As we don't have this thread yet, here is the cheesecake thread.

Cheesecake = Radiohead fanfiction.




One of my favourite quotes from my favourite cheesecake :

“Colin, you can do accents, right?”

Colin shrugs
“I don't know”

Jonny cries from upstairs “COZ, DO THE MONTY PYTHON ACCENT
YOU KNOW”

“YOUR MOTHER SMELLS OF ELDERBERRIES!”



And I finished the third chapter of my own cheesecake.

The first two chapters can be found on here: http://www.freewebs.com/cozzie_in_mexico/r...dfanfiction.htm



Chapter 3 – Reconciliation

It took the band quite a while to forget about what had happened. Thom could talk to Colin and Ed without shouting at them after a few days, but everyone was sure that he still had not forgiven them. Jonny did not really know hot to handle the situation, but as he hardly ever left his bedroom, he did not need to worry about it too much. Colin tried to comfort his brother, but he found it rather difficult because Jonny would not talk to him. Without knowing what should happen, the band had not talked to each other or even been in the same room together for a whole week. Maybe Thom talked to everyone else if he was alone with one member, but he never talked to two or more members at once.
It was at the beginning of the second week that the band could be in the same room together again. Thom and Colin were sitting on the couch in the living room. Thom had put down his head onto Colin’s shoulder and Colin stroked along Thom’s left arm, which was lying next to his.
“Mmh… Colin?”
“Yeah?”
“I wanted to ask you something. And you too, Ed”, Thom shouted over to Ed, who was constantly gazing at the TV screen at the other end of the room.
Ed replied, “Mmh… Okay.”
“So, why…”, Thom started. But Jonny interrupted him.
“No, Thom. Don’t.” Jonny lay on the floor.
“But Jonny, I have to know.”
Thom turned his head around to Phil. “Phil. Could you come over here for a minute?”
Phil nodded and slowly moved from the table to the couch.
“Ed. Colin?”, Thom started. “What was that whole thing on about, about me and Jonny getting drunk?”
“Once again, I am really sorry about that, Thom. I don’t know what has gotten into us, but me and Ed, we only did that because we were completely wasted”, Colin explained. Ed nodded in agreement.
“But… I still don’t understand. How on earth could you do such a horrible thing? Especially because you know that Jonny isn’t used to drinking alcohol. And you even enjoyed watching us…” Thom turned away his head in disgust.
“Thom, we are terribly sorry. I wish I could make it undone”, Ed admitted with a hoarse voice.
“So, I think we settled this… You two didn’t intend to do what you have done, yeah? Did I get that right? So… I hope you really will never do that again”, Thom finished his speech. The others looked quite relieved to have finished the conversation, but Jonny could tell that Thom only had finished because he did not want to go on. Jonny had had a terrible week, he felt much better now with the band talking to each other again.
Phil and Ed went away again and Jonny got up to go the kitchen.
“So, we have the room to ourselves, eh?”, Thom said smirking.
“Yeah…” Colin nodded, his mind far away from the couch he sat on.
“But… Colin… I don’t get…”
“You actually want to know why I found Ed’s idea of you and Jonny getting drunk so good?”
“Er… Yes.”
“Well, the answer is… I couldn’t think properly.”
“But still, it’s your brother!”
“Yeah, but…”
“No ‘but’…” Thom went silent.
“OK, Thom… So… Yeah, Ed and I wanted to find out what happens if you and Jonny get drunk. Alright. I am sorry about this, but… We all were drunk and did stuff we normally wouldn’t do.”
Thom shook his head. “You shouldn’t have gotten drunk then.”
“Obviously, for you it’s easy.”
“Fine.”
“Oh, come on, Thom.”
“No.” Thom pouted and moved away from Colin.
“No, Thom. Please. Stay here. I feel so cold now.”
“Don’t get huffy. You see… It’s not my fault.”
“Sorry, but you were about to shag my brother!”
For a second, nothing happened. But then, Thom moved back to Colin again and slapped him across the face.
“What’s that for?!”, Colin asked breathlessly.
Thom did not answer and just turned away. He restlessly stroked through his hair, struggling to reply to Colin.
“Coiln”, he finally said. “I… I’m sorry, but… Oh, I feel so bad. Poor Jonny”, he sobbed.
“Oh, no, Thom.” Colin put his arms around Thom and whispered into his ear.
“Thom, no… I… I’m sorry. Please don’t start crying. I feel sorry for being so rude.”
“Oh, no, it’s okay.”
“No. No, it’s not. I should have…”
“What?” Thom looked up.
“I should have told you the truth right from the beginning.”
“The truth?”
“Yeah.”
“So…”
“I… I didn’t like how you treated Ed and Jonny.”
“But… Is hurting Jonny fair then?”
“No, you’re right. But… I…” Colin couldn’t finish his sentence.
“Colin?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s okay now. You don’t have to explain.”
“Really? Are you sure?”
“Yeah, absolutely.”
“Oh, Thom!”, Colin yelled and embraced Thom so tightly that Thom found it hard to breathe.
“Oh, sorry, I think this was too tight”, Colin said shocked and let go of Thom.
“Yeah, it definitely was too tight.” Thom grinned and pulled Colin back to himself.
“Hey…”
“Aw, come on, Coz. Keep your cool.”
“Oh yeah?” Colin rolled his eyes.
“So…” Thom grinned at Colin.
“So what?”
Thom hissed, “Oh, you know exactly what I am talking about.”
“No…”
“Oh, come on”, Thom moaned and nibbled a bit on Colin’s left ear.
“Oh, stop that”, Colin said, not completely convincing.
Thom continued, now kissing the ear.
“What the heck are you doing, Thom?”, Colin asked and started laughing.
“Oh, you know what I want to do.”
“Ah, shut up.” Colin was giggling and trying to push Thom away. But Thom now just clung to Colin and put his left hand into Colin’s hair to stroke through it.
“Hey, Thom…”
Thom did not say a word. He had closed his eyes and moved his face closer to Colin’s.
“No, Thom.”
Thom opened his eyes. “Why not?”
“Because…” Colin gazed at Thom, thinking about what he was going to say.
“Because… I feel so bad about what I’ve done to you and Jonny. So… I can’t. I really can’t do this now.”
“Oh, Coz. I thought we had settled this. Just don’t think about it.”
“But Thom. I can’t. It’s really hard for me to do that.”
“Aw, Colin. Don’t think about it. Really… don’t”, Thom said with a soft tone of voice and gently stroked through Colin’s hair.
“Oh Thom”, Colin whimpered and quietly sobbed into Thom’s shoulder.
“There, there, Colin. Oh, don’t cry.”
Thom felt like crying as well and embraced Colin very tightly. Then he let go of Colin, although it had felt really nice to feel Colin’s body so close to his own.
“Oh Thom. Thank you for comforting me, even though I haven’t deserved it.”
“No, don’t say such a thing. I can’t stand seeing you so sad.”
“Oh Thom!”, Colin cried and simply moved closer to Thom. When his lips touched Thom’s, a shiver went through his body. He could only kiss Thom for a few seconds, so he then took off his lips of Thom’s and just looked into Thom’s eyes.
“Do you still want to be together with me? Like… as a couple?”, Colin asked carefully and worried.
