhere like this."

"We don't have to..." Shannon watched the softening of Brendan's face as darkness touched him. Leaning forward, his intent to kiss him, Shannon stopped, unsure what Brendan's reaction would be. Bringing his hand up instead, Shannon traced a finger along the curve of Brendan's chin. Once reaching the side, he gently turned the other man's face toward him. Scooting closer to Brendan, he leaned forward and pressed his lips gently to the corner of Brendan's mouth. "I'd love to kiss you..."

Still assuming Shannon and Jared were a couple Brendan thought Shannon meant just a friendly peck. "Hey dinner was nothing..." he joked.

"Dinner was great, but this had nothing to do with that." Moving closer, Shannon snaked his hand around to the back of Brendan's neck and tugged him closer still. "I want to kiss you." Moving so his breath ghosted over the other man's lips, Shannon finally pressed his lips full on to Brendan's, a soft gentle touch.

Brendan wanted to kiss back but he didn't know where he stood. He allowed Shannon's lips to connect with his and that was it. Hell, he was even assuming Shannon was gay and was with Jared. He didn't know!

Deciding a little more persuasion was needed, Shannon let his tongue slip out to tease at Brendan's lower lip.

"You're not with Jared?" Brendan checked before allowing this to go further.

Pulling back, Shannon studied the other man. It was hard to figure out how to answer that question... half-truth seemed the best path... "Not like you think."

"So he wouldn't punch me out if I kissed back? Sometimes it's hard to know you know..." Brendan added. How many times had he misread situations like this?

"Kiss me... anyway you want. For as long as you'd like..." Voice husky, Shannon brushed his lips over Brendan's.

Brendan wrapped his hand at the back of Shannon's head and pulled him in closer. "Just need to be sure...I didn't know whether you meant like this." His tongue slid between Shannon's lips.

Tingling shock danced through him, the strength of Brendan's kiss wasn't exactly 'rough' but there was a force behind it that had Shannon sweating fast. "Mmm, like that is good." Tipping his head, he invited Brendan's tongue inside with a flick of his own.

It had been a long time since Brendan had done anything like this. Maybe the last time had been with Jamie and that had been more as friends. Channing on the other hand had been a quick and urgent fuck.This would probably go nowhere but at the moment, as Shannon had said, it felt good.

Resting his hand on Brendan's thigh, Shannon moved deeper into the kiss, his chest rubbing against the side of the other man's as well. The feeling of someone new touching him had Shannon panting fast and since he was an extremely tactile person, he let his fingers wander... toward the inner part of Brendan's leg.

"God! You sure about this?" Brendan gasped still a little unsure of where he stood with Shannon.

Breaking the kiss, Shannon pulled back. "Sure about what? Kissing you? Fuck, after that demonstration you have to ask?" Rambling, Brendan had managed to make Shannon ramble, and he liked it.

"Just sometimes I never know where I stand you know?" Brendan sighed. "You feel so good and I don't want to misinterpret. It's happened too many times and..." Brendan stopped talking and relaxed.

Stroking his fingers through Brendan's hair, Shannon smiled softly after parting their lips. "I don't fuck around with people or on people. I don't use or abuse, and I certainly don't tease... unless it's something the other person wants." Deciding a slightly bolder approach would be better, Shannon managed to crawl into Brendan's lap, a leg on each side of his hips. "Now, where were we?"

"Making out for no apparent reason than we both wanted to," Brendan grinned shifting his hips against Shannon's. "You still taste like my food!" he laughed.

"Let's see what you taste like." Swooping down, Shannon slipped his tongue inside Brendan's mouth, swiping it over teeth and the roof of his mouth before dancing with the other man's tongue. Slowly rocking his hips, barely touching Brendan but for every other move, Shannon savored the flavor inside Brendan's mouth.

When Shannon finally broke away Brendan grinned. "And the answer is...?"

"Something worth savoring, but not in a rushed situation. And like anything worth having, the anticipation is part of the pleasure. Let's take this slow, see where things go, okay?" Inside Shannon there was a battle raging, one side wanted him to continue to seduce Brendan, but the saner side was telling him if this was to last, he'd have to go slow...

"I hope they go somewhere," Brendan smiled.

Watching as Brendan's hair fell back into place after his fingers had ruffled through it, Shannon smiled. "I'd like that too... so, it might be a good idea for me to get off your lap?" It was more a question, and one Shan half hoped the answer would be no. But in reality, it was best.

"A good but unwelcome one yes," Brendan grinned back. "Damn being so sensible."

One lingering, soft kiss and Shannon reluctantly slipped from Brendan's lap. "So... did you bring dessert?" Shannon figured if he couldn't have Brendan as his treat, some sweet would do.

"Back at your place unless Jared's eaten it all." Brendan reluctantly got up and dusted off his pants. "Desserts are my specialty...never cater without them."

Putting his hand on the small of Brendan's back, Shannon moved closer and loved the difference in their heights. "He's probably still out at the clubs trying to pick someone up."

Still confused about the relationship between Shannon and Jared Brendan simply smiled at Shannon's touch. "Don't worry, I brought enough for an army anyway."

"Good thing, you saw me with that bag of sweets the first time we met." Gathering the discarded cameras Shannon began to walk the darkened path back to the street.

24 January 2008; A cafe; Brendan Fraser, Robin Finck & Ville Valo, PG.

Wed, 23 Jan 2008 09:52:09 GMT

[cross posted to our_quarter, finck_q and valo_q]

"And then he said he wanted to print new posters for me," Ville said, fumbling with his lighter. "New posters, can you imagine? I doubt the guys will like that. He wants to have just me on them, and maybe a small mention of the band somewhere."

The waitress brought their coffees and Ville reached over to pluck the complimentary cookie from Robin's saucer, knowing he wouldn't mind. It was just one of all the small rituals they had already established and he did it without thinking. "Posters," he said again, shaking his head. "And flyers. And this when I was just trying to figure out what pictures to include in the booklet of the CD."

"Not the rest of the band?" Robin shook his head, in turn taking Ville's sugars and emptying them into his latte. "I wouldn't like that either. But hey if that's the deal then that's the deal. Who you gonna get to take the photos?"

"He's going to hire someone he knows from earlier commissions. I've seen his work, it's great, but I am not sure if it's something for my CD. For the posters and flyers okay, but for me.. I want something less... dramatic. He's good with advertising but not with capturing moods." And moods were the essence of his music, Ville thought, sipping his coffee.

Brendan stumbled into the cafe balancing a bagful of praline he had packaged for Jamie along with his groceries and some photos he had taken. Just as he reached the table gravity did her trick and he dropped everything... photos spilling across the laminex and onto the floor. "Shoot!" he grumbled just as a woman stepped onto one of his favourite polaroids.

"Wait, let me help." Ville bent to pick up some of the fallen papers and pictures, carefully piling them on the table. "Hey," he said when he recognized the other's slightly flushed face. "I know you."

"Thanks," Brendan said looking into Ville's face. "Sweet Things!" he smiled. "You like shortbread."

"And you made it for me," Ville grinned. "Hi Brendan. Are you thinking about changing profession?" He pointed at the photographs.

"Just my hobby," Brendan smiled back packing up the photos.

"Hey Brendan," Robin joined in. "You feeding my Ville's sweet tooth? You deserve a coffee for that!" Robin called the waitress over. "Refills for us and whatever he wants," he said pointing to Brendan.

"Yes, come join us," Ville insisted, smiling fondly at the 'my Ville' mention. "Are those your photographs?"

"Yeah just my dabblings. I only have a polaroid so they're pretty grainy and amateurish." Brendan shifted his long legs over the booth seats.

"I'm Robin," Robin smiled. "They look good, I like the graininess. May I?" he asked looking towards the pile.

"Looks great," Ville nodded. "Looks... natural. Are you doing this for money or for yourself?" He browsed through the pictures, spreading them over the table. "I like this one," he said, pointing at the photo of a dark window with raindrops on a dusty surface. "Would look great in black and white."

"Oh my God no money. As I said I just have a polaroid and run around to do this for fun." Brendan thanked the waitress when she delivered their coffees. He took a grateful sip and quietly ordered a bowl of fries for them to share. He smiled at Robin. "You chose my favourite."

"He's good with food. Knows how to pick my favorite stuff. And this really isn't easy as I basically live on cigarettes, coffee, and shortbread. But I think he's got some kind of sensor. Oh, you mean the picture..."

"Something in that sort of vein would be good for the album insert," Robin said still contemplating the photo. "I have an old SLR at home. He could use it and take some shots of you and the band." Robin's finger trailed over Ville's hand. "I think he'd capture the mood you want."

"I really like them," Ville agreed. "But are you even looking for work? Robin is selling you out already, but perhaps I should ask you first. I am trying to find someone to shoot a few pictures for my CD. The idea was that I would just give you a demo and you'd come up with ideas for it. Or maybe you want it more spontaneously, that's fine as well." He shrugged and nibbled on his cookie. "I have the images in my head when I write my songs and I am not that clumsy with the computer, but for the pictures, I'd really need someone with an eye for mood and setting."

"I'm not professional you know," Brendan shook his head worrying these guys had the wrong idea.

"I think that's the charming thing," Ville said, shaking his head. "Your photos are different... honest. You show what you see, not what everyone else wants to see."

"Well if you're up for me bumbling along I can give it a shot," Brendan grinned.

"I can pay you, if that's a problem. If you want you can do some test shots... just play around with what you think would suit. I'll give you a demo CD so you can get a feeling for the mood I was trying to achieve." Which pretty much summed up to dark and depressing, Ville thought and had to grin inwardly. If Brendan didn't think him weird so far, he certainly soon would.

"You should be professional," Robin smiled nodded at Brendan leafing through some of the shots. "These are awesome."

"I think I would even prefer the polaroid look," Ville said. "But that's up to you. This is your art."

"It's your album," Brendan replied. "I'll try the polaroid...it's sorta more my thing anyway."

"That's great!" Ville felt the familiar feeling of a creative rush, cookie and coffee forgotten immediately. "When do you have time to check out the CD? I don't suppose you've been to the Mile lately?"

"The Mile?" Brendan asked totally ignorant.

"The club where we play. You must come to my next gig." Ville fumbled one of his black business cards out of the back pocket of his pants. "Saturday or Sunday, whenever you like. Doors open at 8. Your drinks are on me, unless you drink yourself into oblivion with a bottle of Jack."

"Seen it done," Robin laughed. He noticed the look of trepidation on Brendan's face. "Come Saturday night and I'll be there... help you with that Jack."

"I'd be forever grateful," Ville insisted. "So there's no saying no. And then you can tell me if you want to work for a Finnish loonie with too much mood in his music to put it into photographs."

"There's never too much mood," Brendan smiled. "Hey guys I have a new praline...wanna try?"

"Always!" Ville laughed. "But don't tell me you have them in your bag as well. No wonder you have troubles carrying all that stuff! But I am sure Robin here will be glad to be of help too, so we should be able to rid you of all that overweight luggage."

16 October; French Quarter; Brendan Fraser and Jamie Cullum; PG

Tue, 16 Oct 2007 09:56:00 GMT

Cross posted to our_quarterand cullum_q

Brendan sat on the park bench, amusedly watching a group of very drunk teenagers attempt to make their way through the market crowds. They weaved in and out, the wiggly line of them annoying all and sundry. He was here for one of his meetings with Jamie. He was pleased they had managed to remain friends despite their failed attempts to make things more than that.

"Am I late?" Jamie said walking quickly up to Brendan. "I'm late, aren't I? Sorry, Bren," he apologized - not the first time he'd had to say he was sorry for being late, though Brendan was usually so calm he didn't make an issue over his tardy habits. Jamie looked at his watch, then smiled in relief when he saw the time, only a minute past their appointed time. "You're just early," he accused teasingly.

"You changed your watch so you don't look late didn't you?" Brendan laughed giving Jamie a big hug. "So how are you big shot?"

"Same as always - which means I'm not a big shot," Jamie assured, returning Brendan's exuberant hug. They started walking to the café, Jamie keeping up with Brendan's longer strides. "Did you like the concert? Wasn't Jesse great?" he enthused.

"You were both awesome," Brendan enthused. "And I hear you made a handsome profit for the charity."

"Yeah, we did, which is the important thing," Jamie nodded, sliding into a booth at a local restaurant. "I never thought I'd have the chance to work like that with Jesse - he's done a number here and there with me at the club, but this was something else."

"I could tell. You two really work well together," Brendan smiled.

"I wouldn't wanted to do the benefit with anyone else," Jamie agreed as he studied the menu. "So...what's new in your life? Anything? Or more importantly, anyone?"

Brendan hid a blush, mind going back to the night of the benefit. "No one permanent," he answered.

"But someone not-so-permanent?" Jamie prodded with a smile when he saw Brendan's red cheeks.

"A one night not so permanent," Brendan admitted.

"Ohhhhhhh?" Jamie drawled, proddingly, with a grin and an arched brow.

"You really don't want the gory details," Brendan tried knowing Jamie would.

"Oh, yes I do," Jamie insisted. "You can leave out the names to protect the not-so-innocent, but come on, spill," Jamie demanded, leaning forward.

"Okay. Well, on the night of the benefit? Did you see a security guard? He was there to mind Jesse," Brendan began.

Jamie nodded, his eyes widening though he didn't say a word. Channing? Channing and Brendan?

"I sorta got seduced..." Brendan admitted head down. "I'm so sorry Jamie...probably wasn't the best chosen of nights but...well man he was persuasive and...damn good looking." He waited for Jamie's reaction.

"Why are you apologizing to me?" Jamie was utterly mystified.

"It was your benefit night. I did see you play and all..." Brendan hurriedly explained. "It was after your performances."

"So? You got laid. That's great. Bet it was great," Jamie said with a knowing grin.

"Not the same as you and Jesse but yeah...finally got me some," Brendan shrugged.

"And that's bad?" Jamie didn't get Brendan at all.

Brendan gave a coy grin as he remembered how good it was with Channing. "Not bad at all. But it was your night and all and...man never seen him again. He was just a virtually nameless fuck. Not like me at all Jamie. And you...you've got Jesse."

"Yeah, I do," Jamie had to admit. "He, uh, thinks he loves me." Jamie's eyes grew wide and round as saucers as he stared at Brendan and the the revelation slipped out.

"That's awesome!" Brendan grinned. "But I could have told you that just watching you guys. You're lucky to have found him Jamie."

"Yeah," Jamie agreed with a quiet smile that glowed across his face. "I know I am. And just hang in, big guy, and someone will come along for you, too."

"Hey I have good friends!" Brendan grinned embracing Jamie in a bear hug. He loved it when he called him 'big guy'.

"It's not the same thing," Jamie said, worrying about his awkward friend sometimes, who acted like he hadn't ever been in a real relationship in his life. Even Jamie, with his erratic schedule and obsessive side had managed one or two of those before Jesse came along.

Brendan just smiled and changed the subject. "So how's the photography going? Got time for that lately?"

"Not really. Getting the concert together pretty much took up all my free time. Maybe now it's over I'll have some more time. You?" Jamie asked as their lunches were served.

"Just pottering around. We should take the cameras out again sometime...when you're not so busy." Truth be known Brendan had been spending too much time on the couch watching reality TV and eating pop tarts. "I sorta miss doing that."

"You free on Sunday?" Jamie suggested. "We could get together for a few hours."

"I'm always free," Brendan grinned. "If Jesse wants to come along and play with that big lens of yours..." Brendan giggled.

"I'll ask him, if he's free I'm sure he'd love to hang out," Jamie said as their food arrived. "We could go to that old cemetery we talked about? Or maybe the nature preserve again? Haven't been there in a while." Jamie tucked into lunch with his usual voracious appetite.

Brendan fondly remembered back to lying in the reserve, the two of them making out. At the time he had thought it would develop into more, but they were much much better being friends. Jamie needed someone more exotic like Jesse. He watched his friend shovel food into his mouth and smiled. That was one thing they did have in common...healthy appetites. "The cemetery would be cool. You don't think that would freak Jesse out?"

"Don't think so," Jamie said after thinking about it a moment as he swallowed a bite. "He's pretty cool, 'bout most of the odd places I end up." He couldn't help smiling a little as he recalled Jesse trying not to freak out when he came home dirty and sore from the old asylum he and Channing had explored.

"I could take a picnic for us all...do some of my cooking you love so much," Brendan grinned.

"Mmmm, now that sounds really tempting," Jamie said. "Those whiskey things you make are killer-good."

