part 30 - rated nc-17

Laurie wished he could tell his subconscious to quit it with the weird dreams, although dreaming about Gunther Glassman sitting on the edge of his tub was probably better than dreaming about fucking his half brother. But still. He obviously had Gunther's death on his mind, and he didn't think he'd be able to get it out so quickly, but he wished it wouldn't invade his sleep like that. He'd never know what Gunther was thinking when he picked Laurie to play at his funeral, and he might never know for sure why "Hallelujah," although that at least he could guess at. Not knowing didn't stop him from wondering, it just meant he'd always be a little frustrated at not being able to find the answer.

( cut for waking and reasoning and smutting and a really abrupt ending )

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wheee! :D

uh...anyone have a title for the damn thing? >.

thanks and dedication

thanks to:

chris baty, i guess, for continuing to give me a legitimate excuse to be insane
the nanowrimo forums for help with waiting tables, spanish words, and wine
jean, lorna, and bitterwaitress.com for more stories about waiting tables
ryan of queencab and john of interlock for answering my crazed band questions, even tho i ended up using almost none of what they told me
cicirossi for eden, where the story takes place
anonymous pete for the title
and all my lovely readers and commenters and pompom shakers for, well, reading and commenting and pompom shaking

i guess this one is dedicated to the little voice in my head that said "hey, look, it's jonathan rhys-meyers.... 'steerpike' would be a great name for a band." because months ago i caught ten minutes of gormenghast on pbs, and that's how this mad adventure started.