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smackenzie) wrote2003-11-01 01:06 am
smackenzie) wrote2003-11-01 01:06 am
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introducing laurie jude
Someone's cell phone woke Laurie up. He knew it wasn't his - his phone played a tinny recognizable-only-to-him version of the Stray Cats' "Rock This Town." This cell phone was just loud. He reached over and slapped his alarm clock off the nightstand, and the noise it made as it hit the floor was enough to wake him fully. Well, that and the body next to him jumping out of bed.
Oh yeah, him. Laurie grinned, rolled onto his back, and propped himself up on his elbows to watch the tall, pale redhead he'd picked up last night get dressed. God, the kid was cute - spiky-haired and freckled, with strong hands and an eager mouth and a round, tight butt. Laurie loved groupies.
The kid caught Laurie watching him and laughed.
"Sorry about the phone," he said. "I gotta get to class."
"Class?" Laurie said, kind of stupidly.
"Yeah. Grad school. Fancy math." He grinned. Oh yeah, fucking adorable. And smart, too. Laurie didn't know a lot of grad school graduates.
"Oh. You want some coffee or something?" Laurie rolled out of bed, found his footing - he wasn't a morning person - and tripped over his own jeans on his way to kiss the kid good morning. Kid tasted pretty good first thing.
"Nah, I'll just grab some at Starbucks or something. Mmmm," the kid murmured, as Laurie's tongue pushed into his mouth and Laurie's hands found his ass. "Can't. Gotta run." Laurie let go.
He walked the kid to the front door, completely unconcerned that he was still stark naked and there was always an outside chance his across-the-hall neighbor would be opening the door at the same time and would catch a glimpse of him in all his bare-assed glory. Laurie had almost no body issues - although he thought his feet were too big - and the neighbor across the hall was kind of cute for a girl, and who cared if he walked around his apartment naked? It was his place.
The kid - Rian, he finally remembered, with an "i" - told Laurie he was good, really good, he was a big fan now, maybe they'd see each other around. Laurie said sure, maybe they would. Hell, he wouldn't mind seeing Rian again. The kid was certainly fun in bed, and had either learned the one-night-stand etiquette about getting your ass out of the other person's house nice and early, or he was just naturally a morning person and not interesting in a long-term thing anyway. Not that it mattered, he was going now, giving Laurie one last look at his long legs and nice ass as he bounced down the hall.
Laurie shut the door after Rian disappeared into the stairwell, and then he took a quick shower, made himself some coffee, and got dressed. He didn't have to be at work until four and there was no band practice today and he should probably be using his free time to work on a couple of songs that Bran had liked, but he was feeling too relaxed and lazy and well-fucked to concentrate on anything.
He shaved, ran a comb through his hair, messed it around with his fingers anyway, and spent a good fifteen minutes trying to find his boots. He vaguely remembered struggling to get them off last night so he could get his jeans off so he and Rian could fuck properly.... Under the bed. Of course. That's where all good boots went when you yanked them off so fast your feet went into shock.
He grabbed his motorcycle helmet and leather jacket, left his empty coffee cup on the kitchen table, and went out and down the hall of his apartment building and down the stairs (the elevator had been retrofitted into the building and was the slowest apartment building elevator in existence, slower even than the one in his best friend Lea's building) and outside, where it was brisk and sunny and perfect weather for a long motorcycle ride.
Laurie rode to his parents' house, where his mom made him pancakes and more coffee and made him sit with her while she called some woman in her book club. He told her about his gig the night before, although he didn't tell her about Rian the really fucking cute groupie, because she hated hearing about his one-night-stands and she occasionally worried about him. He gave her the non-smoking report - thirteen months, one week, four days since he'd quit - and she gave him the Danny report - one cute girlfriend, two soccer practices, a B on his last history essay - and they just sat for a bit drinking their coffee and reading different parts of the newspaper, listening to the news on TV and just sharing space.
Laurie loved his mom. His dad had walked out on them when he was six and by the time Laurie was nine his mom had remarried and had another son, the Danny of the morning report. Sometimes she was a little clingy and sometimes she was kind of a nag, but she was his mom and she loved him and supported him and told him he was talented and handsome and could he come over for dinner on Tuesday? No reason, she just wanted to see him and make sure he was eating like a normal person. Sometimes he said "I can't, Mom, I have to work," or "I'd love to but we have a gig," or "I do eat like a normal person!" And she'd laugh and tell him it was fine, she'd just take a number behind his legions of adoring fans.
Laurie was twenty-six years old and played lead guitar for a band called Steerpike, and he guessed in some (very small) circles he might be considered kind of a local guitar god. He didn't think he was the most talented guitarist he knew, but he was good at what he did and he worked hard, and it didn't hurt that he was a little over six feet tall, built long and lean, toned from the gym, and he had an easy smile and an open face and a crooked grin that brought out a dimple in his left cheek. His friend Lea said he looked like the hair guy from that "Queer Eye" show, except with longer hair. Laurie said just as long as people didn't think he was totally hideous.... Which always made Lea giggle and smack him, because she thought he was adorable, and he hadn't been hideous for ten years.
