Word count: 8354 as of right now.
Summary: Cinderella meets My Fair Lady, only gay. And with cowboys.
Definitely working: I am enjoying this story. And I have a cute little summary, and i get to say fuck a lot.
Working: the plot of my story is all laid out in my mind, but just enough so that i'm still pleasantly surprised as it tumbles from my fingers.
Maybe not working: seriously, here. this story is j2 au but with different names. so i need to contemplate my descriptions carefully, because i'd like to be able to enter this into a real live contest that real editors read. It's not like I named them Dean and Sam or anything, but speaking of names - they need to change. Jake, his bff James, and the yankee is Gabe. Two similar. I think they're going to become Drew, Max and Gabe. Only Max is not max from DA and considering the j2ness of this, that may be a problem. fuck fuck fuck.
Definitely not working: I need to know the size of a horse that someone 6'5" would ride (roughly) and I need to write a hand lust scene. the hand lust scene is not a problem, except that I've had this vision since Gradgirl finished her last van/jake of doing a piece on holding hand in that world. So now, now I've got to make sure they don't oddly bleed into each other.
"You're an idiot." James flicked the back of Jake's earlobe.
"Ow! Mother fucker, that hurt. I'm not an idiot. I'm just," he gestured wildly, tried to find the right word. "I'm drunk. That's what I am. Almost drunk, but not quite enough."
"Liar. You're trashed. Wait here, I'll get you something to ease the hangover you'll have tomorrow morning."
He continued on, not listening to his friend. What did she know about these things? She was a chick. "Like Gabe is not quite enough gay. I mean, clearly, he's gay. He's gotta be. I'm pretty sure I could feel him checking out my ass. But he's not gay enough to take advantage of me in my drunken stupor." Jake shook his head. "Nope. Not gay enough. The bastard! James, how do you get to be as hot as him and not take me upstairs and make an honest woman of me?"
"First off, maybe because you're not a woman? You think that might be part of it. Secondly, you met him, what, six hours ago?" She flicked his ear again, but then passed him two aspirin and a glass of water. "If you really want to be an honest woman, maybe you should be sober when you proposition him?"
"Nuh uh. That's the whole point." He aimed for the stairs, but didn't quite make it. The wall was comfortable, easy to slide down. That would do for now. "I don't want to proposition anyone. I want to be the one. Damnit. Why does everyone want me to be all grr! argh! top or nothing?" Jake rubbed his palms against his eyes. "Why doesn't someone just want to fuck me blind?"
James threaded her fingers through his hair. "Aww, honey. You know I would if it weren't for that whole penis issue we've got."
"What penis issue?" Jake craned his neck to look, but that hurt so he went back to cradling his head in his hands.
"The one where you have one, and like them. And I don't, and you know, don't."
"Why don't you like dick? Everyone should like dick, James. Everyone. You know what?" He tried to focus on her but she wobbled in front of his eyes. "Come here, I'mma tell you a secret."
"Do I have to? Your breath stinks." James widened her stance and held out her hands to help him up.
She was a good friend. He should tell her that more often, but that wasn't the point. What had the point been? Oh. Right. "Shut up, yeah, you have to hear this." He gestured her closer. "I bet I'd like Gabe's dick. You think he'd mind if I wanted to kiss him all over?" He giggled. "I wonder if he's proportional? Man, James, can you imagine? I'd be walking even more bowlegged than I do now." His daydream shifted to his dick, and even through the alcoholic fog, Jake knew that a long jerk off session in the shower would be the only thing to take the edge off. "Maybe I'll ask him tomorrow. Or, you know, once I'm dead. Whichever comes first." His stomach shifted. Pizza, beer and tequila fought for dominance in his intestines. "Oh hell. Help me up, James. I'm gonna hurl."
"I got him." Strong hands clasped his wrists together and slide an arm under his shoulders. "Easy does it. Let's get you to the nearest bathroom where you can vomit in peace."
"There's one attached to the master bedroom. If you can get him up the stairs, that's your best bet." James adjusted Jake's shirt. "How much of that did you hear, Gabe?"