"Okay you're on!" Brendan said almost jumping in his seat. He enjoyed going out taking photos so much that he didn't care if he was the wall flower between Jamie and Jesse. Jesse was a nice guy and sharing a day shooting and eating was pure bliss to him.

"So how's business, candyman? Invent anything new?" Jamie was unashamedly hoping for one of those small bags of treats Brendan usually brought to him for their dessert.

"Well..." Brendan grinned. "Now that you speak of it..." Brendan bent down and reached into his nap sack. "I did this new thing with whisky. It's a whisky praline covered in chocolate. You want a bit?" He handed over a large bag and sat back to watch his friend's reaction.

"Of course I want a bite," Jamie grinned and took the bag, diving a hand inside. He popped the small candy in his mouth and chewed. "Mmmm. Delicious, Bren!"

"Awesome!" Brendan hugged him. "I brought another mixed bag for you," he said grabbing it from his bag. He knew only too well how much Jamie enjoyed sugar.

"I love being spoiled," Jamie grinned, taking the bag. "Thanks, Brendan. I'll have to think of a way to return the favor."

"Hey just being you is cool enough," Brendan smiled.

"Maybe you can come to dinner one night - or take-away, because you don't want to try my cooking!" Jamie suggested, smiling.

"I"m sure it's not so bad, but that would be awesome thanks." He laid his arm on Jamie's. "I'm pleased we could stay such good friends."

"Why wouldn't we?" Jamie asked.

"Why not indeed?" Brendan hugged Jamie tight. "Why not?"

14 Sept 07. Roussel Concert Hall/ various. Channing Tatum/Brendan Fraser, Jesse L. Martin. Hard R.

Sat, 15 Sep 2007 10:12:33 GMT

cross-posted to our_quarter, brendan_q, channing_q, jesse_q

Not that Channing was bored. Not that he was a week's worth of horny. Not that he was dressed like a Man in Black. Not that his purpose at this event and in life was escaping him. Not that. He was just restless.

His fingers were tapping a jazzy tune from the concert, his impatience being a poor improv' artist. Nowhere near as good as the billed guys, but anything better than failing at making small talk with his client, Jesse Martin. He could not exactly ask outright what was going on between him and Jamie, but something was afoot. As his eyes were wandering around the room with an apparently professional interest, he was thinking of the last night and how he should stop thinking about it. Could have fooled himself.

Channing was still bewildered at why Jesse's minders had thought he would need a bodyguard at a charity concert. Those fangirls were head over heels, but amazingly well-behaved. Unless the donors were taking the artists in the back room after the show and beating them up to get their money back. His eyes fell at the people around the dessert buffet table. Instantly, Channing perked up.

Brendan walked along the table checking out the selection. He piled a few cream cakes onto his plate, but then saw cheesecake. Not feeling it appropriate to hand back what he had just taken he simply added a few slices of chocolate chip cheesecake and then guiltily reached for his wallet to find a few more notes to contribute to the benefit.

He had no idea he himself was ogled at as an item on a dessert menu. Channing did not believe in diets where sex and sweets were concerned. Tall, dark and handsome. He could have some of that. If Brendan was a cake, he'd be called Death by Chocolate. And what a pleasant way to go.

The only problem was that Channing was sure he could not gallivant off and away from his client's side. Very unprofessional, even if, he could tell, Jesse would be positively delighted if Channing was just up and left. The other problem was that the tall, dark and handsome was closely followed by a short, blond and pudgy, who was continuously and annoyingly blocking Channing's view.

Brendan shoved the notes in the collection box and made a beeline for a seat. He reckoned with what he had just contributed, and the mass of praline he had donated that he was due a plate or two of dessert and another wine.

Jesse, on the other hand, was looking for Jamie. Wondering where Jamie was. Wondering why Jame wasn't there, with Jesse. He was sure that Jamie had a good reason. But before he could go any further, he was being grabbed by the elbow and he turned to look down at Tracey Thoms. "Girl! You came to N'awlins just to see me?! Well damn!" And he gathered her up into a hug. "How's the TV life treating you?!"

"Good, good. I flew down here to give money! You and your damned good causes," she teased. "I saw Idina and Taye here too, somewhere. You drew a crowd, boy!"

"You're tellin' me. Didn't do too bad, for being an ex-TV star, huh?"

She smiled at him, shaking her head.

Channing did not consider Tracey a threat. That is, she did not threaten to distract him from paying attention to where the tall guy with a dessert plate was heading. Unless she planned to hug Jesse to death. He could tell she was lining up for another embrace.

"What? What's got you shaking your head?"

She just smiled at him. "Something's here and agreeing with you."

"Don't you start saying I'm glowing," Jesse glowered at her.

"I wasn't gonna say a word. But now you mention it--"

"You hush your mouth!" Jesse laughed.

Channing rolled his eyes. It was all very nice for those two to discuss Jesse's happy sex life in front of him, but he was more concerned with getting his own next afterglow. He was not thinking of anyone else than that. He cleared his throat. "Would you like me to get you a drink, miss?" he asked Tracey, hoping to break free before there was more hugging.

Peering at him over Jesse's shoulder, Tracey looking back at her friend.

"Security," Jesse explained with a smile.

"Security?!"

"Don't ask." Jesse turned to Channing. "That'd be great. Thanks. Sloe gin fizz."

Hope you're not thirsty, girl. That sloe is not coming fast. Channing hid a smile as he was shouldering towards the tall, handsome guy he was eyeing all along.

Brendan shoved a slice of cheesecake into his mouth. He didn't know anyone here, and Jamie had been too caught up with being a good host to come over to chat much. Food, however, was a good alternate companion.

He did not know fate and a smirking personal protection agent had other plans for his time and his mouth. Channing leaned over the back of the chair next to him and hung there long enough and close enough to be noticed. He would have taken his jacket off to show off his build but, as he was on the job, he was carrying a weapon, so this would be too much of a first impression.

"You look like you need something," Channing smiled meaningfully and put a glass of wine in front of Brendan's face.

"I already have a drink but thanks," Brendan answered with a smile as soon as his mouthful was finished.

This was not an outright yes to the real proposition Channing was making here. However, the smile was looking good.

"You need more than a glass of wine to last through this party," he told him earnestly, dropping his head closer to Brendan's ear.

"It's been okay. The food is good and their performance was excellent," Brendan replied. "Just I don't really know anyone here."

Channing's head dropped between his arms for a moment there, in frustration. "I'm Channing. I do not really know anyone here either. How about we get to know each other?" he ventured playfully, tilting head to look into the man's eyes.

"Sure," Brendan smiled. "I'm Brendan. Pleased to meet you Channing." He wiped his hand on his pants before extending it with an embarrassed grin. "Sorry! A bit sticky."

"Aren't most good things? I would not mind getting my own hands sticky tonight," the handshake was loaded with meaning.

"There's plenty more cakes over there," Brendan pointed towards the laden table, totally ignorant to Channing's real meaning.

Channing did not want those cakes. He wanted this one, sitting right here, and he was hoping it was as succulent, as it was proving to be dense. Unless he started to lose his charms, and he made a mental note to do twenty push-ups more, daily. He tried a roundabout way, "We want to get to know each other here, right? What do you do, Brendan? For fun."

"For fun? Well, my hobby is photography. I work as a confectioner although I enjoy cooking in my spare time as well." Brendan grinned. It was nice this Channing was being so friendly.

"You make sweets?!" Channing's eyes popped out, he looked incredulously at the other man. He was getting used to artists and musicians alright, but this was wild. And hot. Those hands in chocolate and custard all day. Channing wondered if that meant Brendan liked uhm, licking... on spoons and other things. Wow. Now, Brendan had jumped to the head of the must-do list.

So Channing leaned in, very close to Brendan's ear and hotly muttered the words from Christina Aguilera song he was sure everyone knew:

He got those lips like sugar cane
Good things come for boys who wait
He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop
He's a sweet-talkin', sugar coated candy man oh
A sweet-talkin', sugar coated candyman

"Now that's funny!" Brendan laughed. "Unfortunately a day of making praline leaves me stinking of sugar...being sugar coated isn't quite as good as it sounds."

"You should let other people make their own opinions of that," pointed out Channing with a new hope. "What does your girlfriend say?" It never hurt to check if Channing's gaydar got broken by the tedium of the evening and, single-handedly, by Patrick's earlier hasty retreat.

"No girlfriend to tell me I stink," Brendan replied. This Channing seemed trustworthy and nice so he was about to admit he was not girl inclined when out of the corner of his eye he spotted one man easing his hand into another's pocket...and not in a good way. Brendan let his gut reaction rule. He jumped over the set of chairs and grabbed the guy by the scruff of the neck.

What?! Were Channing's lines that bad? This gotta be the first. He never had a guy to run away from him yet. He was sure Patrick had had this shit arranged, somehow. Or... maybe not? Apparently, to grab another man, his short and pudgy friend from the dessert table crowd. This was a hard blow to Channing's ego.

He squinted. This didn't exactly look like a good way to handle your date. If he did not know better, he'd think Brendan was trying to arrest his evening prospect. Or maybe? Damn.

Channing finally got it. He ran around furniture and people who were trying to get a better look. Forcing the short and pudgy to his knees was easy, and cuffing him was easy too, thanks to Brendan who had an iron grip on the man. Channing did not even have to break a sweat. He looked up at Brendan from down below, silently asking what the hell happened.

"He had his hand in that guy's pocket." Brendan pointed to a bewildered suited man. "He put his wallet in his own pocket." He was breathless not with physical exertion, but the surprise of such a thing happening. "You have handcuffs?" he said suddenly comprehending that Channing had cuffed the guy.

"I have a gun, too," muttered Channing pointedly into the perp's ear and poked two fingers into his back like a barrel. He was hoping the give the little shit a damn good scare. As for Brendan, "Thank you for trying to make a citizen's arrest, but let me take over from here. Or you'd mess up by reading him his rights or calling the cops. You are too sweet to survive a lawsuit," frankly answered Channing, hoisting the guy up and checking his pockets.

"I'm a personal security officer. Everything is under control," he announced to the gathering crowd, and pulled out not one wallet but three, two of them fancy. He pocketed the cheap one, he knew whose that was. Christ. The other wallet owners were getting loud. He remembered he left Jesse Martin unattended and Jesse's girl without her sloe and started to hyperventilate. Channing wasn't going to make a show of himself or the perp and to take away from the point of this dinner. Decisions had to be made.

"Here's your wallet, sir. And yours. Check if you're still rich. Good. Brendan, can you help me to get him out of here? Have a nice time, folks. Don't forget to donate. Better give to the Habitat than to your local pickpocket." Channing was not going to call the law and order.

Brendan hauled the guy up with little effort and pulled him towards the door. "That's a very bad thing you were doing there...and at a benefit...shame on you!"

From his spot in the corner, Jesse watched, and blinked. Damn. Okay, so maybe he'd not needed security, but it was a good thing Channing'd been there.

Channing followed suit, making a "five min" sign to Jesse. Jesse and Jesse's wallet looked pretty safe to him. The girl had a drink in hand. Maybe a little bit longer then. When outside, he pulled the cheap billfold out of his pocket, rummaged in it and read, "Humbert Humbert. Hmm, you have an address, and a picture of your front yard. And a problem with poor folks getting a place to live. I know some boys from the hood who are three to a room. I am texting them your home address in five, they might want to give you a piece of their mind on habitat, stealing and humanity. I'd get out of town if I were you. And a job." He took his cuffs off, unceremoniously, then gave the pudgy gentleman his wallet and a light push on his behind. Channing knew the cops would take him all night and the pickpocket would be out on the street again, eventually. So why not speed up the justice process, with a good scare.

With morbid curiosity, Brendan and Channing both followed the hurriedly stumbling pickpocket with their eyes. Then Channing turned and grinned, "Give me five, Brendan. Those were some good reflexes for a candy maker."

"I used to play basketball," Brendan shrugged. "I'm tall...got me a place on the team. I think more of interest is how you handle those handcuffs!" he laughed. "You musta been watching lots of cop shows."

Channing stared at him. It was not the time to tell that his father taught him the three best ways to deal with a handcuff lock with a paper clip when he was ten. Or that he mostly cuffed people who were begging for it.

"I work as a bodyguard, Brendan. It is a professional skill, not that it has not been useful or popular... But that's besides the point. You're interested in the handcuff action with me or am I reading this wrong? I've been trying to get through to you on this all night."

"Pardon?" Brendan stuttered.

"In other words, do you want to fuck?" Channing's half-smile was frank and inviting, nothing lewd about him. The cooler air and the empty street, he was feeling refreshed. Enough of party bullshit. He slid out of his formal jacket, showing off his body in a white shirt, hugged with a holster. "I've been watching you for a while there, and yeah... you look good. The night is young, you're free and I'm free ('apparently'), and I want to see that comic hero body of yours naked and sprawled. Does this sound like a plan? Handcuffs are optional, unless you have a bad cop fantasy. So, what about it?" He was as honest as it gets.

"With me?" Brendan asked gormlessly. He had never ever had someone be so direct; someone with such a well built body, and a gun...and handcuffs and...Brendan was so taken aback he forgot to answer.

"Oh screw the talking," muttered Channing, and covered two steps towards Brendan in one jump. He pulled the other's head down and kissed him, hard, with plenty of tongue, making his point clear.

"You really mean it don't you?" Brendan pulled back breathlessly when Channing was finally done. "I have no idea why...I'm out of your league. There's plenty classier and better looking guys here than me."

Usually never the one to argue with compliments and heated proposals, Channing looked at him with considerable confusion. "You don't get out much, do you? I can assure you'd do very well in an all-boy club. You look damn fine, both back, 'phew', and front. Those ladies who buy your chocolate, they probably come twice as often just to make you get that one little box off that high shelf. I don't have any clever opinion on your personality, but we're not here for that, are we?" He ran a hand over Brendan's broad chest and placed it below his belt, spread flat out and to the point. "So, what about it?"

"If you say it like that then..." Brendan was flattered but more to the point turned on by Channing's hand on him. "I just have to let you know...I don't usually do this sort of thing...well never really." His mouth was dry and he fought to get the words out, so powerful was Channing's touch.

"Man, I do it all the time," Channing meant to reassure, not to scare away with the real extent of his getting about. He squeezed Brendan's length through the fabric and stroked him a few times, with a little smile. "You getting more comfortable with the thought? Where would you like to go? I have time right now or after I get off the job." Channing did not want to go home, into an uncomfortable silence or worse, empty rooms.

"You'd do it while you're working?" Brendan asked wide eyed not only at the concept but at the strokes along his cock. "I have no idea where to go...but not here. It's my friend Jamie's night so it wouldn't be right here you know?"

The thing was, Jesse Martin would be positively delighted to do without Channing's company for a few more minutes, but Channing did not want to push. Especially that 'whirr, click, turn' Brendan knew Jamie as well. It would not be strategic to exclaim jovially "oh gee but we have friends in common", because that might scare the guy away, screaming. Some do not like to mix sex and social acquaintances. Maybe, they were not so wrong, all considered.

So, instead, Channing said, "There is a bar on the corner of this and that. When this party is over, you go straight ahead and I will join you. Get a stiff drink for yourself while you wait. I will make sure the rest of your evening perks up." With one last promise of a squeeze on Brendan's cock and a wink, Channing brushed past him and ran lightly up the stairs, to join the festivities again. He hoped the guy would not change his mind on the way to the bar. Would be a damn shame.

Brendan shook his head in amazement, watching Channing disappear into the crowd. He knew things worked a bit differently in New Orleans, he'd walked down Bourbon Street often enough. But for him to be involved...that was a totally different thing altogether. However, Channing's touch still resonated around his cock and he was already half hard and...

~*~*~

Channing Meets Virginia Martin, Jesse's Mama

~*~*~

Having delivered Jesse's mama in the capable hands of a Sheraton receptionist, and being sent off with one of her patent hugs, Channing stepped on the pedal and was in front of the bar in a few hurried minutes. He was almost sure Brendan would be gone by now, but it did not hurt to check. So he stepped into the smoke and started to turn his head around frantically, looking for the tall, dark and handsome in this crowd.

Brendan swallowed down his second beer. He was still unsure about being here, especially as it wasn't the sort of pub he would usually go to. He'd already had several 'offers' to go to a backroom, and he was thinking that if Channing didn't turn up soon he'd leave. This was not his scene at all.

"Hey," a relieved voice said into his ear and an arm briefly went around him, as Channing was sliding up between the other bodies to the bar. He looked at Brendan's two empty beers. "Sorry for the wait. You would not believe what I've been doing, so I would not tell you. You want another drink? Something stronger? Hey, Big Tony, I'll have a vodka, on the rocks." He waved at the bartender and casually placed a hand on Brendan's leg.