“Of course, Colin. I can’t imagine anything better than this right now.”
Colin smiled happily and closed his eyes, feeling Thom’s hands upon his chest trying to unbutton his shirt. But then Colin put his hands upon Thom’s shoulders and forced him to lie down on the couch. His face was so close to Thom’s that parts of his hair were touching Thom’s skin.
“You’ve got really nice hair”, Thom mumbeld.
“Thanks, but you’ve already told me so often.”
“But it’s because I mean it. Your hair is so smooth and soft… And your skin…” Thom’s hand was trembling when he stroked along Colin’s cheeks. “It’s so silky. What do you do with it?”
“Er… Nothing.”
“Colin…”, Thom breathed. “You’re so pretty.”
“Oh… thank you. You’re very pretty as well. VERY pretty.”
“Oh no… You are much prettier than I am”, Thom said decisively and pulled Colin’s face closer to his and kissed him softly.
Colin opened his eyes again. He gazed at Thom and ran his fingers through his friend’s hair.
“I wish this could last forever”, Thom whispered. He quickly mumbled, “As cheesy that may sound, but I’m being serious.”
“Thom… Don’t you think we should go upstairs?”, Colin suggested carefully.
“Mmh… Yeah… Just another minute.”
“Okay.” Colin placed several quick kisses upon Thom’s face, before resting his lips upon Thom’s and moving his hands down Thom’s neck.
Suddenly, there could be noise heard from upstairs. Someone was running down the stairs and into the living room.
It was Jonny.
Without Thom or Colin noticing, Jonny looked at the two in horror. He began to speak, “Er, Coz. Could I talk to you?”
His voice sounded hoarse. He was crying.
Colin quickly opened his eyes and moved away from Thom.
“Oh Jonny.” He looked at his little brother concernedly. “What’s wrong?”
“I… I… I had an argument with Ed.”
“And…”
“Could I talk to you in private?”
“Er, sure, Jonny.”
Colin got up and walked up to Jonny.
“Let’s go to the kitchen, Colin”, Jonny sobbed.
“OK.” Colin was so concerned that he could not say much. He just followed Jonny into the kitchen.
Before Colin could say a word, Jonny had already started speaking.
“Colin… I… Ed…” Jonny broke off, as he was crying so badly.
Colin embraced his brother and gently stroked along his back. “Jonny, calm down.”
“I can’t.” A flood of tears was streaming down Jonny’s face.
“Jonny, please. Tell me what’s wrong.”
Jonny took in a few deep breaths before he started speaking.
“Ed is a mess up in his room. I couldn’t take him crying so desperately. I… just ran away. Oh… I wish I could help him. I feel so sorry for Ed. He has always been nice to me, but I just treat him like shit.”
“You treat him like shit?”
“No… I mean… Yeah… Actually no. I… Ed likes me a lot and… and I like him as well. But in a different way. I don’t love him, but I… I like him. He’s a nice guy and everything. But… I don’t love him.”
Jonny’s cries came out in big waves of sobs and he was trembling so badly that he had to cling to his brother tightly.
“Jonny, please”, Colin tried.
Jonny shook his head and did not let go of his brother.
“Jonny. You said Ed is a mess. I think I should look after him.”
Colin tried to get away from Jonny, which was very difficult, as Jonny had dug his finger’s into Colin’s flesh. But after a few attempts, Jonny loosened his embrace.
“I’ll just be there for a few minutes. Don’t… Just stay. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes”, Colin said and then disappeared.
Jonny could hear him rushing up the stairs and going into Ed’s room. Then it got really silent.
Jonny stared at the kitchen table, lost in thoughts. He still saw Ed’s begging face in front of him. Although he had wanted to kiss him, he could not do it, merely because he knew he would only do it to comfort him, not because he loved him.
“Oh Ed”, he whispered.
Jonny hid his face in his hands and was just listening to the silence that had surrounded him. He just stood there for a couple of minutes, when he heard Ed’s and Colin’s voices from upstairs. And Phil’s voice could also be heard. Jonny raised his head out of his hands and looked outside the kitchen through the door.
Colin entered the kitchen again and said, “Jonny, we’re bringing Ed back home to Susan and his kids. He is so down, we can’t leave him here. You understand that, don’t you?”
Jonny nodded slowly.
“So, erm, I’ll see you later. I don’t know when we’ll be back yet.”
“Yeah, Colin. Bye.”
Jonny gave his brother a hug and followed him outside into the hall. He also waved goodbye to Phil and did not look at Ed whose face was wet of tears and his eyes were red.
Without turning back, Jonny went upstairs to his room. He closed the door after himself and opened the door to the balcony. It was already dark outside and the stars were shining bright up in the sky. This sight stunned Jonny. He leaned against the balcony doorframe and just stared up into the sky.
The sky was extremely beautiful and the air was chilly. Everything was just perfect. Jonny let out a sigh and closed his eyes, only listening to the sound of the night and feeling his body touching the doorframe.
“You’re alone in here?”
Jonny winced. He took his hands off the doorframe and opened his eyes again.
“Thom?”, he whispered.
“Yeah, it’s me”, Thom replied.
“You didn’t go with the others?”
“No, I didn’t.”
Jonny felt that Thom was standing right behind him.
“So you’re here as well.”
Thom let out a friendly laugh. “Yeah, I am.”
Jonny gasped when Thom embraced him from behind. Thom’s hands were touching Jonny’s stomach and Jonny could feel Thom’s breath on his shoulder.
“The sky is really beautiful tonight”, Thom said.
Jonny was lost for words. He couldn’t believe that this was really happening. He felt so bad for Ed, as he had always been longing to be somewhere else. And now he was standing together with Thom pressed against his body on the balcony. Jonny started crying again.
“Oh no, Jonny.”
Thom stroked along Jonny’s arms, which was really soothing, and he pushed his face against Jonny’s back. Jonny was whimpering and shaking. He did not want Thom to be here with him. He did not want Thom to touch him.
“Jonny, what’s wrong?”
“I… Get off me, please”, Jonny begged.
“Why? Do you want no one to comfort you? You had a really bad argument with Ed today.”
“No… I want to be alone.”
“Jonny…” Thom’s voice was shaking.
“Yeah?”
“I… I feel so bad about this. It’s… It’s my fault. I wish I could make it undone.”
Jonny could not help but wonder. Did Thom really believe it was his fault?
“It’s not your fault, Thom.”
“But yes, it is.”
“No.”
Thom did not reply. He moved away from Jonny and went away, down the balcony and out of Jonny’s bedroom. Jonny followed him worried. Quite relieved, Jonny discovered that Thom had only gone to bed in his room. Jonny had reached Thom’s bed and realized that Thom was already asleep. Suspiciously, Jonny moved his face closer to Thom, but could only see that Thom was really sleeping. For a moment, Jonny was pondering and then laid down on the bed next to Thom, put his arm over Thom’s and cuddled up to him. After a couple of minutes, Jonny had fallen asleep as well.