Personally, he'd prefer "sexy" over "adorable," but Lea was his friend and not one of his potential lovers, and while he valued her opinion he wasn't too concerned with the actual words she used. People seemed to like him, and especially importantly, cute boys seemed to like him, and that was what mattered. Their exact opinions, the words they used for him, were just details.
Laurie wasn't so good with the words, as he freely admitted. He'd written maybe four lines of lyrics out of Steerpike's entire discography. Bran, the lead singer, was the main lyricist. Laurie wrote the tunes. Lea, who played bass in addition to all her friend-related duties, made comments and sometimes tweaked the lyrics, and the drummer, Mission, every so often contributed some words but more often worked with Laurie on the basic underpinnings of the songs - the tempo, the beat, the time signatures. All their songs were credited "words and music by Steerpike" - they were pretty democratic that way.
"You think you can get Danny into your next show?" Laurie's mom asked, just as he was about to get up from the breakfast table and go on with his day.
"Sure, if it's not 21-and-over. Unless he's got a really good fake ID." Laurie grinned at his mom. She shook her head. Danny was still in high school. Laurie thought he could pass for twenty-one with the right attitude, but his mom would hit the ceiling.
"Don't you put that idea in his head, Laurie Jude. Eighteen, ok, but don't you dare help him pass so he can drink."
"Ok, ok." Laurie held up his hands placatingly. He'd bet Danny already had a fake ID hidden under his mattress or somewhere - Laurie had one when he was seventeen. "No faking it. I got it." He got up, put his coffee cup in the sink, and came back to kiss his mom on the cheek. "I've got stuff to do. Thanks for breakfast. I'll talk to you later, ok? Tell Danny-boy I wanna see an A on his next history test. He shoulda called me, I woulda helped him."
"You didn't get an A in history in four years of high school." His mom grinned. "He wants to see you play."
"When we get another gig I'll put him on the guest list if they got one. Don't worry, I'll get him in. Maybe we can sneak him in as a roadie or something. A guitar tech. He can carry Lea's bass. Or Mission's drumsticks or something."
"Now you're teasing me. Go on, go do your thing." She tilted her head for a goodbye kiss, said "Tell Lea hi for me," and patted his cheek. "Be good, kid."
"Always am. Bye." Laurie let himself out, peered at the sky which was now clouding over, and gunned his bike's engine as he peeled off down the street.
Not a bad way to start the day, so far.
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Oh yeah, him. Laurie grinned, rolled onto his back, and propped himself up on his elbows to watch the tall, pale redhead he'd picked up last night get dressed. God, the kid was cute - spiky-haired and freckled, with strong hands and an eager mouth and a round, tight butt. Laurie loved groupies.
The kid caught Laurie watching him and laughed.
"Sorry about the phone," he said. "I gotta get to class."
"Class?" Laurie said, kind of stupidly.
"Yeah. Grad school. Fancy math." He grinned. Oh yeah, fucking adorable. And smart, too. Laurie didn't know a lot of grad school graduates.
"Oh. You want some coffee or something?" Laurie rolled out of bed, found his footing - he wasn't a morning person - and tripped over his own jeans on his way to kiss the kid good morning. Kid tasted pretty good first thing.
"Nah, I'll just grab some at Starbucks or something. Mmmm," the kid murmured, as Laurie's tongue pushed into his mouth and Laurie's hands found his ass. "Can't. Gotta run." Laurie let go.
He walked the kid to the front door, completely unconcerned that he was still stark naked and there was always an outside chance his across-the-hall neighbor would be opening the door at the same time and would catch a glimpse of him in all his bare-assed glory. Laurie had almost no body issues - although he thought his feet were too big - and the neighbor across the hall was kind of cute for a girl, and who cared if he walked around his apartment naked? It was his place.
The kid - Rian, he finally remembered, with an "i" - told Laurie he was good, really good, he was a big fan now, maybe they'd see each other around. Laurie said sure, maybe they would. Hell, he wouldn't mind seeing Rian again. The kid was certainly fun in bed, and had either learned the one-night-stand etiquette about getting your ass out of the other person's house nice and early, or he was just naturally a morning person and not interesting in a long-term thing anyway. Not that it mattered, he was going now, giving Laurie one last look at his long legs and nice ass as he bounced down the hall.
Laurie shut the door after Rian disappeared into the stairwell, and then he took a quick shower, made himself some coffee, and got dressed. He didn't have to be at work until four and there was no band practice today and he should probably be using his free time to work on a couple of songs that Bran had liked, but he was feeling too relaxed and lazy and well-fucked to concentrate on anything.
He shaved, ran a comb through his hair, messed it around with his fingers anyway, and spent a good fifteen minutes trying to find his boots. He vaguely remembered struggling to get them off last night so he could get his jeans off so he and Rian could fuck properly.... Under the bed. Of course. That's where all good boots went when you yanked them off so fast your feet went into shock.