Channing's touch was like a jolt of electricity through him. Brendan forced his leg to stay where it was, despite his surprise that Channing was doing this so openly. "Maybe yes...maybe something stronger," he managed to stutter.

"Make it two," winked Channing to the burly, ink-covered Tony. He waved to someone he really should have known but forgot the name and switched his attention completely to his new friend of the evening, his hand traveling upward. He was so on for this fuck, with a tight, happy grin of the goodtimes just around the corner. "So, Brendan, what are you really like? Tell me something. Something I gotta know. Something I can do for you."

Brendan had no idea of what to say, and had difficulty speaking anyway. "Ummm..."

"Ok," a hand finally reached to palm Brendan through the trousers, insistent and clever, making sure the fabric provided the friction. Channing stepped in closer, smoothly nudging a knee between Brendan's legs, no longer teasing, more like starting something. "I guess that means you don't have any special requests for tonight. Just good, old fucking. A hard cock, no fancy tricks. I like that idea. Oh here's the drink."

Brendan groaned when they were interrupted by the drink's arrival. He had had no intention of doing this but Channing was clever with his touches and his approach had Brendan wanting him. He took a long sip of his drink to gain courage and then said, "Anything you could give me Channing." He knew it sounded pathetic and needy but that's what he was. He hadn't had a fuck in God knows how long and he could instinctually tell Channing would be good.

"Drink up then," Channing showed Brendan just how, one gulp and shudder, not waiting for the ice to melt. Felt the rush. Then leaned into his neck, sucking gently just between the earlobe and the short dark hair. His hand only quit Brendan's cock for a few seconds to stroke himself, concealed now by Brendan's knee. He needed that, he suddenly ached to actually do something with tonight, now, right now, a good fuck to make all it better. "Drink up fast, Bren. I need your clothes off. I need your clothes off. I need you naked and waiting. But not here."

"I should imagine not!" Brendan laughed nervously. "Umm but where do we go to...you know?"

"There are rooms in the back. Unless you like fresh air?"

"Outside?" Brendan gasped. "Look Channing I don't usually do this sort of thing so anything different like outside is a bit of a stretch to my imagination. Sorry."

"Ok," a brief, heated kiss and Channing was already heading for the back of the bar, flashing looks over his shoulder. He propped an arm on a door frame with a slow smile, waiting for Brendan to catch up.

~*~*~

Less than an hour later, a red truck stopped in front of Brendan's place. They had driven in silence, broke only by Brendan's the second left or the next right. "Well," said Channing, awkwardly and looking straight and away "Here you are. A bit after the curfew but..."

"Thanks for driving me home," Brendan said barely able to look Channing in the eye. "I hope it wasn't too out of your way."

It was but when he had looked at Brendan walking away on the empty dark street, it just felt wrong to let him get in trouble or worse, get lonely minutes after they were naked together.

"Wait," suddenly said Channing, catching Brendan's shoulder. "C'mere." He leaned way to the right from the driver's seat and caught Brendan's mouth, starting a kiss. They had not kissed once during the whole frantic, moaning, urgent encounter. It was not about meaningful or slow. It was about who gets naked first. About how the muscles played on Brendan's back when Channing first thrust all, the, way. Or about leaving light bites which were fast disappearing in the flushed skin. Or about how truly, unbelievably tight and sweet Brendan felt to him at first, and how open and clenching hot that got as their moans got into a loud rhythm. It was about getting off, no holds barred.

Here, however, reflected in the dark windows of a house, it felt like that even a good honest fuck needed a proper ending, so their, now crossed paths, could continue their separate ways to somewhere or someone else.

Brendan was caught by surprise. He had assumed Channing had only been after one thing, but had driven him home out of politeness. He let the other man's tongue run over his and stifled a sigh when he pulled away. "Thanks...for everything."

"Was it good for you?" asked Channing the ubiquitous but suddenly meaningful question, smiling into Brendan's face.

"Very good," Brendan shyly grinned. "I'd sorta forgotten how good it could get," he admitted.

"So we fucked, it felt good and you are still fine, right? Or you will be," Channing patted Brendan on his knee, a weight lifting off his shoulders. "Just do not keep this at home anymore, ok? But be careful who you get with. Someone tries to fuck you over, ask the Big Tony for me and I'll deal with them, 'k? You can pay me back with chocolate."

"That I can do easily," Brendan smiled. "Pop by the store sometime...if you've a mind to." He lowered himself tenatively out of the truck, a little sore from their encounter. It was a good pain though, one filled with satisfaction.

The truck engine revved ominously as Channing headed back home, with no more excuses but to start picking up the pieces of his life in the last few weeks. His heart sank every time when passing every lit window of someone waiting for someone special to get back. He was reasonably sure that he would not find even a candle flicker at his own place, and, looking up, it was as dark and lonely as his state of mind.

10 July 2007; Brendan Fraser; Shannon and Jared Leto; Shannon Leto and Jared Leto's house; PG-13

Tue, 10 Jul 2007 10:32:16 GMT

Cross posted to new_cuba, shanimal_q, and jared_q

Shannon rummaged around in the closet, his ass wagging in the air as he tried to find the old box, the one with all the attachments for the Polariod.

"Shan, as much as that's a lovely view, and very inviting... what the fuck are you doing?"

"Got it! And fuck off you perv... I was looking for the box for Brendan." Shannon brought a grim covered face to his brother, teeth even whiter in the the darkness of his face.

Leaning against the hallway wall, Jared just shook his head, "You couldn't have done that this weekend when you wouldn't have been rushed?"

"Fuck off Jay..." Wiping the dust from the box with his shirt, he tossed the square to his brother. "Put that on the table in the living room for me? I'm gonna change." Not waiting for his brother to comply, Shannon began to pull his shirt off.

Brendan walked along the street, counting houses as he went because many didn't have numbers. He supposed they had disappeared during Katrina and never been replaced. Some places were looking okay, and others still needed touches like paint and garden tidying. At times like this he wished he could have helped people more. He grinned at an old lady who was attempting to pull some rather non-compliant weeds out and although it would make him late asked her if she needed a hand. He just couldn't pass by.

Shannon looked out the window, first one way then the other, but he didn't see Brendan yet. Just as he was about to turn away, he spotted Mrs. Lameux working her garden, and it seemed she'd gotten help this time. Watching as the other man bent slightly, Shannon nodded at the view. Shifting his eyes up the street one more time, Mrs. Lameaux's helper lifted his head... Brendan.

"Hey Jared, want a peek at Brendan before he gets here? He's helping in the garden across the road."

Jared wiped his hands as he strolled into the living room then over to the window. Brushing elbows with Shannon, he leaned against the window frame. "He's cute. You fuck him yet?"

Shannon scowled at his brother before replying. "I don't fuck everything that moves, that's your job."

"Quite right... and damned good at it I am too." Pushing off, the younger brother left Shannon to his viewing pleasure. "I'll wait for the close up..." He drifted back as Jared moved down the hall.

Refusing the grateful offer of a glass of ice tea Brendan dusted off his hands after easily pulling up the errant weeds. He waved farewell to the old lady, promising he would drop by and attack the weeds again in a couple of weeks. How'd I become a personal gardener? he mused to himself as he waved goodbye and recommenced his search for Shannon's place.

Head against the glass, Shannon watched Brendan turn in a slow circle. /Guess he's lost.../ Stepping to the door, Shannon pulled it open and walked out onto the porch. "Brendan, over here!"

"Oh cool thanks! I'm having trouble figuring house numbers out." Brendan headed over to the smiling Shannon. When he got there he motioned to his basket of food. "I have a little less than when I headed out sorry...donated to your neighbour. Hope we've got enough."

Jerking his thumb over his shoulder, Shannon indicated the house. "No probs, got plenty of shit in here... Come on in and don't worry about Jared... he doesn't bite any more and no longer humps strangers' legs." The last few words were shouted down the hall. A mumbled 'fuck you Shannon' floated back. "Kitchen's this way."

Brendan smiled at the familiarity between the two. "You guys been living together for a while huh?"

"Feels like fucking forever sometimes." Raising his voice again, Shannon addressed Brendan, but yelled to Jared. "He's a lazy fuck! Can't even pick up after his lazy ass!"

"And I repeat Shanimal, fuck you!" It was still muffled, but Jared's words were still clear enough to hear the laughter in them.

"Ahh, stuff him." Moving a few pictures from the table, Shannon tipped his head toward it. "You can unload there if you want."

"Thanks. I have some vegetarian stuff for Jared if he's going to stay. If not you can refrigerate it and he can have it later...if you don't tease him the hell out of the place," Brendan laughed. "There's some home made bread and dips to start, some pie, salads, and a few pastries and cakes. I know you like those."

Shannon watched as the items were placed on the table, his eyes growing wider with each placement. "Holy fuck! You feeding an army?" Reaching out, his finger extended, Shan swiped a dollop of cream frosting. Sucking it off, he moaned loudly. "Oh man, that's delicious."

"What you sucking on now Shannon?" Jared's voice drifted from the doorway; leaning on the frame, he studied the table. "Looks promising what ever it is."

"Hi...Jared is it?" Brendan smiled. "I'm Brendan. There's some vegetarian pie and a walnut and raisin salad in there for you. Shannon told me you don't really like meat."

"Well..." Jared started to comment, but a glare from Shannon stopped him. "You're right; I'm not into eating animals." Tossing a smirk in Shan's direction, Jared moved further into the kitchen. "Shit, this smells better than it looks!" Swiping a walnut from the container closest to him, he chewed. "Good stuff Brendan, nice."

"Jared, don't be a pig. Use a fork for fuck's sake." Shannon shot an apologetic glance toward Brendan; Jared on his best days was still a handful.

"It's okay, every chef likes to see people appreciating their food. Go for it Jared," he gestured pushing the bowl Jared's way.

Scooping a bit more on his fingers, Jared shoved all three into his mouth and made happy noises. "Have some Shan, it's really good!" Noticing the finger mark in the cake frosting, he turned a dark blue eye to Shannon. Pointing, he grinned. "No tossing stones you shit!"

Shannon couldn't help it, he simply burst out laughing. "Fucker," was mumbled low, but still endearingly. "I have plates and stuff over here, wanna eat now Brendan?"

"Your call. The stuff will keep and none of it needs to be hot. Although you could heat the pie if you want. Seeing as Jared's started let's follow suit then I'll hold you to having a look at your equipment."

Snorting, Jared began to cough, his hand held to his mouth. Chocking through his laughter, he waved Shannon off and headed toward the bathroom. Mutterings could be heard as the door closed. "...equipment... old.... fucking..."

"Ignore him, he was dropped on his head as a baby, then down a flight of stairs, and uh... got into the habit of chasing parked cars." Handing a plate and fork to Brendan, Shannon stared at all the food. "Shit, I don't know where to start!"

"Go for the meat!" was yelled back through the bathroom door.

Brendan giggled. "I sort of fed him that line didn't I? Oh, and there's a dressing for the salad. I didn't put it on yet...the lettuce would wilt if I did."

"He's a sick fuck - told ya, dropped on his head." Grabbing various spoons from the drawer Using the knife, Shannon sliced off some bread and put it on his own plate, then a bit of the dip. "God I'm gonna stuff myself tonight!"

"Good! That's what it's there for," Brendan smiled.

"Let's take this into the living room, we can kick back and relax while we devour this." Grabbing a beer from the ice bin, he offered one to Brendan as he called out to Jared. "Yo, Jay - when you're done jerking off, wash your hands, get your ass out here and grab some food. We're going into the living room."

Brendan took the beer with a nod of gratitude. He was fast getting the impression Shannon and Jared might be a little more than just flatmates. Too much of their banter revolved around sex. He might be way off the mark; Shannon and Jared could be firmly entrenched heterosexuals for all he knew. What he did know though was that they were nice friendly guys and that was all that mattered.

"Sorry about the furniture, it's kind of beaten up - but comfortable. Kick your shoes off if you want, feet on the couch is fine." Plopping down at one end, Shannon carefully pushed one of his cameras further onto the table and put his beer down.

"Hey you should see my furniture! Proudly bought at a yard sale and hauled to my place in the guy's pick up." Brendan sat down and although food was usually a major priority with him he couldn't take his eyes off Shannon's camera. "Wow a Nikormat...think I just sat in front of my wet dream. A friend back home had one... so comfortable to use."

"Yeah, that's my baby." With his free hand Shannon lovingly stroked his fingers over the metal rim of the lens. "They are rare now, only made between 1965 and 1977."

"So you're not digital?" Brendan asked food still forgotten.

"I have one, but... I prefer doing it all myself - gives me a feeling of control over my art." Shannon knew he usually looked a fool the way he treated his Nikkormat, but he didn't care. It in itself was a work of art, a beautiful creation with strong lines and subtle curves. Grinning at Brendan, he held it out to him.

"You're the second person here who's entrusted me with their baby," Brendan smiled remembering Jamie doing the same thing. He took the camera in his hand and man it felt good. "I brought my clunky old polaroid but this is beautiful Shannon."

Watching as Brendan's large hands held the camera; carefully, almost delicately, he nodded to himself. Picking up his Nikon, Shannon flipped the lens cover off, focused and snapped a quick picture of Brendan's hands. "Your hands are amazing. They're big, but you can handle delicate things as if they were nothing..." Raising the camera again, Shannon focused on the item this time, Brendan's hands 'fuzzing' into the background.

"I have chef hands...all cut up. But I do a lot of delicate work so I suppose I've learnt to take care of things."

"Good... no no, keep doing that - it's perfect" Shannon's voice was muffled behind the camera and his own hands, the soft fluttering 'snick' as the shutter moved ending his sentence.

"You know, all this talk of food and I walk into a conversation about hands!" Jared's words were muffled as well, his reason being a mouth stuffed with food. "This is awesome, you'll have to give Shannon the recipe, he can do the 'little homemaker' and do it up for me."

Still behind the camera, Shannon smiled before answering. "Fuck you Jared."

Jared's 'homemaker' comment clinched it for Brendan. These two were a couple. "The pie okay Jared?"

"It's great! Fucking better than anything Shannon's ever made." To prove his point, Jared shoved another large piece into his mouth.

"That's because I don't cook, ass!" Shannon's laughter proved the words had no heat. "What are you doing here still? Thought you had a sure thing hot date somewhere... or is that only with your hand?" Addressing Brendan, Shannon winked. "Sorry - camera and me equals carried away. Let's eat then we can play with the equipment."

"I thought that was my bad line," Brendan laughed. He couldn't quite put his finger on the relationship between Shannon and Jared. Maybe it was one of those open ones where they were together but not together. No mind, it wasn't his business, and this was one sweet camera in front of him.

Noticing how Brendan stared at the camera in his hand, Shannon made a bold offer that had even Jared blink. "If you'd like, maybe later I can show you how that one works."

"Man I'd enjoy that!" Brendan grinned. "So much so I'll encourage you to eat up so we can get down to it."

Shoveling in a mouthful, Shannon tried to grin around it but gave up. Jared, however, only shook his head. "Watch him, he's a pig and loves to put things in his mouth he can't always handle"

Middle finger extended Shannon continued to eat, this time with normal bites. "Jared - either sit or go. You're a pain in the ass." An innocent grin was thrown to Jared as Shannon looked back at Brendan. "Sorry, we can be a bit much."

"No you're fun," Brendan smiled shifting in his seat eager to play with the camera. He waited patiently for them to finish eating.

Jared moved first, pushing away from the wall he walked toward Shannon. Dropping his plate on top of the other man's, he ruffled his hair and gave a smacking kiss. "See you later Shannon; Brendan, nice meeting you - now you two behave!" Seconds later the door closed and there was silence.

"Bastard left me with the dishes again!"

June 23; French Quarter; Sweet things... Brendan Fraser/Shannon Leto; PG

Sat, 23 Jun 2007 11:06:29 GMT

Cross posted to shanimal_q and our_quarter

Shannon had a sweet tooth. A very bad sweet tooth... but luckily, he was picky; he went for quality instead of quantity. Which was his dilemma, he wanted chocolate... rich, creamy, dark, satiny smooth chocolate. Just thinking about it made his mouth water and his stomach gurgle in delight. But the display case before him seemed to carry mostly vanilla or yellow or anything else but chocolate. Sighing, Shannon turned to go and walked right into a carriage as it was being pushed past. Stumbling with it, he sent it careering into a stacked display of sprinkles... jimmies... ants or whatever they were called here. The name didn't matter, as they hit the floor, they all made the same loud noise that had people staring.
"Oh fuck."