Slowly, Thom woke up. He did not want to open his eyes, so he kept them closed. Soft lips were touching his skin, carefully kissing his lips. Thom still did not want to open his eyes and just enjoyed the kisses on his face.
A warm liquid slowly dropped onto Thom’s cheeks. It felt really nice. But when he heard quiet little sobs, he relized it was tears. The kissing stopped and Thom dared to open his eyes. He caught a view on Jonny, sitting at the end of the bed and holding his head in his hands.
Jonny was asking himself why he had kissed Thom and why Thom had given him a kiss only a few weeks ago. He did not know and all he knew was that he wanted to kiss Thom again.
Thom peeked under his eyelids and saw how Jonny moved back, so he closed his eyes again, pretending to be stilll asleep. This time, Jonny got on top of Thom and started kissing along Thom’s neck. His fingers slid below Thom’s shirt, which made Thom tremble, and he stroked along Thom’s chest with his fingertips.
Without Jonny noticing, Thom let out a quiet moan and was breathing heavily. Before Thom could do anything alse, Jonny had already moved away from him, leaving him lying on the bed.
Quite disappointed Thom pulled the sheets over him and continued sleeping.

At ten o’clock, Thom got up and went downstairs into the kitchen. Jonny was sitting at the kitchen table and staring into space.
“Morning, Jonny.”
“Morning, Thom.” Jonny was staring at the floor when he replied.
Thom oved over to Jonny and quickly gave him a hug, before Jonny could say anything.
“Why are you so sad Jonny?”, Thom wanted to know.
“I don’t know”, Jonny mumbled.
“Aw, I don’t want you to be sad. You know that, don’t you?”
Jonny shook his head and was still staring at the floor, although he wanted to look up at this point.
“Jonny?”
“Mmh?”
Thom was now on his knees in front of Jonny and took Jonny’s hands into his own.
“I wanted to say something.”
“OK.” Jonny slowly moved his head up and looked into these beautiful green eyes.
Thom opened his mouth and moved even closer to Jonny.
But in this moment, they heard Colin calling after them.
“Thom? Jonny? I am back.”
He entered the kitchen and went up to Thom and Jonny. Quickly, he placed a kiss onto Thom’s lips, who looked at him thunderstrucked.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Colin smiled.
“Nothing”, Thom replied smiling as well, but there was a hint of insecurity in his voice.
“Where’s Phil?”, Jonny asked quietly.
“He’s at the bookshop”, Colin replied.
“Oh, I see”, Jonny mumbled.
Now Colin’s glance fell upon Jonny’s hands in Thom’s. He did not say anything, but he somehow guessed that Thom was not only trying to comfort Jonny. Nevertheless, Colin just went on telling them about how desperate Ed was and that his wife was completely shocked to see her husband in such a dreadful condition. Thom nodded understandingly from time to time and Jonny kept silent the whole time that Colin was talking.
“Are you alright, Jonny?”, Colin asked concernedly.
Jonny nodded, although he felt weird. Thom was still holding his hands and Jonny knew that Thom had been about to kiss him. He wanted to taste these lips again, he wanted Thom to hold him, but there was his brother who could give Thom so much more and who wanted more than just a kiss and Thom to embrace him. Jonny swore to himself that he would never kiss Thom again because he was so happy that Thom and Colin enjoyed each other’s company. He did not want to spoil this.
“OK, well…”, Colin continued. “We’d better have some breakfast now.”
Thom and Jonny nodded. Both of them got up at the same time, avoiding each other’s glances and started helping Colin to put the dishes and cutlery onto the table. A few minutes later, Phil arrived and helped his friends. When the band had finished breakfast, they were all wondering what to do.
“We could all go outside for a walk”, Phil suggested.
“Yeah, sounds cool”, Thom muttered.
“I’ll stay here. I want to finish my book”, Colin mumbled.
“And you, Jonny?”, Phil wanted to know and turned around to him.
“I dunno. A walk sounds nice.”
“So, it’s decided. We’ll have a walk. See you later then, Coz.”
“Yeah, okay”, Colin replied.
The others went outside and Colin went up to his room. He grabbed a book and opened it. As soon as he had looked into it, he knew he could not read it. Not at all. Colin closed the book and threw it back onto the table. Then he got up and went downstairs to watch TV, feeling very empty and lonely. Before going to the living room he went into the kitchen and took a piece of cheesecake out of the fridge. With the cake in his hand, he went to the living room, threw himself onto the couch and turned on the TV.
There was nothing particularly interesting on, so Colin just switched through the channels. He stopped when he was on the homsehopping channel, where you could buy a vacuum-cleaner.
“Oh, what a crap.” Colin switched the TV off. He finished his cake and then just laid down on his stomach, resting his head on his arms. For ten minutes, he kept still and just stared at the wall. He was thinking about why Jonny had been so upset lately.
Ten minutes had passed and then Colin decided to go to bed, as he was really tired with his mind on Thom all the time and because he had not slept well the night before. Slowly, he got up from the couch and went across the living room, scuffing his feet and with his eyes barely open.
“I need to get some rest”, he mumbled and went up the stairs. The walk to his room seemed to take ages and when he could finally enter the bedroom and let himself fall onto his bed, a great relief spread across the whole of his body. He got really hot when he was thinking of Thom and his heart filled with the greatest pleasure possible to imagine. But did Thom really love him? Had there not been a change of Thom’s behaviour since their relationship as a couple had started? He thought so and tried to find the reason for this. But he could not find the answer. He fell asleep.