He grabbed his motorcycle helmet and leather jacket, left his empty coffee cup on the kitchen table, and went out and down the hall of his apartment building and down the stairs (the elevator had been retrofitted into the building and was the slowest apartment building elevator in existence, slower even than the one in his best friend Lea's building) and outside, where it was brisk and sunny and perfect weather for a long motorcycle ride.
Laurie rode to his parents' house, where his mom made him pancakes and more coffee and made him sit with her while she called some woman in her book club. He told her about his gig the night before, although he didn't tell her about Rian the really fucking cute groupie, because she hated hearing about his one-night-stands and she occasionally worried about him. He gave her the non-smoking report - thirteen months, one week, four days since he'd quit - and she gave him the Danny report - one cute girlfriend, two soccer practices, a B on his last history essay - and they just sat for a bit drinking their coffee and reading different parts of the newspaper, listening to the news on TV and just sharing space.
Laurie loved his mom. His dad had walked out on them when he was six and by the time Laurie was nine his mom had remarried and had another son, the Danny of the morning report. Sometimes she was a little clingy and sometimes she was kind of a nag, but she was his mom and she loved him and supported him and told him he was talented and handsome and could he come over for dinner on Tuesday? No reason, she just wanted to see him and make sure he was eating like a normal person. Sometimes he said "I can't, Mom, I have to work," or "I'd love to but we have a gig," or "I do eat like a normal person!" And she'd laugh and tell him it was fine, she'd just take a number behind his legions of adoring fans.
Laurie was twenty-six years old and played lead guitar for a band called Steerpike, and he guessed in some (very small) circles he might be considered kind of a local guitar god. He didn't think he was the most talented guitarist he knew, but he was good at what he did and he worked hard, and it didn't hurt that he was a little over six feet tall, built long and lean, toned from the gym, and he had an easy smile and an open face and a crooked grin that brought out a dimple in his left cheek. His friend Lea said he looked like the hair guy from that "Queer Eye" show, except with longer hair. Laurie said just as long as people didn't think he was totally hideous.... Which always made Lea giggle and smack him, because she thought he was adorable, and he hadn't been hideous for ten years.
Personally, he'd prefer "sexy" over "adorable," but Lea was his friend and not one of his potential lovers, and while he valued her opinion he wasn't too concerned with the actual words she used. People seemed to like him, and especially importantly, cute boys seemed to like him, and that was what mattered. Their exact opinions, the words they used for him, were just details.
Laurie wasn't so good with the words, as he freely admitted. He'd written maybe four lines of lyrics out of Steerpike's entire discography. Bran, the lead singer, was the main lyricist. Laurie wrote the tunes. Lea, who played bass in addition to all her friend-related duties, made comments and sometimes tweaked the lyrics, and the drummer, Mission, every so often contributed some words but more often worked with Laurie on the basic underpinnings of the songs - the tempo, the beat, the time signatures. All their songs were credited "words and music by Steerpike" - they were pretty democratic that way.
"You think you can get Danny into your next show?" Laurie's mom asked, just as he was about to get up from the breakfast table and go on with his day.
"Sure, if it's not 21-and-over. Unless he's got a really good fake ID." Laurie grinned at his mom. She shook her head. Danny was still in high school. Laurie thought he could pass for twenty-one with the right attitude, but his mom would hit the ceiling.
"Don't you put that idea in his head, Laurie Jude. Eighteen, ok, but don't you dare help him pass so he can drink."
"Ok, ok." Laurie held up his hands placatingly. He'd bet Danny already had a fake ID hidden under his mattress or somewhere - Laurie had one when he was seventeen. "No faking it. I got it." He got up, put his coffee cup in the sink, and came back to kiss his mom on the cheek. "I've got stuff to do. Thanks for breakfast. I'll talk to you later, ok? Tell Danny-boy I wanna see an A on his next history test. He shoulda called me, I woulda helped him."
"You didn't get an A in history in four years of high school." His mom grinned. "He wants to see you play."
"When we get another gig I'll put him on the guest list if they got one. Don't worry, I'll get him in. Maybe we can sneak him in as a roadie or something. A guitar tech. He can carry Lea's bass. Or Mission's drumsticks or something."
"Now you're teasing me. Go on, go do your thing." She tilted her head for a goodbye kiss, said "Tell Lea hi for me," and patted his cheek. "Be good, kid."
"Always am. Bye." Laurie let himself out, peered at the sky which was now clouding over, and gunned his bike's engine as he peeled off down the street.
Not a bad way to start the day, so far.
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My second read of the night! WOOHOO! Now I'm waiting on Kammy!
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*ducks and runs*
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very lickab--i mean, likeable guy. cute, too. and his mom is sweet.
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::g:: Like this part muchly. ^_^ Looking forward to the next part. ^_^
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I love his relationship with his mother. I like that he's thoughtful *and* talented. And I love his name.
And, you know, groupies are cute too.
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