"I am so sorry!" Brendan apologised. He hadn't seen where the guy had come from so intent was he on looking for the right cereal he had been craving for breakfast.

"My fault - when I'm on a sweets mission, no one else exists." Bending down, one hand on the carriage for support, Shannon began to pick up the scattered bottles. Obviously, with them scattered everywhere, it would be hard for him to push the shopping cart anywhere. "Sorry." Muttering it again, Shannon looked up and blinked. "Uhm... hi."

"What are you looking for?" Brendan asked helping to pick up bottles and waving off the descending store manager. "We're okay thanks, just a little mishap."

"Chocolate." Grabbing a rolling cylinder of red-hots, Shannon smiled when he caught the other man's gesture. "Thanks, that guy can be a real pric... pain." Scooping up another few, he stood to replace them on the table. "Cake, something sweet and good... can't stand the crap they pass off as desserts, but I want something really good."

"Chocolate pastry? Like chocolate croissants?" Brendan enquired shooting a sweet smile the manager's way as he retreated.

"I'm really into chocolate, and if it has fruit, like... cherries, raspberries." For dramatic emphasis, Shannon put his hand to his heart and winked. "Pretty much anything with chocolate except strawberries. So yeah, croissants, pastry is my favorite. You can pig out and not feel as if you've been bad." Corralling a few random bottles with his feet, he bent to pick them. "You into pastry?"

"Used to be a pastry chef so yeah...when I haven't spent hours rolling choux pastry I even don't mind eating it," Brendan grinned. "If you're after quality stuff I wouldn't be shopping here though," he whispered.

Shifting his body so it looked as if they were working on the same area, Shannon dipped his head and whispered conspiratorially. "Why? They grind up yesterday's stuff and remix it into today's?"

"It's just all yesterday's. They don't bake fresh every day. Think about it...no samples so you can't taste what you're buying. The bakery down the road is a whole different matter...absolutely top class." Brendan smiled. "I know the head baker there; he makes a mean cream puff."

"And chocolate?" Shannon winked as he placed the rainbow sprinkles next to the red-hots. "Warned ya, I'm addicted to chocolate." Leaning closer, he whispered again. "So, how far is this place and is it open now?"

"You got time? I'll take you," Brendan grinned back. "Just let me find my cereal and we'll be off."

Haphazardly placing the remaining containers on the table, Shannon grinned. "If it's any good, I'm all for it! So, what kind of cereal do you get?"

"Kashi and I can't always find it," Brendan said looking around. "They had it last month but now seems...no." He did a mock pout. "Ah well."

“Kashi, that's the healthy stuff right? What about uhm..." Shrugging and making a face, Shannon tried to think of another. "Oh! Total is good... not really the same, but good I guess. You know what? Why don't you show me this bakery and I'll treat you to a coffee and something sweet, okay?"

"You're on!" Brendan grinned. "Don't worry about the cereal I'll grab some bread for breakfast. Hold on and I'll just go pay for my vegetables."

Nodding, Shannon fell into step with the other man. He realized they hadn't even introduced themselves. "I'm Shannon by the way. Shannon 'klutz' Leto."

"Brendan." Brendan extended his hand. He pushed his basket of vegetables along to the check out girl and then shook Shannon's hand.

Taking the firm grip, Shannon smiled. "Pleasure." Watching as the items were rung up, he nodded toward them. "Vegetarian?"

"Oh God no! Just stocking up," Brendan said. "I'm trying to eat healthier...planned to make stir fry tonight."

"Wait... before, you said you were a pastry chef... were... are you a chef... uhm, not pastry chef now?" Grabbing one of the paper bags by the handles, Shannon stood at the end of the rubber conveyor belt. "Wish I'd known you before then..." The mumble was low and sincerely meant considering Shannon's love, near adoration of good sweets.

"I'm a qualified general chef but specialised as a chocolatier. Although now I work at Sweet Things making praline," Brendan explained. "I also make pastries so that's why I know the guy at this bakery so well. We sorta do the chef nerd thing and exchange recipes."

Hearing the word 'chocolatier' Shannon nearly drooled. "Will you marry me? I keep a neat home and uhm..." With a slight lift of shoulder, he let his words trail off for a moment. "Oh! I also make a great soup."

Brendan rolled his eyes. "Everyone wants me just for my chocolate," he laughed. "I tell you what after the bakery we can pass by Sweet Things and I'll grab you some samples."

/Sampling you might be something for the future.../ "Sounds great! Do you own the shop? I mean, for you to just stop in and pick up something?" Shifting the bag from one hand to the other Shannon smiled. "I'd like that... Chocolate may be my ultimate favorite, but that doesn't mean I'm not open to... experimenting."

"Me own a shop? No no no. I just work there but the salesperson who's on won't tell if I steal a few things for you." Brendan winked at Shannon. "Okay first the bakery." He opened the door and greeted the baker. "Hey dude brought a friend who wants to try your wares."

Walking into the cool interior Shannon inhaled and sighed. He never got enough of that smell, the scent of sweet, and tart, the mixture of baked goods all set to tease him. The display case was right in front, and the cakes and cookies all laid out to tantalize... and they did. "I think I'm in trouble..."

"Start him off with one of your chocolate éclairs," Brendan smiled. The baker reached for one of the samples with his tongs and placed the chocolatey creamy treat on a small paper plate.

Shannon stared at it a moment, mouth open. Taking the plate, he smiled and thanked the baker. One bite later and he was nearly grabbing a chair to sit on. "Damn! How the hell did I miss this place?" Turning his wide eyes to Brendan, Shannon grinned. "Thank you! Now, coffee and something?"

"Hey we haven't finished with you yet." He smiled at the baker. "George...I think a chocolate croissant would be in order next."

With puppy dog eyes on Brendan, Shannon stood once more and held out the small white plate. "I may never leave."

"We'll take two of each thanks George...and I need a loaf of rye." Brendan nodded when George asked him if he wanted it cut thick. "That'll be breakfast now," he smiled at Shannon. "Okay next on the tour is Sweet Things for some stolen treats."

"You know what? I'm beginning to think running into you is a damned good thing!" Watching as the baker carefully selected the items, Shannon kept smiling. "Thank you Brendan, this is really great of you."

"Easily done," Brendan grinned and handed Shannon the package. "Thanks George!" he smiled and handed over his money.

Realizing the other man had paid, Shannon nudged him with his shoulder. "Coffee is on me."

"Yeah yeah," Brendan shrugged and set off at a pace for Sweet Things. "When we get there don't say anything, just let me talk okay?" he winked.

"Sure, I can do that." A curious glance was tossed in Brendan's direction, but either he didn't see it or didn't care to comment. "So... any reason I should be quiet?"

"You'll see," Brendan grinned.

"Ahhhhhhhh! A man of mystery... I love unraveling mysteries." Adding a skip to his step, Shannon caught up with Brendan. Since the man had longer legs... nice legs but longer than he did, he'd found himself a tiny step behind... not that the view was bad or anything...

Brendan opened the door to the familiar ping of the bell. The salesgirl appeared with a helpful skip to her step until she spotted Brendan. "Bren...you're not working today are you?"

"No no, just bringing a potential buyer in. You got some samples? Maybe a bag of everything we have?"

Shannon could get in trouble in here too; the display was different from the other shop, but just as delicious looking. Opening his mouth to comment, Shannon literally bit his lip to stop himself.

Mary's demeanour changed again knowing there was a customer present. "Certainly, I'll just prepare a bag for you Sir." Brendan muffled a grin and didn't dare look at Shannon. "Make sure you put some of the chocolate in there...they're of particular interest to him."

Lifting an eyebrow, Shannon turned in a half circle - as if he was viewing the rest of the shop - but in reality, he wanted to face Brendan. Grinning widely, he winked and barely contained a snort. /Bren huh?/

Brendan nodded for Mary to place more samples in the bag until it was brimming. He smiled and thanked her and handed it to Shannon. "There you go Sir he mocked. “ I hope these help."

"Thank you, and also for telling me about this shop." Nodding his appreciation, Shannon clutched the bag; the aroma rising from it heavenly.

"You're welcome," Brendan smiled. "Any time."

Without turning around, Shannon eyed the door and then looked at Brendan; did they make their escape now?

"Thanks Mary," Brendan shot over his shoulder and dashed out the door. With a giggle, he poked Shannon. "Got away with it!"

Laughing once they were far enough away from the store, Shannon opened up and laughed. "Fuck! You're as crazy as I am! That was great..." Carefully holding the bag so none of the sweets fell out - what a tragedy that would be! - Shannon smiled at the taller man. "What would have happened if she didn't believe you?"

"Run fast!" Brendan laughed. "Go on...try one."

Digging into the bag with childhood glee, Shannon pulled one out. A wide grin of appreciation crossed his face before he sank his teeth into one. When the flavor exploded on his tongue, he moaned - long and loud. "Oh fuck! That is amazing... shit, like sex for your tongue."

Brendan dramatically raised an eyebrow. "Never been told that before...maybe we should use that line on a poster along Bourbon Street!"

Face alight with joy, Shannon offered the bag to Brendan after pulling another out for himself. "I haven't had this much fun in ages; thanks."

"No thanks. I spent hours making those fuckers...you get to the stage where you really don't want to smell sugar any more. I think I spend most of my life smelling like something out of Willy Wonka," he laughed.

Mouth full of the sweet, Shannon mumbled, "Don't tease me..." Bringing the bag back to his chest as if to protect it, he looked around. "So, coffee?" One more piece and he rolled the top closed. He may adore confections, but he wasn't stupid about it.

"Coffee sounds awesome," Brendan enthusiastically said. "Might have a burger as well, I'm hungry."

"Cool," Swinging his head from side to side, Shannon gave up. "I don't know the area, where's a good place?"

"Newbie huh? I was one of those once." Brendan pointed down the street. "There's a nice place just a couple of blocks away. So where you from?"

"Oh, I was born in Louisiana... but not here. Further out really. And before you say it, I know... don't have much of an accent... Spent a few years in South America and uhm, just wherever." Moving in stride with Brendan this time, Shannon asked a few of his own. "So, what about you? Where you from?"

"Seattle...that's why I need my coffee," Brendan laughed.

"This is the only place I've ever found that does the coffee right, with just that touch of chicory to it..." Licking his lips, Shannon gave an exaggerated smack as if savoring the flavor at that moment. At the rumble of his stomach, he patted it. "Think I might need to feed this monster too."

"So what do you do Shannon?" Brendan asked opening the door to the cafe and breathing in the aroma of coffee and assorted hot foods.

"Aspiring photographer... or struggling. Depends on what day of the month it is. Which is why I was in the grocery store bakery... their stuff is cheaper." Sliding into a chair, he relaxed. Watching Brendan, Shannon realized just how much taller than him he was...

"You are kidding me? Photographer?" Brendan almost squealed.

Shannon grinned at his companion, enjoying his reaction. "Yeah... why's that got you so excited?"

"I'm a geekily enthusiastic amateur," Brendan replied. He couldn't believe this...first Jamie and now Shannon.

"You know what the difference between an amateur and a 'professional' is? The so called professional thinks they're good enough to make a living at it... and some just aren't." Lifting a menu, Shannon grinned as his stomach gurgled in appreciation of the items listed. "Oh man! Curly fries with cheese... fuck, have to have them... and a nice thick, double stuffed burger..."

Brendan grinned. "Seems we have food in common as well. I had my eyes on those fries and cheese as well."

"Double order and share?" He was a glutton for them; in the double order, you actually got almost a full third order... and they were amazing. "Want me to get the waiter?"

"You read my mind...and I'll get a burger. I'm starving."

Giving a nod toward the hovering girl, Shannon flashed her his sweetest grin. "Hey hon... we're ready to order." Looking at Brendan, he winked.

"We're both hungry boys so it's a double order of the curly fries with cheese and I'll have a burger with the lot." Brendan grinned at Shannon. "Is that all or can you manage something else?"

Impish was the only way to describe his smile at that moment, "Sweetie, I can handle a double stuffed with caramelized onions, 'shrooms and mozzarella." Watching the waitress walk away, Shannon turned to Brendan, "Seems we both have big appetites..."

"Is a good way to be," Brendan's face lit up. It was cool to be with someone who ate as much as he did. Most people weren't so up front about their appetites and Brendan hated that 'precious about food' shit. "And a photographer huh? What sort of stuff do you do?"

"Mostly live shots... nature... just whatever inspires me at the moment." Sitting back while the large basket of fries was placed between them, Shannon waited for the girl to leave... "Hey! Why don't you come over sometime, I can show you what I have... Bring your camera?"

"I only have a Polaroid," Brendan scrunched his face, "but I'd love to see what you do. I'm such an amateur but I'd love to see what you do." Brendan grabbed a handful of fries and shoves them in his mouth.

Lightly kicking the other man under the table, Shannon smiled as he grabbed a few fries himself. "Listen, we're all amateurs at one time or another... it's cool. And I think I'd like you to see."

"Well I don't work nights and we both know we like to eat...maybe I should bring dinner over. You contribute the creativity and me the food," Brendan smiled.

"Deal! I hate cooking for one or two... or any number." Swiping a fry through a huge mound of cheese, Shannon devoured it in one bite then licked his fingers. "So,when's good for you?"

"Any time. Just give me an idea of the sort of things you like to eat and I can cook it all the night before."

Nodding as the burgers were placed on the table, Shannon didn't speak until after he'd taken his first huge bite. Moaning his appreciation, he closed his eyes and savored the taste. "Fuck, this is good!" Wiping his mouth, he thought a moment. "Well, as you guess, burgers are good... but Jared doesn't really like the smell of beef, so... pretty much anything that doesn't have cow is good. Chicken is always a winner with me... pasta, loads of salad."

Ever the chef Brendan wondered if he would have to cater for whoever Jared was. "Do you need me to keep it vegetarian for him then?"

"Nah, don't worry about him, he'll probably stick around for a few minutes then hit the bars. Even if he does stay, he can just pick around the meat then... Jared's not a pure vegetarian; he worked in a slaughter house and has been turned off beef for a while." Dipping the corner of his burger into the puddle of cheese on the fry plate, Shannon winked.

Brendan assumed Jared was Shannon's housemate. "I'll make some non meat stuff for him just in case," he grinned.

"Wow, that's great... so - since you're going through all that trouble, why don't we make a night of it? You bring your camera, and after we can sit around and just shoot the bull." Stuffing in another bite of fries, Shannon belched, blushed, and shrugged. "What do ya think?"

"Sounds cool. I'll make some nibblies for bull time"

"Excellent, now all we need to decide on is when... What works for you?" As the last bite of his burger disappeared, Shannon patted his belly. "Fuck that was good."

"You make the call...it's your place. I'll be there with bells on and lots of food," Brendan smiled. "Although not sure about exposing my geeky old camera to a pro."

"Want a laugh? My first camera was Polaroid SX-70 Land camera... instant pictures." Dropping the barely used napkin onto his plate, Shannon sat back. "How's Tuesday night around 7?"

"Fuck...that's my current camera!" Brendan laughed out loud.

"Bring it over; I've got attachments... don't have the camera, but hell you can have them! So, Tuesday is good for you?"

"Awesome, just give me your address and I'll be there." Brendan got his wallet out. "If you're giving me some camera stuff I'll pay for lunch."

"Hey, you don't have to do that, I'm the one who nearly knocked you into next week... Besides, the attachments are just sitting there gathering dust. I'd only wind up throwing them away; this way someone will get use from them..." Shannon had also pulled out his wallet, extracting a business card he flipped it over and wrote his address on the back. Handing that to Brendan, he pulled a few notes from the inner pocket and put them on the table. "I asked you for coffee and dessert."

"I'll bring some more praline then," Brendan smiled. He got up. "Better get home and put these vegetables to good work. See you Tuesday then."

Laying his hand on Brendan's shoulder, Shannon smiled. "Thanks for not biting my head off too, and especially for these!" Hefting his bag of treasure, the shorter man hugged it close, but not too close. "I'm looking forward to Tuesday too. Thanks again."

"Me too, should be fun," Brendan held out his hand to shake Shannon's.