“Hey, Phil, do you think we could prepare lunch now?”
Thom put the keys, with which he had opened the door before, onto the shelf next to the door. The clock on the shelf said that it was one o’clock.
“I don’t know, Thom.”
Thom scratched his head.
“I think we could do it in an hour or so”, Jonny mumbled.
“That is a good idea”, Thom said.
“OK then… I’ll have a nap up in my room then”, Phil announced and then disappeared up the stairs.
“Erm, I’m off to the living room” Jonny glanced at Thom for a second and then left him.
Thom was not quite sure what to do. He remained in the hall for several minutes, untile he decided to go to his room. When he was at the top of the stairs he suddenly changed his mind and went to check on Colin. Thom opened the door of Colin’s room and discovered Colin sleeping in his bed. Fascinated, Thom stared at his friend who looked so peaceful and whose appearance was the one of an angel. Thom smiled blissfully and mover over to Colin to stroke through his hair. Colin himself was still sleeping and was dreaming.
In his dream, Colin went down the corridor on the first floor. He could hear voices coming out of Jonny’s bedroom. It was two people speaking. Colin opened the door and was paralyzed by what he could see. Jonny was hancuffed to the bed and Thom was on top of him, kissing him and stroking Jonny’s entire body.
“Oh Jonny. I could do this forever.”
Jonny grinned broadly. It was an evil grin and this was what shocked Colin the most. This could impossibly be his sweet little brother who always looked so cute and innocent. That was some monster longing for Thom to… He did not even want to think about it.
Colin was angry. Really angry. So angry that he could beat his brother up. What was he doing there with Thom? Thom belonged to him and no one else should share Thom with him. Tears of hatred and jealousy were pouring out of his eyes and his whole body was shaking. He was about to signalise Jonny and Thom that he was there and could see them. But then he realized that someone shook him.
Colin opened his eyes and he spotted Thom’s concerned face.
“Colin! Is everything alright?”
Colin was not sure what to say. He realized that he was really crying and sighed.
“Colin. What’s wrong?”
Thom tried to take Colin into his arms, but Colin shoved Thom’s arms away.
“Did you… did you kiss Jonny?”
Thom looked at Colin in horror.
“Er… no.”
This was not even a lie because in fact only Jonny had kissed him. He had not kissed Jonny. But then Thom was afraid of Colin’s next question.
“Did he kiss you?”
Could he read his thoughts?
“No, I don’t think so.”
If he had not been awake, he would not know about Jonny having kissed him.
“Thom”, Colin sobbed. “I don’t believe you. You… you don’t love me.”
“Why do you say that, that’s not true. I do love you. I love you so much, Colin, I can’t put it into words.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, of course.” Thom laughed. He was relieved. Of course he loved Colin. Why else should he have kissed him three weeks ago? Thom skook his head and smiled at his stupidity. Then he gently embraced Colin and stroked through his lovely shiny hair.
“Thom?”
“Yeah?”
“Could you… could you, er…”
“What?” Thom looked at Colin questioningly.
“I would like to invite you for dinner tonight again.”
“Oh, I see. Yeah, I… I could… I will come. Yeah. Thank you.”
Thom, still holding Colin in his arms, put his head against Colin’s arm and closed his eyes. They remained like that for a few minutes. Then Colin sat up in bed and removed Thom’s arms from his upper-body.
“Colin. Why…” Thom could not finish his question. Colin moved his face towards Thom’s neck. Thom strained his body in anticipation and breathed in deeply when Colin started kissing his neck. Colin kissed him slowly and passionately, enjoying the taste.
“Mmh… I like your neck.”
“Why?”
“It’s really nice.” Colin laughed quietly.
Thom laid down on Colin’s bed and felt Colin’s warm body moving on top of his.
“D’you like this?”
“Yeah”, Thom breathed.
Colin grinned and moved his right hand along Thom’s body and down into his trousers. Thom held unusually still, but Colin could feel the tension in his friend’s body. He was still kissing Thom’s neck and stroked along Thom’s upper-body. After another two minutes, Colin stopped so that he could catch his breath, and his left hand remained on Thom’s chest. Thom took the initiative and enclosed Colin’s right arm with his hands and forced it further down his trousers. Colin gasped and closed his eyes. Thom bit on his lip and had his eyes closed as well. Gently, Thom ran his fingers through Colin’s hair, whereas Colin rested his head on Thom’s chest. The two of them of them were lying in bed like that for several minutes, which seemed to be an endless amount of time to them.
The door opened quietly. A tall slim figure stood in the doorway, staring at Thom and Colin lying in bed. The person’s glance fell upon Colin’s right hand in Thom’s trousers and it wandered up to Colin’s and Thom’s faces, which were glowing and had joyful expressions on them.
Thom opened his eyes and looked into the direction of the door. He caught sight of Jonny, who had a terrified look upon his face. With a bad feeling inside his stomach, Thom opened his mouth to say something, but Jonny just looked at them and when his and Thom’s eyes met, Thom was shocked to discover that Jonny’s eyes were full of pure hatred. Thom immediately had to think of last time when Jonny had discovered them and felt guilty that he had treated him inappropriately. He had a bad conscience.
These big brown eyes stared at Thom. They expressed hatred and complete bewilderment. Why would Thom treat him so badly?
Thom did not know why he did that to Jonny. He did not want to hurt him. But Thom was not sure why Jonny was so hurt anyway. Was it because of his brother? He did not know.
With another hateful glance at Thom and Colin, Jonny left the room. Only then Thom realized that he still was with Colin. He put his right hand onto Colin’s arm and fastened it around Colin’s wrist. Slowly, he pulled Colin’s arm out of his trousers and then let go of it. Then Thom raised Colin’s head in his hands and kissed him on the lips. Colin replied the kiss and slid his hands below Thom’s shirt. Colin moved his hands up and down Thom’s back, gently stroking Thom’s skin.
“Oh, Colin. That’s so nice. Please don’t stop.”
Thom had actually said what he was thinking and could have slapped himself for that. But Colin just smiled and followed Thom’s demand.
Thom stroked along Colin’s face, amazed at how soft and smooth it was and whispered, “I wish you’d stop smoking. You’ve got such nice skin. You’d ruin it.” Tears were coming out of Thom’s eyes which got his face wet.
“Why are you crying, Thom?”, Colin asked concernedly.
“I… I don’t know. Everything is just so wrong.”
“How do you mean?”
“I mean that… Colin. We should have something for lunch.”
“I am not hungry.”
“Neither am I.”
“So, why did you ask me then?”
“Dunno.”
“Oh, come on, Thom.” Colin embraced him tightly. This made Thom cry even harder. “There there. Just cry as much as you want. Let everything out.”
“But I can’t”, Thom whimpered. He dug his fingers deeply into Colin’s flesh and sobbed uninhibitedly into Colin’s chest.
To keep him from getting more depressed, Colin was just holding Thom in his arms and rocked him back and forth. Nevertheless, Colin enjoyed Thom’s company and he could think of nothing more pleasant than holding Thom in his arms and comforting him. So they spent the rest of the time in bed until half past two.

“Where have you been?”, Jonny asked Thom and Colin, when they had come downstairs. Thom avoided Jonny’s glance. “We’ve already prepared lunch.”
“What have you prepared?”, Colin asked interested.
“Rice and vegetable sauce.”
“Aw, sounds great”, Colin said with a smiled upon his face. Colin and Thom went into the living room and joined Phil on the couch. Phil was watching a documentary on potato production in Colombia.
“The production has improved”, Phil informed them. “The workers are better paid and the firms get machines at a lower price.”
“Sounds cool”, Thom said and scratched on his chin.
“Ah, shame. You have missed most of it. It’s been on for almost an hour and you just arrived now”, Phil said disappointed.
“That’s okay.”
“Yeah, Thom’s right. It’s okay”, Colin added.
“Jonny has made rice and vegetable sauce”, Phil said and looked at Thom and Colin.
“Yeah, we know. He’s already told us”, Colin replied smiling.
“Ah, okay.” Phil smiled back.
“So, we’re having it in here?”, Thom asked.
“Yeah, I think so”, Phil answered and nodded.
Four minutes later, Jonny entered the room with two plates in his hands and put them on the small table in front of Thom and Colin. The space on Phil’s side of the table remained empty. Jonny quickly went back into the kitchen again and came back with the other two plates for him and Phil. Colin got up and helped Jonny with getting the water bottle, the glasses and the cutlery from the kitchen. Only seconds later they returned, Jonny holding the bottle in the one hand and the cutlery in the other and Colin carrying the glasses.
“I hope it tastes good”, Jonny mumbled before he and the others started eating.
“I guess it will taste marvellous”, Phil said and got a thankful smile and glance from Jonny.

Later on, when everyone had finished his meal, Phil suggested so go to the studio to play some music. Everyone agreed on this and so they all left the house and went there.
Thom and Jonny had a really nice conversation about birds. Thom admitted that he would be a small, yet colourful bird.
“Yes, you would definitely be that.”
“What about you?”
“Dunno. Guess I’d probably be something boring.”
“No, you wouldn’t. You’d be the most beautiful bird of all.”
Jonny blushed. To hide his embarrassment, he asked, “A bird?” He grinned.
“Oh, you know what I mean.” Thom laughed and found it really hard not to kiss Jonny.
“Weird”, he thought to himself and shook his head.
At the studio, the band went to the recording room in an instance and were already tuning their instruments, when Phil noted, “But Ed’s not here. What shall we do without him?”
Thom shrugged. “Just play.”
Phil did not seem satisfied, but he went back to his drumkit.
Thom went over to his guitar and took it into his hands. He strummed a chord.
“Sounds great”, Jonny called from where he was standing.
Thom did not reply, but smiled secretely without anyone else noticing.
“OK, I’ll play it again”, Thom announced and then played the chord another few times until Colin strummed the notes A-E-F-
“Yeah!”, Jonny shouted and played several notes after one another at high speed.
“What was that?”, Thom laughed.
And then Phil played a medium-speed rhythm. The overall sound was slightly psychedelic.
For some reason, Thom wanted to sing a few lines. He immediately knew what to sing, although he had never sung it before. It felt as if it was just a song they had always played.
“You’re away now… What have we done to you? Can’t you see what’s happening? Now we need you more than ever before.” Thom stopped.
“That’s absolute crap”, he shouted annoyed.
“No, it’s not. It’s really nice”, Jonny mumbled.
“Can I go on?”, Colin begged.
“D’you wanna sing it as well?”, Thom asked him.
“Yeah.” Colin nodded. He cleared his throat and sang.
“Now I feel better… Now that you’re gone. Oh no, that’s not what I want to say, please come back another day.”
Phil started laughing, but Thom did not pay attention to him. He just stared at these beautiful lips forming these words and he listened to the beautiful voice of Colin, soft and slender. It almost made him cry. Thom swallowed hard.
“Er, well… Yeah. I… Sorry. I’ll never try it again. I know it was dreadful.
“No.” Thom could hear his voice but found it hard to believe that he was actually talking.
“This was really beautiful.”
“But… the words”, Colin muttered.
“Ah, who cares about the words? Please, could you sing it again? As well as what I have sung?”
Colin was really surprised, but started singing again. Thom did not play guitar but just stood there, embracing the microphone stand and listening to the music and Colin’s voice.

The end of the session was just after they had finished playing the new song. Colin and Thom just went to the Mexican restaurant and Phil and Jonny went back home.
“So, erm… It’s just a few blocks away”, Colin said and led Thom to it.
“Mmh… Sounds nice.” Thom was looking at the menu outside.
“OK, so… We’ll just go inside, right?”, Colin asked and took Thom with him.
The two of them went to a table in a corner and sat down.
“Thom.”
“Yeah?”
“I came here because I need to tell you something.”
“OK.”
“Thom, it concerns Ed and Jonny…”
“Yeah…”
“… and you.”
“Oh.”
“I don’t know whether you have noticed, but Jonny has been behaving strangely lately.”
“Yeah.” Thom was scared of what Colin would say next.
“Thom… Ed loves Jonny.”
“I… I thought that. They are a couple, aren’t they?”
“Kind of…”
“What, ‘kind of’?”
“Jonny doesn’t love him.”
“Does he not?” Thom seemed shocked. “Since when?”
“He never did.”
“But why?”
“Oh Thom, don’t you understand? Jonny felt sorry for him.”
“Ah, okay… So… Why are you telling me this?”
“I thought you might be at least that tactful that you could show some concern for ther other members in the band.”
“You know I don’t mean it like that.”
Colin kept silent.
“Colin. What?”
“Jonny doesn’t love Ed, but…”
“Someone else.”
“Yeah. Er, how do you know?”
“I was just guessing…”
“Jonny loves you.” Colin had spoken these words very quickly.
Thom just stared at him and then slowly shook his head. “No, he doesn’t.” For a second, Thom could only express disbelief. But then he burst into tears.

It's a lot easier that way.
Mhm, but I rather read it from your notebooks

And seriously
reading cheesecake > eating cheesecake

Awww... But you've read 2/3 of chapter three in my notebook anyway.