9 May, 2007; at a diner; Brendan Fraser, Jamie Cullum; PG-13

Wed, 09 May 2007 12:14:46 GMT

Cross posted to cullum_q and our_quarter

"Brendan! Sorry I'm late - I overslept. Hazards of working such crazy hours," Jamie apologized as he slid into the seat opposite in the sleepy cafe. Actually, his and Brendan's schedules meshed, if a little oddly. By afternoon Brendan was getting off work as he often started cooking at some ungodly early hour, while at the same time Jamie was finally out of bed after his late night gigs. They met for lunch/breakfast and either knocked around together or took photos, or sometimes went back to their respective flats; Brendan to listen to Jamie's latest piece or Jamie to taste Brendan latest confection.

His smile was comfortable as he picked up the menu. After the picnic they'd had they had gone back to Jamie's place and fooled around a bit, but in the end they had almost simultaneously come to the same conclusion: they were meant to be friends, not lovers. They might tease or even flirt with one another, but that would be about it. Jamie was glad they were going to stay friends. Brendan's fun-loving, eager nature had a lot of appeal and Jamie didn't want to give up their friendship; and he was grateful Brendan seemed to feel the same way. "So what did you invent today?" he asked, knowing of Brendan's fondness for concocting new sweets to tempt the sweet shop's customers.

Brendan shot Jamie a wide grin and reached into his back pack. "I created on the boss's time. He wasn't around so I couldn't help but try chocolates. Haven't made them for ages and we had some leftover whisky so...voila! Whisky truffles for my little best mate!" He held out a paper bag tied with a sickly pink ribbon.

"I think I worship you, Bren," Jamie said accepting the bag. With unashamed greed he quickly undid the ribbon so he could open the bag and stick his nose inside to breathe in the fumes of chocolate and alcohol. "Mmmm. I can't wait to taste these." He popped one of the truffles in his mouth and bit into it, feeling the heat of the alcohol blend on his tongue with the chocolate. "Oh, yeah, I definitely worship you. This is incredibly good, Brendan."

"I buy my friends. So do you love me?" Brendan joked.

"Absolutely," Jamie nodded, and leaned across the table to drop a quick kiss on Brendan's lips. Settling back into his chair with a grin he picked up the menu again to quickly make his choice, choosing bacon and eggs even though it was late afternoon. "So what else is new in the world of sweet things, mate?"

"Well apart from covertly making chocolate behind my boss's back nothing much. And you?" Brendan smiled pointing to the burger and fries.

"I finished my song - finally! You remember, I think I told you about it last time? It's been giving me fits but I think I've finally nailed the thing. When you have time you need to pop 'round to my flat so I can play it for you." Jamie explained, sipping at the hot, strong coffee the server poured for him.

"We've both created then!" Brendan laughed patting Jamie's hand. "And I'm up for a private show by my favourite performer."

"Cool. Do you have time today? Or maybe tomorrow?" Then Jamie laughed at himself and grinned at Brendan. "Sorry, you know how excited I get about anything music. Anytime is good, really."

"For you I have all the time in the world," Brendan grinned.

"Unless you get a better offer, right? Then I say you should take it!" Jamie teased back.

"Yeah well that would be a turn up for the books," Brendan laughed. "I think that's more likely for you with all your adoring fans. So...any love life gossip from you?"

"Not so you'd notice," Jamie said with an exaggerated sigh. He saw the look Brendan gave him and gave a reluctant grin, knowing he was thinking about the groupies who could be found nightly at Smoke "Well, aside from the groupies who think I'm cute and cuddly."

"I doubt it's a cuddle they're after," Brendan giggled.

"You'd be surprised how mother-y some of them get," Jamie rolled his eyes. "The curse of being short and looking like I was twelve...why can't I be big and hunky like you?" he asked, though not really seriously. He was comfortable enough in his own skin that he didn't really want a change, only enjoyed grousing about it occasionally.

"Big and hunky?" Brendan laughed. "More like tall and gawky."

"No, I got it right the first time." The conversation paused as their meals were delivered and Jamie tucked into his. He might be small, but he used up a lot of energy when he was working and had no problem putting away the food. "All I can say is, at least one of us should get lucky and find someone special."

"I'd say it's about time," Brendan laughed. "We should lay bets on who's first...winner gets to brag about his encounter and make the other totally jealous."

"You're on," Jamie grinned and held out his hand to shake on the bet.

April 5, 2007; A Park in New Orleans; Brendan Fraser and Jamie Cullum; R

Thu, 05 Apr 2007 13:01:49 GMT

Cross posted to our_quarter and cullum_q

Jamie's jeep was a mix of colors: forest green and rust. But, thanks to his mechanic the engine purred like a kitten and Jamie wouldn't be parted from it even though he got shit from his friends who said he'd chosen the macho vehicle to make up for his lack of height. He ignored their tease, having become immune - or maybe resigned - to it out of necessity long ago. In the back he'd stowed a cooler filled with wine, beer, water, and hard lemonade - Brendan might be spoiled for choice, but Jamie wanted to be prepared. There was also a plaid blanket, his camera bag, and his favorite acoustic guitar. He brought the Jeep to a stop in front of Brendan's block of flats, grabbing the scrap of paper bearing Bren's scribbled address to confirm he was in the right place. He hit the horn, deciding to wait a few minutes. If Brendan didn't appear, then he'd go in search.

"Okay okay," Brendan mumbled to himself. He wiped his hands on the tea towel and placed the last of the treats in the picnic basket. He had been up all night baking a variety of foods. As soon as he had made one thing he had shaken his head and decided on something else. "You're a born fucking chef Bren," he had admonished himself. "Fucking perfectionist." Despite his summations of himself he stood back and looked at the basket full of food. It didn't look too bad. Shoving on his loafers he grabbed his keys and his camera and ran out the door.

"Hey dude, love the car!" he grinned as he was greeted by Jamie's smiling face.

"I've driven this thing across the country and back again...have to admit, I'm attached," he said, thumping the wheel affectionately as he looked into Brendan's eyes. "You ready, mate?"

"Ready as ever," Brendan carefully placed the basket of food beside the cooler in the back and then jumped up front next to Jamie. "This is such a cool jeep!" he reiterated. "I feel like we're playing commandos!"

"It's just this side of the scrap heap, Brendan," Jamie said with simple irony, giving him a sidelong grin as he shifted gears and pulled away. "Don't overdo."

"Yeah but cars like that are the best," Brendan grinned back. "They sort of have a life. So where are we headed?"

"Not too far out of the city, actually. It's a nature reserve I've been to a time or two, and there's a lot to photograph. I take it you've not explored much since moving here? Or at least outside of the city?" Jamie fished a pair of sunglasses off the dashboard and slipped them on, before changing gears and merging onto the highway.

"Man I haven't had time to scratch myself really," Brendan shook his head. "I've been redesigning some of the pralines and introducing some new ones, as well as ensuring I'm making stuff to the traditional recipes. That's kept me busy, that and getting my place set up. I really appreciate the chance to get out."

"Yeah, it's good to get away and unwind," Jamie nodded.

"I dunno, your job looks pretty fun...running around a stage and playing music. You look like you're having an awesome time up there."

"I do. I love it. I fucking love it," Jamie nodded. "I know how lucky I am to be doing it, too, and have other people liking what I do. I can get you one of my CDs, if you like."

"You have a CD out? Fuck! That is amazing!!!" Brendan jumped in his seat

"It's a small label. No big deal," Jamie shrugged his shoulders. "I won't get rich off it, but it's a lot of fun putting songs together for a CD. A lot of work, too, but it's cool when it all comes together."

Brendan watched in anticipation as Jamie pulled off the highway and into a car park. "This it? Because I'm starving!" he laughed. "And hanging out to take some photos," he added.

"So which do you want to do first? Pictures or eat?" Jamie asked, getting out of the Jeep.

"Food first would be best, not only because I'm hungry but there's some homemade chocolate in there and I don't want it to melt. Melted chocolate isn't good unless..." Brendan's voice trailed off. That was way too far a comment to make to his new friend.

"Homemade chocolate?" Jamie repeated, looking up at Brendan, slightly bemused. "I don't know what good deed I've done to be out with a guy who's not only drop-dead hot, but can make me chocolate as well...but I'm fucking glad I did it!" With a grin at Brendan he reached for the cooler containing the drinks and a plaid blanket while Brendan got out the food. It didn't take long to find a spot to eat, Jamie disregarding the picnic tables available in favor of spreading the blanket under some shady trees.

Brendan tried not to grin too foolishly at Jamie's 'hot' comment. He distracted himself by helping to set out the food. "I made five salads, all of them without meat in case you're vegetarian. There's some meat in there but also feta cheese and pumpkin tarts and some cheeses." He laughed, "I bought the cheeses sorry."

"I'm not a vegetarian, are you?" Jamie asked as he surveyed the bowls Brendan was setting out. "This looks awesome, Bren! Are you? A vegetarian, I mean."

"No not me! I eat meat whenever I can!" Brendan saw the emerging smirk on Jamie's face. "Okay that wasn't supposed to sound like that!" His face turned serious as it always did when he was talking food. "I realised at about two in the morning that I hadn't asked if you had any special dietary requirements. I broke the chef code of conduct!" Brendan did a mock wibble with his lip. "So I covered my bases."

"I'll try anything- once," Jamie said with a smile at Brendan that gave the words their own double-entendre. They shared a snickering moment while he unpacked plates and plastic forks and they were soon both digging into the generous amount of food Brendan had prepared. After taking a bite of one of the salads, Jamie closed his eyes, savoring the flavors blending on his tongue. "Oh fuck, that's fantastic, Brendan, really awesome. Mmmm."

"The blue cheese one?" Brendan asked. "I make the dressing myself...from imported blue cheese. Pleased you like it. Man I haven't made something savoury for an audience for a long time, apart from making dinner for my folks when they visited."

"Where are you from?" Jamie asked around bites of the salad.

"Seattle," Brendan replied. "Home of coffee and Microsoft."

"That's right, you'd told me that," Jamie nodded, remembering once Brendan spoke. He added a generous bit of the cut-up sausages Brendan had reserved to his salad and tucked back in. "And don't forget rain. I don't think it stopped more than once the time I was there!"

"Yeah they reckon everyone there's depressed because it never stops raining and the sun never shines. But we have our good days," Brendan smiled. "Nothing like here though."

"Nothing's like here," Jamie added, taking a long drink of beer.

"You're right about that," Brendan replied. "I love my home town but moving here certainly wasn't a mistake. It's a beautiful place, and I've met some awesome people...especially you."

"That's cool of you to say, Brendan," Jamie grinned, a slight blush staining his cheeks. "But you should wait to get to know me first. I might be a total git and you just haven't seen it yet."

"I doubt it," Brendan smiled back. "I really like what I've seen so far." Jamie's salad finished he rummaged around in his picnic basket to find the chocolates he had made. "You want one?" he asked opening the box.

"Do I!" Jamie bent his head to breath in the deep, rich scent of chocolate that wafted up as soon as Brendan opened the box. "If they taste half as good as they smell, they've got to be fantastic."

"This one is whisky truffle," he said recognising the delicate swirls he had made on the top of each chocolate to mark its identity. He took the chocolate and placed it against Jamie's waiting lips.

Jamie opened his mouth almost automatically when Brendan held the sweet to his lips. The feel of Brendan's fingers against his skin sent a wave of feeling coursing through him, pooling in his groin. Their eyes met and held as Jamie bit down and the flavors of whiskey and chocolate exploded deliciously on his tongue. "Mmm..." he hummed as he slowly chewed the confection. "Oh my god, Brendan, that's sinfully good," he almost moaned, savoring every last bit of the flavors on his tongue. "Amazing. I've never tasted anything like it."

"Sinful is a good word," Brendan murmured. He certainly had sinful thoughts as he watched Jamie's mouth. He wanted to kiss him more than anything but didn't know how it would go down. "You want another one?" he asked trying to gauge how Jamie felt about him.

"Yeah, I do...want..." Jamie said huskily, softly, his eyes on Brendan's face. And he did want, Jamie found, he wanted a lot besides Brendan's chocolates.

Brendan chose a different flavour and pressed it to Jamie's mouth. "Cognac this time." He hoped the vibe he was getting was not in his imagination just because he wanted it.

"Nice, very, very nice," Jamie murmured in appreciation as he slowly chewed and let the chocolate melt on his tongue. His eyes were dark and sultry in his boyishly arranged face. "You are very talented, Brendan."

"Thanks, and glad you're enjoying." Brendan was wound tight watching Jamie's tongue play the chocolate over it. He couldn't resist and edged in closer to Jamie, watching his reactions carefully to see if he were too forward. "Taste is a pretty important sense to me."

"I can understand that," Jamie nodded, "with you being a cook and all...or is that chef?" He smiled and shook his head over the question. "With me, as a musician, it would be hearing that's as an important sense, but I'm enjoying sharing...tasting...with you." His tongue darted out to lick at a bit of chocolate at the corner of his mouth as Brendan inched closer. Jamie tilted his head up, his eyes flickering to Brendan's mouth.

Brendan couldn't stand it any longer. "Would it be okay if I tasted you?"

Jamie shrugged his shoulders without answering, leaving it up to Brendan to use his senses to figure it out. If the guy wasn't reading the nearly flashing-neon signals Jamie was giving out he surely wasn't looking very hard...or didn't want it very badly..and the musician waited with a gentle smile twitching his lips, curious to see what the big guy might decide on his own.

Brendan took the smile for a yes, and brought his lips to Jamie's. A couple of children ran by in the distance laughing and screaming but the pair ignored them, senses focused on each other. Brendan could smell his own chocolate, and whisky and wine. His tongue flickered across Jamie's lips seeking entrance so he could taste more than just his own cooking.

Obligingly, Jamie opened his lips to the curious probe of Brendan's tongue, curious himself to taste the other man. He relaxed back on the blanket and Brendan followed him down, their lips never losing contact. Jamie felt warm, slumberous, almost; except at the same time his nerves and senses were definitely alert and buzzing with the sensations brought on by Brendan's touch.

Brendan could taste all the flavours he could smell before, but as his tongue explored more playing around Jamie's mouth he finally tasted the man himself. His moan reverberated over Jamie's tongue and he pressed his body closer to Jamie's. He could feel all of the smaller man's body tucked against him. His hand clasped the back of Jamie's head, holding him steady so that he could deepen the kiss.

Jamie let his senses blur as Brendan pressed over him, sharing his heat and desire. Tongues tangled and mated, and Jamie slid his hands down Brendan's back to his hips, his thighs, exploring him with leisurely fingers as their mouths continued to trade hotter and hotter kisses.

"Not right in the park!" Brendan could only vaguely hear the old woman's voice tutting in the distance. It vaguely alerted him to the fact that they were in a public place, but he didn't want this to stop. Jamie's adventurous roving little hands felt too good, and he couldn't tear himself away from that mouth.

Reluctantly Jamie drew away. They were in public, after all. "I'm not sure what is more potent - you or the chocolate, Brendan," he commented a little breathlessly as they disentangled from one another and sat up, both of them flushed and breathing a little quickly.

"Either answer would make me happy, although I'm sorta secretly hoping it's me!" Brendan grinned. "Mind you I think that old woman doesn't approve of the way we taste test!" He laughed and licked his lips still tasting Jamie on them.

"She doesn't know what she's missing, poor old girl," Jamie said on a mock-sigh, happy to have Brendan seem to find the taste of him irresistible. "So...before we cause her any more scandal, what say you to getting out the cameras and taking some shots?"

"Yeah cool!" Brendan smiled not really wanting to stop making out but knowing they really had to. This would be fun too though, just getting a chance to hang out with Jamie. He knew he had a lot to learn about photography from him. "Is this where I get to use the shocking line 'my equipment's not as big as yours?'" Brendan laughed as he hunted out his old Polaroid from his bag.

"Since my little digital fits in the palm of my hand, I'd say you've got the edge, mate - in cameras, for sure and since you've got, like, a meter in height on me, probably in the other area as well," Jamie quipped back, exaggerating their height difference although Brendan did tower over him by several centimeters, at least. He folded up the blanket as Brendan packed the cooler. "Any where you want to start?" he asked once everything was stored in the Jeep.

"You're the local expert," Brendan smiled back. "I like taking landscape shots, but if you can teach me anything about taking photos of animals I'd be eternally grateful. I love animals but they never damn well sit still."

"I'm mostly about landscapes too...can never resist capturing the trees draped in Spanish moss. But I'll tell you what I know about wildlife," Jamie promised as they moved deeper into the parkland, Jamie thinking with a little smile that he was taking two strides to every one of Brendan's long, loping paces. "There's a pool not too far along here...we should find some Herons - blue ones, if we're lucky. Does that appeal?"

"That would be awesome," Brendan answered trying to slow his pace for Jamie. "Herons and a pool...that's animals and landscape together!" Brendan was amazed at how much he and Jamie had in common, what with Jamie loving to take landscapes as well.

It was a short hike to the pool, and they had the area pretty much to themselves but for a few other photographers or birdwatchers observing the birds quietly. Keeping his voice low so as not to disturb the atmosphere, Jamie shared a few tips a fellow photographer had shared with him on capturing wildlife before he and Brendan began taking their shots. Jamie had the advantage with the digital because once they finished and moved away from the area he handed Brendan his camera so he could click through the shots on the viewfinder. "I think I like that one best," Jamie said, peering over Brendan's arm at a shot of one of the herons.

"Oh yeah, I love the flare of the wing," Brendan agreed taking the opportunity to lean in closer to Jamie. "I won't use my old Polaroid here because she makes too much of a noise. I wouldn't want to scare the birds."

"Noise?" Jamie said, brows raising in his face. "What does it do, play God Save the Queen when you hit the shutter?"

Brendan nearly laughed out loud but muffled his mirth. "No dude! But it makes such a clunking noise. It's pretty old you know."

"Well, then, borrow mine. Here, take it," Jamie said, placing it in Brendan's hands with an encouraging smile. "Give it a go and show me what you can do."

"Shit Jamie I don't feel comfortable using this...it's so expensive and I'm such a klutz," Brendan frowned. But as he spoke he weighed the camera in his hands, already liking the feel. He couldn't help but look through the viewfinder.

"It's pretty sturdy. Just give it a go, Bren." Jamie gave Brendan a quick rundown on how to use the camera, then wandered away a few steps to let him experiment.

Brendan looked around a little and saw a really interesting tree. It had vines winding around its base, so he zoomed in on the tangle of plants, framed and shot. He called Jamie over needing to know how to see his shot.

"Looks like a great shot," Jamie encouraged, peering over Brendan's arm at the display.

Brendan held the camera up in that position, just enjoying having Jamie near, and pleased to hear he liked his photo. "So how do you print them off from here? Man! Sorry! I am living in the stone age with my old Polaroid!" He turned around to face Jamie, his breath hot on his neck. Suddenly photography wasn't the main thought in his mind.

"Nope, they're stored inside until I feed the disk into my computer," Jamie grinned. He lingered, enjoying Brendan's nearness, before stepping back so Brendan could take his shots. "I'll have them printed up for you, though."

"Cool!" Brendan smiled back, disappointed Jamie was gone even though he was still there. He was enjoying have him close way too much already. "You know I'm starting to think I might have to save up for one of these babies!" He patted his Polaroid. "But don't worry girl, I won't ever let you go!"

Jamie grinned at how Brendan talked to his old camera, sitting back and watching as Brendan played with some angles and focus. The guy was like an overgrown kid, in some ways, and his enthusiasm was contagious. When Brendan was through and came to plop down beside him, Jamie took back the camera and paged through the shots he'd taken through the viewfinder. "You've got a good eye, Brendan."

"Man thanks! That's a compliment coming from you!" Brendan's grin was as wide as it could get. "If you can print some off I might even frame them...I love this place!"

"Yeah, it's great. Come on, there's a few other places I want to show you," Jamie suggested, grabbing at Brendan's hand and tugging him along one of the paths. It was a bit like a Chihuahua leading a Great Dane, but Brendan didn't seem to mind.

"There's more?" Brendan exclaimed and followed along.

"It's a wildlife refuge. It's got miles," Jamie reminded.

"Yeah I know that! I'm not stupid! Well...not that stupid!" Brendan lightly swiped Jamie across the head. "But it's just amazing there's more different things to see. It's so close to the city. I had no idea all this was here."

"Shouldn't put yourself down like that, mate," Jamie said, maybe a little disquieted. He liked people who were confident in themselves, who knew who they were, what they wanted. His own life was pretty packed and didn't leave much time for him to be a nurturer. He'd been in a relationship like that once, trying to prop someone up, and it had ended a miserable mess.

"Joke mate! Joke!" Brendan laughed and took the lead, dragging Jamie across country eager to see more.

It didn't take much for Brendan to haul the slighter Jamie wherever he wanted to go, and he seemed fairly determined to see the entire park in a single day, which was pretty much impossible.

"Check that tree out!" Brendan exclaimed pointing to the twisted trunk. "Can we go take some photos of that? Please please please?" He sounded like a two year old, and was jumping up and down like one.

"Go for it," Jamie encouraged, laughing at his exuberance.

Brendan raced over to the tree, dragging Jamie along behind him. He looked at him pleadingly. "Could I try your camera again? That way I could get a print. I'll pay for all these of course, but this is so much fun."

"Sure, it's yours. Don't worry about the photos - I know a place that gives me a discount," he assured Brendan as he handed him the camera. "Go for it, mate."

"Thanks!" Brendan grinned and carefully took Jamie's camera. He framed a particularly knotted and gnarled section of the tree and snapped. "Check that out dude! It looks awesome!" He almost shoved the camera in Jamie's face in his enthusiasm.

"That's a great shot," Jamie nodded, adjusting the camera so he could view the picture Brendan had just set up. "I think we've got some great shots today."

"We have, I've had an awesome time thanks." Brendan leaned in and gave Jamie a kiss. "The only thing that would make it better would be for me to see you perform again. You playing tonight?"

"No, I'm off tonight," Jamie told Brendan, but he had an idea... "Let's go back to the Jeep. I'm dying for a drink other than water." Once Brendan agreed they started making their way back to the parking area. The cooler had kept the beer cold, and Jamie opened the back of the Jeep, retrieved a can, and handed it to Brendan before taking a thirsty gulp of his own. Setting it down he picked up the guitar he rarely was without. "Since you can't see me play..." he said, and ran his fingers over the strings. There was only one song that came to mind and voice, perfect for the day they'd just spent.

It's just another story caught up in another photograph I found.
and it seems like another person lived that life a great many years ago from now,
When I look back on my ordinary, ordinary life,
I see so much magic, though I missed it at the time.

Brendan sat entranced, listening to Jamie play and sing. The performance he had been to was chaotic, with Jamie bashing keyboards and flinging himself around. This Jamie was lyrical and thoughtful, and his words summed up their day better than Brendan ever could have expressed. When he had finished and put the guitar down Brendan gave him a kiss, a long hot kiss which conveyed more than he could say. "You're magic!" he finally whispered.

Backdated to 01 Feb 2007; Brendan Fraser, Jamie Cullum; Smoke nightclub; R

Sat, 24 Feb 2007 14:21:32 GMT

Cross posted to cullum_q and our_quarter

Brendan looked around the club. It seemed to be full of very excited people, all mentioning Jamie's name as if he were some God or something. Brendan was surprised, he thought this would be some small time band not one where the lead performer seemed to be worshipped.

Two very hyper young girls pushed past him to get a better view, both clutching photos of Jamie and squealing that "Maybe he'll sign tonight." Brendan shook his head in amazement. Was this the same guy he had helped up a wall to take photos?

Wanting something stronger than the Evian that stocked the dressing room's fridge, Jamie made a quick dash out to the bar for a beer a few minutes before his set was to begin. When he caught sight of a tall man standing in the rear of the club, surveying the tables, he abruptly changed direction. "Brendan! It's great to see you here," he said with a pleased smile.

Brendan waited for the two girls to nab Jamie, and then said, "Yeah I thought it was about time I come and check out your show. I had no idea you were so popular!"

"I'm not sure I am all that popular," Jamie grinned back. "But I suppose I'm slowly starting to be known - word of mouth stuff, go see the crazy Brit at Smoke," he joked. "Here - sit up here," he invited, andthen led the way to a small table on an angle from his piano where he'd be able to watch for Brendan's reactions to the show. He really was interested to see what the guy thought of his music and his act. "What do you want to drink?" he asked, raising a hand for one of the servers.

"Beer would be great thanks," Brendan replied, bemused that now people thought he was someone because Jamie was getting him a drink.

Jamie relayed the order to the server then gave Brendan a quick smile as he saw his bassist waving at him to get his ass back for the intro. "Gotta go, Bren - enjoy the show," he nodded, and dashed away. A few minutes later the house lights fell and he, the bassist and drummer walked on stage to a smattering of applause. He grinned in Brendan's direction just as the spotlight hit him and he crashed his hands onto the keys of his piano to pour out a jaunty, sexy intro before he put his mouth to the mic and began singing.

Another surprise for Brendan. He had thought Jamie had said he played jazz, and he had been expecting a relaxed smooth gig. He had wondered why there were young girls here to be honest. But Jamie’s approach to playing his music was more like he was a drugged out member of a hard rock band. He was flinging himself all over that piano!

As usual, once Jamie got on stage, the adrenaline surged through his body and ignited every nerve in his body. He couldn't sit still if his life depended on it, and he bounced off the piano stool more than he sat on it, drummed on the lid of the piano when his fingers weren't over the keys, and gave all his energy to the audience. And perhaps one member in particular, he thought, when his first song ended and he left the piano for the center stage microphone. The second song was no mellower, and he had plenty of room to move on the stage bouncing, practically, from one end to the other, casting a grin or two in Brendan's direction.

Brendan watched entranced. Jamie's performance was awesome, but he couldn't believe how the little guy threw himself about. He seemed to have no concern for his own personal safety.

But the thing he liked most was the way Jamie glanced his way every now and again.

From the glimpse or two Jamie got, Brendan seemed to be enjoying the show. When he finally had to take a little breather from his high-energy moves Jamie picked up his guitar and settled in front of the front mic, swigging a quick drink from a water bottle. His set had been a mix of his own music with a few better known cover songs thrown in, though even those he made his own. As his fingers strummed the guitar strings his voice sent out the first strains of an old standard, "Someone to Watch Over Me". The lights were even enough that he could see Brendan, and with a grin he found himself aiming his voice and his eyes in the man's direction. The guy's big enough to literally watch over me, he thought to himself.

Fucked if he's singing to me!. Brendan grinned back at Jamie, enjoying the attention.

The audience is great tonight, Jamie thought as he received a burst of applause after the song. Or maybe having Brendan here is what's adding to the crowd - and to my performance.

And he knew he would say as much to Brendan once his set was done. After changing his sweaty t-shirt for a clean one he made his way out from the dressing room to the club, slipping into a seat at Brendan's table. "Enjoy the show?"

“Awesome!” Brendan enthused. “But you look hot, from all that jumping around. Let me go get you a drink.”

"They'll bring it along in a minute," Jamie said with a smile. "But thanks." And sure enough a few minutes later a bottle of water and a glass of scotch were set down in front of him. The servers were pretty clued into his habits. "Cheers," he said, tilting the glass in Brendan's direction.

"Man! Not only do you have your own fan club, but you have your own personal drink waiters!" Brendan was impressed; by that and Jamie's performance. "You were awesome up there. Not only are you a photographer but a talented musician...very talented. Do your skills know no bounds?"

"Thanks, Bren" Jamie said, flattered but also really glad Brendan had enjoyed the music. "I can't cook for shit, though. And I suck at sports of any kind. Both of which you are probably awesome at."

Brendan noted that Jamie called him 'Bren'. He liked it when people did that, it showed accepted friendship.

"I'm a passable cook, and the only reason I got picked for teams at school is I'm tall and big. People assume you can throw things really well when you're big."

Jamie laughed. "I bet your teammates made sure you got the ball because once you had it you'd be hard to stop. And I hope to try out your passable cooking skills one day, if we can arrange it."

"We should go on a picnic!" Brendan blurted before he could think how dumb that sounded.

"I'd love that, as long as you are doing the cooking. I'll bring the wine - or beer, if you'd rather," Jamie agreed. "When's good for you?"

Brendan was surprised but pleased that Jamie accepted so quickly. "I'm okay for Sunday...I think. I don't work Sundays. And yeah I could manage to whip up a few things if you're offering alcohol."

"Sunday it is then," Jamie nodded. "And bring your camera."

13 February; Sweet Thangs; Brendan Fraser and Ville Valo; PG-13

Tue, 13 Feb 2007 09:51:29 GMT

Cross posted to valo_q and our_quarter

It had been a quiet day... the lull before the storm of Mardi Gras Brendan figured. He had spent the day restocking, building up their supplies for the onslaught of customers. The boss had told him to make just standard praline, so he had endured a boring day of mixing and baking the same ingredients over and over. He welcomed the ping of the store door, and smiled at the customer.

"Good afternoon," Ville said, delighted at the sound of the old-fashioned bell that was fixed to the door. He felt a childish urge to open and close the door a few more times like they'd done as kids, but supposed he was already looking odd anyway, the only black thing in a room full of golden, white, rose and light wood. He smiled back at the salesclerk and began to inspect the shelves. Interesting goodies, for sure. Nothing you could buy at your local supermarket. Of course they had their price, he noticed, looking at a price tag, neatly hand written in elegant script. Hand-made, well, that did justify it, he figured.

"And good afternoon to you!" Brendan grinned putting down the praline he was wrapping.

Ville took his time looking over the shelves, picking up an item here or there when he didn't know what it was and checking the small label listing the ingredients. When he had finished his small round, he came to stand in front of the counter. "Excuse me, but do you happen to have Scottish shortbread?"

"I'm sorry we don't...just praline. It's a praline store. Although you know mixing the two would be a pretty cool thing!" Brendan smiled, his mind ticking over at the possibility.

"Oh, there is a chocolate covered variety as well," Ville replied, gesturing with his hands to show the size of a package. "They come in huge gift boxes even. I usually get my stuff in that small English store but they are closed for about a week and I have such an urge for them that I could go nuts."

Brendan whistled. "Hmmm, I could try and whip some up when I get home tonight. Not sure how it will work but I can give it a go."

"Oh I couldn't ask you to do that for me!" Ville shook his head, but a small spark of hope crept into his eyes and he smiled. "You know how to do them? You don't sound Scottish." He laughed. "I know only one Scot around here and he is in the music business. He'd probably just tell me to get some biscuits and that shortbread is far too fat to be healthy anyway."

"You don't look like you eat too many!" Brendan laughed eyeing the other man's scarily lean form. "It's no trouble really. I'd have fun trying it out," he reassured.

"That's lovely." Ville blushed a little, knowing exactly that the other man must think he lived on; shortbread, cigarettes and probably some suspicious substances too. "Is there something else you'd recommend here? I wasn't aware that you do it all yourself. This is so lovely."

Brendan giggled inwardly at Ville's repetitive use of 'lovely'. "Do you like chocolate or just plain sweet treats?" he asked. "Or better still, let's break out some samples and see first hand huh?"

"Just nothing that's too… too…" Ville desperately tried to look for the right vocabulary. "Like when something becomes more and more in your mouth and you cannot swallow it. Uh, now that sounds disgusting, I suppose. Let me rephrase it. Nougat, maybe. It is so… thick."

"I get you!" Brendan grinned. "Try this one, it's a traditional praline...melts in your mouth. No goo guaranteed."

Ville carefully picked the small praline from the flower-decorated plate Brendan held out to him. He put it into his mouth, his face turning thoughtful while he slowly took in the flavor. It was good, he decided. Unfamiliar, but interesting. And it did melt quite nicely. "I like it."

"That's good to hear!" Brendan laughed. "I can try and put that in shortbread... would that be good?"

"Uh… I don't know actually. Maybe it would be an insult to both," Ville furrowed his brows. "They are both delicious in their own way, and it wouldn't be more delicious if you put them together, I guess. It would be like playing two great songs at the same time. But you are the artist here; you should tell me if it works."

"Nah, like singing it's all in the response of the audience," Brendan shook his head. "Come in tomorrow morning and see how I got on."

"You are a darling… Brendan." Ville smiled, reading the name from Brendan's name tag. "And I wonder how I can make up for the extra work. I mean besides what I pay for it. You don't have to do this, not even because I sounded like a drug addict asking for my weekly supply of dope." He laughed, shrugging. "I am Ville. And I have been on shortbread for five years."

Brendan wiped his hand in his apron and held out his hand. "I'm Brendan and I've been trying new stuff to pimp to others for a long time."

"Nice to meet you, Brendan. It seems your stuff is high quality and adequately priced so I guess I will make you my favorite dealer from now on. And if you manage to make shortbread…" Ville shook the offered hand, "then you are like, my idol."

"Idol huh? You're easily won over." Brendan liked this little guy... he was so earnest, and he had the cutest accent. "Sorry if it's a rude question but where are you from? You talk cute."

"People tell me that a lot, yes." Ville shrugged and smiled shyly. "I can't tell why… but thank you. I'm from Helsinki, Finland. No rude question, don't worry. I always want to know people's origins."