Awww, you've got Blur in your sig. And a quote from "Another story from Hildur and I" (Well, that's the name of the document in Microsoft Word which I have saved )

Awww, !

Hehe, I just wanted to say that Graham looks good in your sig with his cig and then I found a new thread on atease "OMG WTF? COZ SMOKES?" .

Oh gosh, smoking is soooooooooooooooooo evil.

Oh YaY, another Radiohead thread

and something tells me it will be the best of all...

I've always felt that Thom&Jonny deserved their own thread, like the one Jen made for Craig&Ryan

But cheesecake is not just about Thom and Jonny. Otherwise I'd have called it "Thom & Jonny".

Nice pic, by the way. I only knew this colour version.

I think Vinny is just all against the Colin love.

I know



Not really no.


I only get ... hmm... what's the word I'm looking for?

...obsessional?


Yep, I believe that's the one



Thom/Jonny = OTP

(I believe I've said this before, heh)



edit: Anyway, how could I ever be against Colin anything, him being a member of my beloved band??

I know... I know.

But Colin... I don't know. He's on a different level for me than Jonny.

Jonny looks cute, he has got great hair, what he says is... cool.

But I think with Colin it's the hair, what he says and...

His voice.

Aw, I had to watch it again:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GBM3s8u_wRk

Colin is so in this one.

I still haven't done my homework. I'll do German anyway. It's fun. I like Werther.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YMslpKAnQdg...ted&search=
This is what cheesecake can do to you. I still don't know whether it's bad.

I'll watch the video again.

It's not true!

You like the book or you like him? I like both I guess although sometimes I disagree with him.

Brett looks so shitty. I had to think of that story today when I read a newspaper article about youth in Shanghai. Well,that one girl that she could totalyl identify with one of their songs but i forgot which one.

I still got Ode to Joy stuck in my head though. Damn yo uBeethoven!
At least I finally stopped saying "I wannabewannabewannabe Jim morrison"

We didn't say you don't like him. We said, well, I thought Lea did, that you don't like the Colin and Thom love. Or whatever slashy Colin relation.


Oh, you meant Werther. I was wondering whether you meant Colin, the interview with him and Ed or Suede.

Yeah, I like the book. And I also like him. I can't really say whether I disagree with him though. Sometimes.


Oh, she named a Suede song?

Hehe, Brett wanted to release an album... Wasn't it last year? Dunno. I just remember having made fun of this fact. The album.

Haha, when I was watching the video a few minutes ago I thought that I might find him attractive. But not Bernard. And definitely not Neil. Neil just looks so .



When did you ever say "I wannabewannabewannabe Jim morrison"?

Oh, I wouldn't say THAT...



Did I say that Thom&Jonny were OTP?

I guess I'd be willing to make an exception



Now I really need to shut up.

oh it's SO on.







we are so causing anarchy right now. a cheesecake thread? do you KNOW the implications?!

p.s. put another vote in the yes pile for "Thom&Jonny" threadness

http://www.mortigitempo.com/too_bored/showthread.php?t=27123

Ah, man that one is so stupid. But funny in a way

*What will become of Radiohead? What will become of Colin, Phil and Ed's venture? Will Ed get to go to the toilet? Tune in next time to find out.*


Ahaha, I loved this part:



Ah, and that Ed, Phil and Colin sound Coldplayesque together.

I can't see the site...?

nevermind...so where did Mad Dog Phil come from? something's telling me it's a fan creation but I've seen it so many times...my mind is wondering

: Ed! We said no drugs in the studio mate.

: Oh really? Then what inspired you to make pulk if not a shitload of illegal substances?

---

: I can't believe Mark Owen's handwriting is so terrible. It's like a blind child with arthritis wrote it... while drunk.

: Hey! I mean... yeah, your right. Because I didn't write it.

---

: Yeah me and Thom have got to be at Koko in *looks at clock* 12 hours. Oh crumbs. We better get some sleep. The record's going to have to wait a bit longer.

: Never mind. Let's play Grand Theft Auto.

: YEE HAH!

Thom: Yeah... sure thing Jonny, whatever. But we've got plenty of time, we don't have to do it right now. It's not like there's a bunch of fans with nothing else to do than look on Dead Air Space every day, desperately hoping we'll have the album finished this decade or anything. Why don't we play Monopoly first.

Phil: Now that's an idea. I'll be the old boot.

Colin: Yay, I'll be the racing car.

Ed: Aww. I never get to be the racing car.

*Will Thom be the cannon? Will Thom be the iron? Find out next time*

*Cue theme tune and end credits*




The whole thing is soooo... It's not even stupid. It's funny.



Haha, the next episode is so stupid as well.


Thom: Hmm... given the stance I've taken on Iraq I suppose it would be inappropriate for me to be the cannon. And given my forward thinking approach to gender equality I think I'll be the iron.

From atease:

Vieras has written it.

The Pasty Monologue

Thom looked down dubiously at the small parcel currently scalding his fingers, unable to summon up any of Jonny’s enthusiasm for the thing. He’d spent long enough in Exeter to have tried pasties, he knew, but he couldn’t for the life of him recall what they were like, which probably suggested that they were a foodstuff he would only touch when severely inebriated.

Well, at least it was hot, which was something. In the dreary grey coldness of the Devonshire autumn, it was a considerably more attractive prospect than the cheese sandwiches congealing in his pocket. He peeled open the white paper bag, which was now translucent with grease, and eyed the so-called ‘pasty’. Nondescript half-moon of golden brown pastry with a thick, slightly burnt crust; two holes poked in the top, presumably to let out steam and keep the interior temperature somewhere below a thousand degrees; faint scent of meat and onion drifting upwards, which would have been vaguely appealing if Thom hadn’t been feeling so ill. He swallowed and glanced across at Jonny in the front passenger seat. No, Jonny wasn’t fussy about his food; he was munching away quite contentedly on his own pasty, watching the rivulets of rain trickle down the window like molten silver, and apparently blissfully unaware of Thom’s dilemma.

Pasty.

Or no pasty.

Thom poked at it gingerly. The pastry recoiled under his touch and wouldn’t come back up, almost as though it was scared of him. Well, of course, Thom would be scared too, if he knew he was about to be eaten. But that didn’t make sense, did it? The pasty wasn’t a living being – it didn’t have self-awareness, so how could it have any comprehension of fear? Still, it was almost enough to make Thom relent and leave the poor thing alone, until his stomach growled rather loudly and Thom saw Jonny hiding a faint smile in his paper bag.