"Finland! Fuck that's awesome! Do they have shortbread there?"

Ville chuckled. "They do. We get it from the UK. Although we have our own selection of cookies as well. You know, when it's dark for about half of the year, people love to spend their time making sweet things. Or writing poems and love songs."

"Sounds like an interesting place," Brendan smiled. "Do I take it you do the writing?"

"I am not fit for baking cookies. I cannot even boil water without getting injured. I make music, yes. And the lyrics to go with it. Less dangerous for me."

"Yeah well I'm no Shakespeare...we all have our talents," Brendan began wrapping some praline for Ville. "There you go... tide you over for tomorrow."

"Oh that's great… what do you get for it?" Ville fumbled for his wallet in the back pocket of his pants, dropping his cigarettes, keys, and the card with Robin's number in the process. He softly cursed in Finnish, collecting it all again and remembering that he still had to call Robin to fix their appointment for the studio.

"Nah don't bother, they're leftovers. I'm closing soon anyway." He winked, "Just don't tell the boss yeah?"

Ville hesitated a little before taking the package. "Wow, thank you. That's sweet. I won't tell a word." He smiled, making a my lips are sealed gesture. The pralines would do just fine with a nice cup of espresso while he worked tonight. "And thanks again for putting up with the shortbread. And this with all the Valentine's business you must have going on these days."

"Valentine's Day!" Brendan rolled his eyes. "My boss's wet dream without having one thought about tits or cocks or whatever it is he wanks to. I'll see you again tomorrow then Ville?"

Ville stifled a laugh behind a black gloved hand. "Yeah… yeah, tomorrow. It's been nice to meet you, Brendan." He was still giggling when he opened the door, the sound mingling with the happy chime of the doorbell once more.

15 January 2007; Sweet Thangs Shop; Brendan Fraser, Jared Padalecki; PG-13

Tue, 16 Jan 2007 09:03:45 GMT

Jared Padalecki q_jaredp meets Brendan Fraser brendan_q Sweet Thangs Shop, French Market
PG-13

Cross posted to q_jaredp and our_quarter

Brendan swirled the thick gooey mixture. His hand ached from having worked non-stop in the window for hours on end. He was longing for a break but sunny weather had brought a lot of customers out of the woodwork and the manager wanted to make the best of the increased custom.

Jared could smell the chocolate from several storefronts away. He tipped his head back and took another whiff, smiling as his nose led the way. Mouth watering, he opened the door, stepping inside and he took another deep breath; eyes briefly shut before he started to look around at the many confections on display.

Brendan saw the young guy enter the store and used it as an excuse to stop mixing. He walked over with a grin and said, "I'm trying a triple chocolate praline mix. Would you like to be my first taste tester?"

Startled a bit but then Jared smiled a little shyly and nodded his head at the gorgeous man. "Must be my lucky day." His grin grew bigger on his face; dimples deep imprints on his cheeks.

"If you like chocolate it sure is!" Brendan laughed. "There you go take a big bit."

Reaching out, Jared broke a piece off. "Love chocolate." He parted his lips, dropping the confection in his mouth, licking his fingers with a hum. "Mmm... That's good." Hand covering his mouth he mumbled the words as he chewed.

"I'm pleased you're a satisfied customer," Brendan grinned. He leant in closer, "Okay don't tell my boss about this but I've been messing about with chocolate dipper praline. It's not terribly traditional but I think it would sell well. You seem to be a chocolate connoisseur. Want to give me your opinion on some samples I have stashed out back?" Brendan was pleased to get away from hard slog for a bit, and try out his new idea.

"My lips are sealed." Gesturing with his hands, Jared grinned. "Well, except when you let me taste again." As he licked his lips, Jared's eyes surreptiously raked over the man, trying hard not to be too obvious as he checked him out.

Brendan wasn't too sure whether the guy's eyes and tongue were for him, but figured it was for his chocolate. Most times it was. He winked at Jared and headed out to the prep area where he has stashed some of his new concoction. He brought out a bag and handed it over. "I used to work as a chocolatier in Seattle. Thought I might combine my old and new found skills into one creation," he explained as he looked in anticipation to see what Jared's reaction would be.

The wink caught him off guard and Jared - well - he could do nothing but smile and as the man came back, he still had that grin on his face. Good thing the small flush to his cheeks had since disappeared. "Thank you." He took the bag and peered inside, long slender fingers found its way to one small piece and Jared instantly placed it in his mouth. His eyes slid shut as the taste and the smooth texture melted on his tongue. "God - This--" He gestured and flicked his eyes toward the man, "...is probably the best chocolate I've ever had. Ever." The grin he gave him was full on toothy and deep-dimpled, eyes sparkling as Jared nodded his head emphasizing what he just said.

Brendan's face lit up. "Really? Man! That's an awesome thing to say." He couldn't help but give the other guy a quick hug. "Do you reckon that stuff would sell?"

Jared was a bit taken aback while the man hugged him but seeing the joy in the man's face made him break into a smile as well. "I think so. It's really good man." He dipped his hand back in the bag and grabbed another one, popping that in his mouth and humming in appreciation. "Ish weely goo.." Jared covered his mouth as he mumbled the words, giggling at the same time.

"Well take the rest of the bag man. It's the least I can do." Brendan's face was awash with a wide grin.

Chewing and swallowing, Jared then gave him a big grin. "It is my lucky day then. Thanks." Suddenly he remembered his manners and Jared extended a hand. "Name's Jared. I guess you have to remember that now 'cos I may be coming by more often."

"Cool Jared! I'm Brendan. Good to hear I'll see more of you." He returned the handshake enthusiastically.

"Nice to meet you Brendan." His whole arm was jostled as Brendan shook his hand. "Hey, keep making 'em good chocolate and I won't be the only one rushing to get here." He smiled brightly at Brendan.

Brendan beamed. "Awesome dude! Bring your friends."

Don't have any... Jared mused then gave his head a quick shake. "You got it," he smiled. "I need a pound though, before I go. It - uhm - helps me concentrate on the studies when I'm popping sweets in my mouth." Jared's cheeks flushed a bit as he smiled sheepishly at Brendan.

"Sorry man I don't have that much. This was an experiment. But I can give you a pound of the chocolate flavoured stuff."

"That's too bad. Maybe next time I come in you'll have 'em." Jared wrinkled his nose but he still had a smile on his face. "I'll take a pound of chocolate then, Brendan - and thanks." He grinned at the man.

"Hopefully this will help you with the studies," Brendan winked.

"Oh it definitely will," Jared took a few bills out of his pocket and handed it to Brendan with a teasing smile. "As long as I don't get distracted in other ways." He winked back at the man.

"There's always distraction!" Brendan laughed. Another customer entered and began enquiring about pralines without waiting for them to finish their conversation. Brendan politely answered and turned to Jared. "I'd better go man." He shot him a rolled eye at the rudeness of the other customer. "I'll see you around then huh?"

"You bet, Brendan." Jared smiled, "…and thanks again for these." He lifted the package of 'experimental' praline and smiled. "I'll see you 'round." And with a nod of his head, Jared walked out, grabbing another sweet from the bag and popping it in his mouth as he walked back home.

4 January, 2007; Street; Brendan Fraser, Mia Kirshner; PG13

Thu, 04 Jan 2007 08:51:21 GMT

[Cross posted on our_quarter and mia_quarter.]

Brendan dashed along the narrow street, politely throwing 'excuse me's to passer-by's he nudged with his box of pralines. He had been told to deliver to a nearby cafe, but needed to get back to make some more for the day's trading. He muffled a 'fuck!' when he bumped into a woman. "Oh ma'am I am so sorry!" he apologized profusely.

Mia blinked a few times as she found her footing, suddenly glad her purse was hooked up over her shoulder instead of held in her hand. When the man that had hit her started apologizing Mia looked up and shook her head. "It's okay, I wasn't watching where I was going much either."

"Are you okay?" Brendan was painfully aware that his bulking frame could have caused damage to such a slight young woman. "Man I'm sorry."

Mia paused a minute and aside from her shoulder stinging a bit she felt fine, a bit amazed she didn't drop the single bag she had in her hand. Nodding her head Mia looked up at the man and gave him a slight smile. "I'm fine. Really, should have been looking."

"I haven't made for a good start to your day have I?" Brendan shook his head. "Damn hurrying never gets you anywhere but we still do it don't we?"

"Not the worst," Mia said knowing how true that was. Considering all things Mia knew there were tons of ways to start out a bad day, this was rather mild. "Well, the season definitely doesn't help with hurrying," she added when she realized the man was still standing near her.

Brendan sensed a slight sadness in the woman. "Look the least I can do is share a little of what had me in a hurry. I work at Sweet Things, you ever tried their praline?"

Mia shook her head, the name not sounding familiar to her at all. "No, I've never been there. Although I haven't been living here too long." When the man offered some of the sweets Mia actually smiled a more honest smile. "You don't have to do that."

"Of course I do," Brendan grinned. "There's plain, nut and chocolate...try a bit of each and tell me which is the best...call it on street research."

Mia raised an eyebrow, wondering if she'd somehow managed to get run into by one of the town oddities but ended up laughing a bit herself. "Is that your marketing ploy? Find the people that you don't know and bump into them for product placement?" she asked, her voice light to show she was teasing a bit.

"Cover blown," Brendan laughed. "Although I don't think management will be impressed with me handing out free boxes to all and sundry but that's what you'll get when you tell me which one you like the best. It's the least I can do."

"It was a simple accident; you don't have to feel that guilty." Mia hooked the handle for her bag around her wrist and looked at the box the man was holding. "If you're going to insist though I'm guessing it would be better not to argue though right?"

"Too damn right," Brendan pushed the box towards her offering a sample from the top. "There are wrapped samples at the top, take one of each and tell me what you think...no hard sales involved I promise. Sugar always makes things better."

Mia peeked at the contents before taking one of each of the wrapped samples. "What are the flavors again?" she asked, peeling the wrapper off one of them once she had one of each in her hand.

"The one you're about to eat is plain," Brendan informed her. "I've worked on the original recipe though. It's authentic New Orleans praline but I've tweaked the recipe they used to try and make it a little tastier. I'd like to know what you think; it's the first batch I've put out."

"So you do these yourself?" she asked before taking a bite. She hadn't had praline in ages, at least not since she was still back home with her family, so she didn't know what she was quite expecting. The taste wasn't bad, definitely had a bit of sweet to it and she nodded her head, taking another bite of it.

"The nut is better though I reckon, has more of a kick to it. Try that next and leave the chocolate for last, there's a bit of a secret to that one." He handed Mia a package of the nut praline with a smile.

"This isn't bad," she said once she finished the plain one, already unwrapping the nut one. "Although I have to admit lately my sweet tooth is usually filled with pastries." Mia blushed a bit at that and took a bite of the next piece. This tasted a bit more familiar and Mia smiled.

"I did a stint as a pastry chef," Brendan said. "But my last gig was as a chocolatier...that's why I saved the chocolate for last. It's praline with home made chocolate mixed through it." He winked, "Now try this one. It's decadent."

"I can cook basics," Mia admitted and unwrapped the last piece. "So all this, is amazingly over my head."

Brendan shrugged his shoulders. "It's my trade. I have to admit I love messing with recipes." He put the box down and held out his hand, "I'm Brendan by the way. New to New Orleans myself."

Mia popped the piece of praline into her mouth, barely keeping herself from groaning at the mixture of chocolate and other goodies. Bunching up the wrappers Mia took Brendan's hand and shook it. "I'm Mia, pleased to meet you Brendan."

"So the chocolate is a winner huh?" he grinned back.

Mia blushed a bit again and nodded. "The nut ones remind me of being a little girl but the chocolate definitely wins. Although...you are talking to a woman, most like chocolate."

"Guys do too believe me," Brendan smiled. "Well take a box...no make it two as a sorry gift. Might make the day pass better."

Mia opened her mouth to argue that he really didn't have to apologize that much. Especially when she could have ran into him just as easily. When he gave her a slight look Mia signed and opened the bag she was carrying to put the boxes in. "You really didn't do something all that horrid you know."

"That's not the only reason I'm forcing them on you," Brendan added. "I reckon by midday that arm of yours will have recovered from being slammed by this dumbass but whatever's bugging you will have returned to your mind so you'll need a sugar hit."

Mia stopped when Brendan said that, wanting to ask him what he was presuming but couldn't find the words to really say anything. "That's sweet of you," she managed finally.

"Intended pun?" Brendan giggled.

"Slightly." Mia laughed, not having really realized how that sounded until she said it. "Okay, not fully but it makes me sound a bit smarter if I say yes."

"Well Mia enjoy, and if you need a refill just pop by the store. It's near the Market and there's always a handful of samples with your name on it...no purchase required," Brendan grinned.

"Thanks Brendan." Mia closed her bag again and made a mental note of the area Brendan mentioned. "I might just have to stop in."

"Please do, I promise not to slam dance with you next time."

"I'll have to hold you to that Brendan," Mia said.

"Take care yeah?" Brendan patted her lightly on the arm. "Nice bumping into you."

Mia nodded her head. "You take care as well Brendan, don't rush so much," she said giving him a grin.

"I'll try, although it worked out pretty well this time," Brendan returned the grin. With that he was off at an enforced slower pace back to the store to replace the goods he had just given away. When Mia had turned the corner he started to run again. Now he was later than ever.

4 December 2006; Sweet Thangs Shop; Brendan Fraser, Jamie Cullum; PG-13

Tue, 05 Dec 2006 08:32:56 GMT

Cross posted to cullum_q and our_quarter

The shop wasn't that large, but a huge, sparkling clear window offered a view of the pristine interior. A movement behind the glass made Jamie glance over, another movement had him glancing again and pausing his steps as he focused on the figure inside. A big man, dressed in baker's white, with brown hair and a big strong body. A guy strong enough to toss Jamie up on top of a wall and not even strain himself. Grinning, Jamie retraced his last few steps and set the shop's bell jangling as he opened the door and stepped inside. The smell of hot sugar and nuts wafted into his nostrils as he took in a breath.

"Your place of work smells a lot better than mine does - the club smells like cigarette smoke and spilled alcohol," Jamie commented, grinning as he walked to the counter where the man was working.

"The camera guy!" Brendan yelled, busily kneading some mixture. "Hey dude how are ya?"

"Jamie," Jamie re-introduced himself in case Brendan didn't remember his name. "And I'm fine - well, feeling rather hungry at the moment for some reason." He helped himself to the sample plate, popping a few warm, sweet pralines into his mouth and chewing with appreciation. "Mmm, good. How are you doing, Brendan?"

"Fine apart from being covered in sugar," Brendan gave a wide grin. "Hungry huh? Try the latest one I made...pistachio." He held the piece of praline out towards Jamie's mouth.

"Covered in sugar?" Jamie had a sudden thought about licking Brendan to see how sweet his skin might taste and a flush stained his cheeks. He didn't usually have those kind of thoughts about guys he'd just met, but Brendan was a sexy beast, no doubt about it. And holding out sweets...Jamie opened his mouth, enjoying the graze of Brendan's fingers against his lips, even through the hygenic gloves he wore. "Mmm...wow, I like that."

"Have some more," Brendan held another piece out. This time Jamie's tongue over reached and licked over his finger slightly. The swipe went straight to Brendan's cock. Jamie was a cute bright little thing and he wouldn't mind having that tongue investigate him further. "You really do like? I changed the recipe from how they used to do it before. I have macadamia if you're a nut man." As soon as the words were out of his mouth he realised how bad that sounded. "Shit man! Now that was a shocking line" he laughed out loud.

"Actually the best offer I've had in a good long time," Jamie teased back. "And yes, I really do like, candyman." He chewed with obvious pleasure. "I'm glad I found you actually. Ever since I had my pictures developed I'd been hoping to find you again. Would you be interested in getting together for a look?" he asked casually, but inside he was more than a little interested, and hopeful about what Brendan's answer might be.

"Awesome!" Brendan grinned. "I've been wondering whether it was worth my while hauling your ass up that wall. I get off work soon, you wanna hang around and sample more of my wares then go grab a coffee? Or something stronger?"

"Yeah, I would," Jamie nodded to Brendan. There were a few small tables and chairs near the front of the shop, and Jamie crossed over to one when a couple came in, tourists by the look of them with camera gear around their necks. He watched Brendan continue on with whatever he was making, enjoying how the man made a flamboyant show of it as he poured and mixed and sugared.

"Hi guys! Where you from?" Brendan asked with consummate welcoming skill. "Australia? Awesome! I have macadamia nut praline...we import the nuts from your home territory." He offered them a taste, this time politely proffered at the end of a tooth pick.

Jamie watched Brendan operate with smooth skill and charm, full of relaxed good humor as he bantered with the tourists and managed to sell them on a good variety of his products. Jamie got up a time or two to share in the samples Brendan generously supplied, and bought a coke from the cashier to go with the salty-sweet goodness as he waited for Brendan to wrap up.

Finally the customers left.. Brendan saw them off with a smile and a wave and a promise from them they would consume everything that night in the hotel. "They'll have a hell of a belly ache if they eat that lot tonight," Brendan grinned at Jamie. "Okay camera guy I'm good to go. You want to hit a bar and show me what you created that day on the wall?" Brendan grabbed a bagful of pralines and handed them to Jamie. "I know you have a sweet tooth," he shrugged.

"Dessert! Thanks, mate," Jamie grinned as Brendan unwrapped his apron and tossed it into a bin for washing. He picked up his messenger bag from the table and followed Brendan out of the shop, enjoying the view of strong shoulders and tight ass. "You know a place around here?"

"You're asking me?" Brendan turned and grinned. "I have no fucking idea man, but I've been to a bar around the corner a couple of times."

"That'll do," Jamie agreed and followed a little behind Brendan on account of the taller man's long strides as he loped down the street towards the bar.

"This is the place," Brendan stopped suddenly. He opened the door for Jamie and landed at the bar, "What do you drink camera boy? Me, I'm a beer guy. And one thing I've quickly learnt is they serve them big here."

"Beer is good for me," Jamie agreed as he passed in front of Brendan. Once his eyes adjusted to the darker interior of the bar he slid onto a stool beside Brendan "Mind if I order something to eat?" Jamie inquired, scanning the appetizer menu. "Popcorn shrimp?"

"Oh man, and some fries and..." he looked over Jamie's shoulder to see what else he could choose. "Sorry I think I'm permanently hungry for savoury stuff working in a praline store."

"Buffalo wings...mozzarella sticks...nachos...fried catfish..." Jamie read down the list. "Anything hit you?"

"All of the above," Brendan laughed, "I am so fucking hungry."

"Right then, mate. Can't have the candyman hungry," Jamie laughed, and once their beers arrived between them they ordered a sampler platter, the popcorn shrimp and the nachos. "Want to grab a table?"

"Yeah sure, want to show me these shots before they get covered in salsa?" Brendan laughed.

"Sounds like a good idea." Jamie hopped off the barstool and headed for one of the empty tables in back, slinging his pack off his shoulder and undoing the straps. He pulled out a thin portfolio and handed it to Brendan, wondering what the man would make of the shots, including the one that he'd taken of a laughing Brendan. That one had turned out, in his opinion, extraordinarily well. "See what you think."

"Beautiful," Brendan breathed in as thumbed through the album. "I like this one," he pointed to a silhouette of a hurdy gurdy machine. "That's almost creepy in a good way." He stopped at the photo of himself, "You took a photo of me?"

"I did," Jamie nodded, smiling. "You're pretty amazingly photogenic, you know. All those interesting angles in your face. I wouldn't mind taking some more of you, someday."

"Yeah right," Brendan laughed. "I think the mutt in this next picture has a better face than me." The fries and nachos arrived and Brendan shovelled about four fries into his mouth before he thanked the waitress.

Big man, big appetite, Jamie thought, watching Brendan enthusiastically attack the fries. He tucked his pictures away and then popped about four of the small crunchily breaded popcorn shrimp into his mouth, enjoying the flavor just as enthusiastically followed by a swig of beer. "I'm serious about the pictures, you know," he told Brendan.

"I know," Brendan smiled and stopped eating. "I can tell you're enthusiastic, I get like that too. We should go out with the cameras together sometime, I bet you could teach me some things."

"How to run around and look like an idiot!' Brendan laughed shovelling more fries in.

"Is that what you do when you're out with your camera?" Jamie asked, a little confused. Most photographers developed a sense of stillness and patience out of necessity. That's what allowed them to capture the moments they did.

"Only kidding," Brendan gave Jamie a little poke. "Sometimes I do run around and flash off shots but some of them take time and thought."

"We should get together one day - if you're interested? I work nights, so I'm available pretty much anytime." Jamie dipped into the nachos, having no trouble, despite his size difference with Brendan, in matching the man's pace with the appetizers.

"That would be cool, maybe you could let me have a go at that nice piece of equipment of yours." As soon as the words were out of his mouth Brendan laughed, "Fuck! Didn't mean that like it sounded...I meant your camera!"

After a startled moment Jamie grinned at Brendan. "It wouldn't have crossed my mind that you meant anything else," he said mildly. But the man's seeming rather deliberate pseudo-faux-pas had Jamie thinking along different lines about him, adding a layer to his of awareness of the big man, as Brendan, he thought, must have intended. "Truth be told, it's been a while since anyone, ehm, played with my equipment."

"You are joking!" Brendan exclaimed. "Cute little thing like you? I'm sure the ladies must be queuing up at that box office to see you after the gig."

Jamie pulled a face "I s'spose since I can't deny the "little" it's better to be cute than ugly." His funny look changed into a grin as he watched Brendan from over the rim of his beer mug. "And it's not the ladies I'm interested in playing, with mostly, Brendan."

"Sorry didn't mean to be offensive," Brendan smiled. "Me, I'd be happy for anyone to be in that queue of admirers...or to have a queue of admirers at all."

"Oh come on, a tall handsome guy like you? Ladies lined up 'round the block, I bet there are," Jamie said around the bite of crunchy nachos.

"Let's say I'd be okay if it was ladies but a little happier if it was men." Brendan shook his head. "Fuck it man why are we beating around the bush? I'm bi, although I lean more towards guys. And unfortunately no lines of either...been working or moving around too much."

"Beating round the bush cos short guys who like other guys get their asses kicked - more than the big, strapping kind, I'd say - if they open up to someone who doesn't play the same way," Jamie laughed wryly.

"Hey someone goes to kick your ass and you let me know huh?" Brendan patted Jamie on the back. "One thing I've learnt is big is scary...even though I'm really a puppy dog at heart. But I can make pretence of scaring the boogy man away."

"Thanks, mate," Jamie nodded with a smile, appreciating the big man's offer. "Though I've learnt to run pretty damn fast when I need to!" He signalled the server for two more beers and went after the chips - those Brendan hadn't consumed, that is!

"That's where I fall down because I look big but can't follow through with a beating or running fast," Brendan laughed. "Well seems we're in like minded company anyway so not a worry at the moment."

"I'm betting you could hold your own if you had to," Jamie spoke up.

"When I'm pressed. My mom had her handbag taken by a thief once and before I even thought I had whacked the guy over the head and got it back." Brendan thought back to the incident. "I think in hindsight he was more surprised than intimidated and my mom had to make me a coffee when I got home I was so jittery."

"And I bet your mum baked you cookies, too," Jamie suggested. "Did she get you started in cookery?"

"Yeah she did," Brendan smiled. "My dad too, he always used to say it made me no lesser of a man to enjoy being in the kitchen. If only he had known..."

Jamie couldn't help a laugh escaping at Brendan's dryly uttered observation. "You are too funny, candyman," he teased. "Must have been all those sugar fumes that turned you on to guys, yeah?"

"Could be seeing some damn fine asses too," Brendan laughed.

"Yeah, there is that, too," Jamie flirted back, feeling more and more relaxed as he spent time with the big, funny American. "So...you going to come see me play one night?"

"Yeah sure would love to. You gonna come see make praline sometime?"

"Only if I get to eat them." Jamie took out his cellphone. "What's your number, Brendan?"

"You getting my number on our first date?" Brendan teased. "You must think I'm easy after a couple of beers." However, he pulled his own cell out and placed it in front of Jamie. "I never remember my own number because I never call myself."

"Can't be a second date if we can't call one another, can there?' Jamie pointed out as he programmed his number into Brendan's phone, with a smile.

"You propositioning me little man?"

"You were the one who called this our first date, now, weren't you?" Jamie pointed out, watching Brendan's eyes and open face.

"Touche," Brendan laughed. He looked at Jamie's sparkling face and just wanted to tousle his hair, amongst other things. "So I can come see you play?"

"I hope you do. Here," Jamie nodded. He leaned forward to pull out his wallet and take out one of the club's cards. He jumped up and borrowed a pen from a passing server, scrawling out some words on the back of the card before handing it to Brendan, all his movements loose and energetic. "Give the doorman this and you won't have to pay the cover charge. Drinks are over-priced, but the music is hot," he winked.

"That's because the singer is hot," Brendan ventured. He read the card and Jamie's scrawl. "Thanks man. We don't have cards at the praline store but you stick your face in the door and you can have as much sugar as you can take."

Jamie felt a little jolt at being described as hot by the frankly gorgeous Brendan, an entirely pleasant one. "You shouldn't make an offer like that to me. I may be small but as you have just seen I can still pack it away," he said, indicating the dishes that between them they'd demolished. "Performing takes tons of energy, and a sugar rush sounds just the thing. When's the best time to stop by the store to see you in, uhm, action?" he flirted back.

"Hey you're welcome to pop by and take as much as I can give you." Brendan was now openly making double entendres. And he meant what he said...praline or otherwise. This little Jamie was cute and fiery and Brendan liked him very much.

18 October; French Quarter; Brendan Fraser, Jamie Cullum; PG

Wed, 18 Oct 2006 10:40:46 GMT

Cross posted to cullum_q and our_quarter

Frustrated, Jamie knew he had to get higher - literally off the ground - if he wanted to take the photograph of the church spires he wanted. A shot from the top of a nearby brick wall would be ideal; the only problem was he just wasn't tall enough to get on top of the brick unaided without potentially damaging his camera. He didn't mind being on the short side, most of the time, but there were other times it was a damned pain in the ass.

"Hey," he suddenly said as a tall fellow came striding by where he stood. "Would you mind giving me a hand, mate?"

Brendan stopped in his tracks. He thought he had heard something through the pounding of his iPod headphones. He unplugged them and looked over at the little guy holding a camera, "Did you say something to me?"

"Yeah, I did," Jamie confirmed with a lopsided grin. "Would you mind giving me a leg up on top of the wall? I want to get a picture of those spires before the light changes." He gestured to the wall with his free hand. "Come on, be a mate."

"Bit little to get up there?" Brendan laughed. "I can jump up there easily and take it for you...or lift you up there and join you." He checked out the spires in question. "Awesome shot if you can get it."

"If you take the shot, how do I know you won't chop off the tops or something?" Jamie laughed up at the tall, broad-shouldered fellow. "I just need a step up from someone - though you're welcome to join me. Tell you what, if you get me up there I'll buy you a drink sometime."

"You don't need to do anything for me, it'd be easy to bunk you up there," Brendan smiled. This cute little pixy guy just needed a hand and that was simply it. Brendan held his hands out for him to put his foot. "Don't worry I'm strong...just heave yourself up."

"Thanks," Jamie grinned. A second later he heaved himself up on the wall, thanks to the help of the stranger. He straddled the wall and leaned down to offer a hand. "You wanna come up?"

"I can get up myself thanks," Brendan promptly shimmied up the wall and plonked himself next to the other guy. "I wouldn't have chopped off the tops by the way, or I would have taken a shot of just that spire over there. It looks awesome. Fuck man I wish I had my camera myself! You can get some cool shots up here."

"Yeah, it's fantastic," Jamie agreed and raised the compact digital to focus in and snap off a series of shots. Lowering the camera, he held out his hand to the Samaritan. "Jamie Cullum," he introduced himself. "You're not a local - not with an accent like that. Tourist?"

"New local," Brendan held out his hand in return. "I'm Brendan, and you have a beautiful camera there Jamie."

"It is," Jamie agreed, and handed the stranger the camera so he could take a look at it. "You have the picture-taking bug too, Brendan?"

"Man I'd love a camera like this!" Brendan eased the piece of equipment around gently checking out all the special features. "I love taking photos, but my tool of preference is an old Polaroid. I have a thing for polaroids." He grinned at Jamie as he returned his camera. "Fuck it's beautiful up here," he added surveying the city.

"It is, isn't it?" Jamie had to agree, likewise surveying the view, as well. "I feel more at home here than I thought I would."

"You mean in New Orleans or up on a wall?" Brendan laughed.

Jamie laughed. "I meant the city, but it's not bad up here, either, thanks to you getting me here." He raised his camera and took a quick shot of the man. Looking up from the camera's viewer he shot Brendan a mischievous look. "Very photogenic. You ought to be a model, mate."

"Yeah right!" Brendan gave Jamie a quick playful punch. "I think I'm safer sticking to what I do best. That's what brought me to this beautiful city."

Jamie righted himself from the light punch, drawing up a knee. "Yeah? What do you do?" His eyes discreetly taking in the guys broad shouldered frame, he expected to hear that Brendan was in construction or something involved with the rebuilding efforts still taking place.

"I'm a chocolatier," Brendan replied. "Posh name for I make chocolate...although here I'm specialising in praline."

"A candyman, huh?" Jamie grinned. "I'll have to stop in for a sample. Or are you at one of those posh hotels where the doorman wouldn't let me past?"

"Nah, just some praline store. I did do posh last job...exclusive café with over priced hand made chocolates to go with your coffee Madame." Brendan stuck his nose in the air mimicking the last waiter he had worked with. "It's much cooler here...well apart from the weather," he laughed. "A bit different from Seattle."

"Been to Seattle...played a couple of gigs there one summer when I was touring, though I mostly stay in one place, nowadays. It was a cool city, but yeah, there's nothing like this place, is there?" Jamie agreed.

"You in a band? Now that's cooler than saying you're a chocolatier...much cooler!" Brendan looked across the cityscape again. "It is a wonderful place here, just too fucking humid." He billowed his shirt out to make a point.

"Nothing like London," Jamie had to agree, aware of how his t-shirt was clinging to his chest. "No, I'm not in a band anymore. But I've put a jazz trio together these days. We play four days a week at a club called Smoke. You should come and see us." Me, you should come and see me Jamie substituted in his head as he took in the sight of Brendan lounging comfortably on their precarious perch.

"Must admit I've never listened to jazz much but when in Rome..." He grinned back at Jamie. "Tell me where this club is and I'll be there. Might even bring my Polaroid along if it's allowed."

"It’s allowed. Come see me play," Jamie repeated with an intense look at Brendan after giving him directions to the small club. He stood up on the wall, balancing on the ledge and looking down, not afraid to take the leap...which he did, with an accompanying yell, landing easily on his feet and grinning up at Brendan. "Thanks for the lift, Brendan!"

Hi?

Fri, 06 Oct 2006 11:12:29 GMT

[Public post]

I don't know if anyone around here uses these journals. I just arrived here and I know no one.

Since I got here all I've been doing is working. I'm wondering if anyone can tell me cool stuff to do when I finally get a day off.

Thanks.

Brendan's bio

Fri, 29 Sep 2006 05:42:04 GMT

Brendan’s parents were in the travel business so he moved around a lot. Born in Canada his last extended city of choice was Seattle where he worked in an exclusive hotel making equally exclusive chocolates.

Brendan is an easy going fun loving guy who despite these good qualities has not made or kept an ongoing relationship. This is due to his frequent moves and also the hours he keeps as a confectionery chef.

Brendan decided to move to New Orleans for three reasons. One, he was becoming bored of the stifling regimen of working in a very expensive hotel. Two, he developed an interest in praline making and wanted to specialise in this area for a while. And three he wanted to live somewhere where there was fun to be had and New Orleans sounded like the place.

Apart from cooking Brendan loves to go out with his old Polaroid and take photos. He loves the immediacy of this art form, and also can't afford a digital camera!

Pup/Player information

Fri, 29 Sep 2006 05:27:42 GMT

Mun name/nick/handle: owlgrey
Mun journal: http://owlgrey.livejournal.com/
AIM: owlgrey7
Yahoo: owlgrey666
E-mail: owlgrey@gmail.com
When you can be reached and preferred method: Australian Eastern Standard time. I am on every night, and usually during the weekend.

Pup's physical info: 6’ 3”
Pup's location: Works at Sweet Thangs a praline confectionery store in the French market. Lives in French Quarter
Pup's orientation: Bi.
Pup's hobbies: photography, cooking, movies.
Game connections: None as yet but will become good friends with Jake Gyllenhaal.

Type of Characters Pup Likes: Friendly people.

What type of play are you willing or NOT willing to do: Under age, bestiality, scat.