Fuck it. I’m eating you, you little bastard, whether you like it or not.

He raised the pasty to his lips, shut his eyes tightly, and bit down.

Urgh.

It was much worse than he’d imagined. It was like biting into a solid lump of not-entirely-wonderful pastry with the expectation of a delicious centre, only to find that there was more pastry, and then yet more pastry underneath, like a constant pass-the-parcel of pastry with no sweets in between the layers. And then Thom saw that he’d actually bitten into the crust, which was a solid lump of not-entirely-wonderful pastry, and he moaned a little bit at the sensation of having his mouth filled with that strange crumbly dryness, and Jonny gave him a very strange look out of the corner of his eye and Thom realised that it was probably because moaning while eating a pasty was just a little bit odd. Pasties were not supposed to induce moaning, were they? Thom wondered what he’d think if he heard Jonny moaning while he was eating his pasty, and blushed a little bit, ducking his head inside the hood of his parka so that Jonny wouldn’t see the bright pink flush creeping up his cheeks. Because Thom knew exactly what he’d think if he heard Jonny moaning while eating a pasty, and his thoughts weren’t clean at all.

It was probably best that he just stopped thinking so much about the pasty and got on with eating it instead.


http://www.tegmentum.net/tn.html

Guess what "tn" means.

Hahahaha, I think... It was written by "Belle and Adam".

I think this Adam might be the same person that has written the Suede/Radiohead story.


http://www.tegmentum.net/tn4.html
Mmmhhh... I like the pictures at the top.

Now I'm reading this one and it actually feels WRONG, I mean I'm so fucking used to fanfiction buit this is... uh.. *trys not to think of it*
It's really good though

I haven't even started it.

The soap opera is good. Haha. I cracked up on this one.

Hey, because the computer is so slow, I actually made a caption for the Blur picture in your signature.

Damon: "Hey, Dave. Have you eaten my pasta?"
Dave: "Erm... No..."
Alex: (thinking) Well, it wasn't just one person who ate it...
Graham: Ha, they don't know that it wasn't actually all of Damon's pasta. I ate it in the first place. And... Well... They only got the rest of it. Tee-hee.


"Why does a seagull fly over the sea?"

And then he's gone around a corner, and Jonny is left staring, arms hanging loosely at his sides.

"Uhhh," Cosimo drawls, eyebrow raised. "Doesn't snog mean 'fuck'?"

"No."

"Oh."



I actually laughed but only because of the context, I guess.

“That’s disgusting,” Noah concludes, “what the hell kind of bagel is that?”

Tamir snickers. “Zucchini. Sorry it’s not to your liking.”

“Zu—aw, Tamir gross,” Noah says, opening the door to the mini-fridge and fishing for something to get rid of the taste.

“Don’t look at me, your dad left them here.”

“That would explain it,” Noah replies, popping open a can of soda and taking a liberal sip, “Bloody…zucchini..”





“I have a seminar at four,” comes the reply, and the taller boy exits the room. Noah picks up the small book from the table, taking another sip from his drink. He smiles when he sees his roommate’s name written on the inside of the cover in messy handwriting: Tamir Greenwood. He actually begins reading when something small falls from in-betweens the pages. It’s a photo. Of Tamir and Noah’s younger sister, Agnes.

That to answer your... er... Well, it was Tamir and Agnes.

I'll just make one longass post. Awesome. I could quote from that fanfic constantly:

“What happened?”

The boy swallows hard. “Colin…he…Noah…he…” he turns a desperate gaze toward him, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

“He kissed me,” he mumbles very quietly, eyes staring down at his long fingers.

Colin stares at Tamir blankly before quickly covering a hand over his mouth and rubbing gently, hiding a smile. Tamir quirks an eyebrow. This was not the reaction he was expecting.

"Are you smiling? Why are you smiling?"

Colin releases a soft, short laugh and moves his hand, choosing to rub his temple instead. He stares at the table's surface.

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"Did you...like it?"

Tamir looks up and meets Colin's eyes quickly.

"What? No! I mean, I don't know, I mean no! No!"

Tamir whines miserably and buries his face in his hands.

"Hey, calm down, it's okay," Colin supplies, and he reaches across the table to rub Tamir's shoulder in assurance. "I think you're just really worked up over this right now. Would you like some tea? I'd like some tea. I'll make some tea."


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"It's snowing!" Jonny announces happily, stepping through the doorway and greeting his brother and son with a wide, toothy grin. There are white flakes scattered about his black trench coat and in his hair. Sharona pushes through the doorway in annoyance, shoving Jonny out of the way.

"This weather is ridiculous," she huffs, removing her scarf and walking toward the kitchen table. Jonny closes the door, a smile still lighting his features. "I mean it was so sunny today, and warm! Well, warm for winter in England, I suppose."





The picture in my mind is great. Haha.



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“Ah, I can show you around Exeter!” he calls out a little too nervously as he walks into the kitchen, “midterms are over so I’m free this week, and…”

“Oh, it’s okay, I already talked to Noah, and—“

Tamir stares at Omri and then at Sharona, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear.

Colin turns his head ever so slightly. Eyeing Tamir from the corner of his eye as he leans over the stove.

Tamir exchanges a quick glance with him, and Colin turns around spontaneously, smiling as he brings a plate toward the table, hands in potholders.




Colin with potholders. Awwww, how cute!

Jonny watches thoughtfully as quiet snowflakes flutter against Thom's face. His eyes trail down to his lips, and he lowers his head curiously. He stops midway to Thom's face, and Thom scans Jonny's features carefully, quietly surprised and expectant. He tilts his head, and Jonny closes the cold space between them.

They kiss softly, eyes fluttering closed, warm lips pressed together for longer than either of them had expected.

When they finally pull back, they consider each other with tilted heads. Thom straightens and smiles up at Jonny, who returns the gesture shyly. Then Thom looks down, smile falling slightly. They return to staring out into the snow.

"I fell so fucking bad for you, you know."

"Yes," says Jonny. "I know."

Cosimo steps past Thom suspiciously and strides over to his pants. He bends to pick them up, then stops, spying his guitar lying on the floor on the other side of his bed.

"Have you been playing my guitar?"

He turns to Jonny, who is sitting with Cosimo's copy of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban open in front of him, one leg crossed over the other elegantly.

He is grinning strangely.

"Um," he says, and thinks for a moment. "Yes."

"Oh," says Cosimo. "Cool."

He bends again and extracts a thin plastic card from the pocket of his discarded pants and straightens up. He looks down at his disorderly bed and stares at it for a good two seconds. Then he looks to Jonny, who, it turns out, is reading Harry Potter upside-down. Then he looks to Thom, who is rubbing at the back of his neck absently, and all Cosimo can decide to do it raise his eyebrows.

"Um, cool," he says again, nodding. "Thanks."

"Yes," says Thom, grinning mechanically. "Yes, you're welcome."

Cosimo walks to door clutching his phone card in front of him, holding it close to his chest. When he reaches the door, he turns and inhales to say something, but then closes his mouth.

"Cool," he merely repeats again, and then he's walking in a very dazed manner down the hallway. Thom watches as he turns a corner and disappears, only to reemerge again quickly, looking confused, and walk down the corridor he originally came from.

Thom closes the door behind him and exhales loudly.

He and Jonny stare at one another for a moment or two before they burst into laughter.

“Ms. Ribisi? This is Gwyneth Paltrow with the Sea Org here at Saint Hill…yes…we have your son, Cosimo Hansen with us, who has requested help from the Church and would like to speak with you. Yes, go ahead, Ma’am.

Hahaha, what the heck?!





"Are..." his voice is high and squeaky, and he coughs. "Are you guys still in there?"

"Fuck," Jonny hisses against Thom's spiky hair, "Thom, he's back, Beck's kid, he's here."

Thom blinks and yawns. "Come on in, Co--" he is interrupted by a brisk slap to his shoulder.

"Are you crazy?"

"On second thought, Jonny doesn't want you to see us in be--" another smack from Jonny.

"Er--" Jonny begins, hand tight against the singer's mouth, "Cosimo - would you mind waiting a few minutes?"










I should have pasted the whole scene:



When the door finally opens, Cosimo turns violently, wide-eyed and terrified.

"Hello," Thom smiles, and musses Cosimo's hair playfully before pushing past him. Cosimo squeaks something incoherent and tugs nervously at his sleeves.

"Erm, thank you for the room," Jonny says as he exits. "We'll probably be seeing you around, yeah?"

"Uh," responds Cosimo, busy trying to convince himself that the two men do not reek of sex, "yeah. Yes."

"Tell your father we said 'hi' the next time you talk to him," Jonny smiles before they part. Thom lets out a muffled snort of laughter as they walk away, and Jonny shoves him. Thom regains his balance, giggling, and pushes him back.

Cosimo turns and rushes into his room, closing the door behind him and locking it.

"English people are crazy," he says to the empty room, back against the door. He takes one look at his unmade bed and feels nauseous. He scrambles to his roommate's bed and burrows beneath the covers, soaking the sheets and whimpering.

Later that day, Jonny is driving Tamir back home in Sharona's car. They are silent. Very gently, Jonny attempts to raise the subject.

"Tamir, ah..."

The younger Greenwood stares ahead absently.

Please don't say anything about me and Noah. Please don't say anything about me and Noah.

"I just want you to know that…um…whatever…happened…with…with Noah, that is…that's none of my business."

"It's-dad, it's not like that." Tamir wishes the ground would open and swallow him whole.

"Okay. Well-okay."

They sit in an uncomfortable silence for the next few minutes. Tamir turns the radio on.

"Creep" is playing.

He turns it off.

“And turn off that horrible rubbish, what is that, Noah?” Tamir reaches across from the back seat, attempting to eject the CD.

Jesse bats his hand away. “Not while he’s trying to drive, okay? And it’s called Oasis, and Noah listens to it because his dad hates it.”

Haha, what a rebel.

Oh my God, Oh my God, I'm laughing so hard now:

“Welcome, Noah. We’ve been expecting you.”

He reaches his hand toward the shorter boy and shakes firmly while Tamir and Jesse look on in astonishment.

“I’m Moses Martin.”

"Doesn't ring a bell," Noah replies.

Hahahahahahaha!

Oh my God! The story gets even better.

Hahaha.

"Doesn't ring a bell."

I've been listening to Oasis on my way home.

Oh my god, this thing is so weird. Hahaha, Moses/Cosimo and Cosimo/Noah and Noah/Tamir, Jonny/Thom, Thom/Beck...
What else does she want to put it there?

Obviously I forgot Moses/Noah.

Oh man, this is so weird.
Seriously.

so apart from the tene whatevs site and cheesecake archive are you guys getting your slash from anywhere else?
this means...
1. TELL ME WHERE ELSE I need a fix
or
2. I need to do some catching up

I can send you my story if you like

*coughthom/jonny*cough

Colin opens the door, looking from Noah to Tamir and back, smiles casually as he hands the phone to his nephew, and, pretending he didn't see anything unusual, turns, pivots, and exits the room.

"Tamir, Omri and I are getting Chinese, what do you want? I was thinking maybe you want the aromatic shrimp, because you eat meat but there are also a lot of vegetables in that, and I thought you're not getting a lot of vegetables there at the dorm, are you eating enough vegetables at the dorm? What do you eat there at the dorm?"

Tamir blinks in confusion. "Uh - yeah, there's a salad bar, mum."

"Yes, I know, but you probably eat burgers and all that sort of thing, what do you want for dinner? I'll get you aromatic shrimp okay?"

"Um - okay - mum, Noah's here too, so--"

"I'll kill you. Are you taking drugs with him?"

"Mum, no, we're just--"

"Okay, well Colin is there with you but he'll probably just encourage you to take drugs, so if he does, don't listen to him."

"Mum, Colin isn't encouraging us to take drugs..."

"Good. Ask Noah what he wants for dinner."

I hate reading unfinished stories. :angry:
Damn, now I need to go and STUDY or something (aka playing guitar and thinking about what I can write).

"Jonny, it's fucking freezing. Let me in."

"What?"

"Open the door."

Thom's voice has a tapered excitement to it, and Jonny can tell that
he is bouncing in place.

"Are you bouncing?"

"Wh-? Yes, I'm bouncing," Thom admits, then, angrily, "Jonny, please!"

"Okay," Jonny chuckles, and hangs up.






How cute.

oui send away!

“Will you listen to me!” Thom yells, rising to his feet and grasping the edge of the kitchen table. His counterpart seems to look up, and Thom thinks how much he’d love to punch that stupid grin off his face.

“Your son Moses. He’s still in England, yeah?”

The grin does not fade. “Yeah, with his mum, times I wish they’d move here with me but, you know Gwen, not too fond of—“ he makes a face—“the Yanks and all that. “ Thom thinks he sees a bit of sadness in the other man’s features, but he decides against it when, not a microsecond later, Chris’ face lightens up and he shoves a record in Thom’s general direction.

“It’s me and Bono at the Eurovision,” he smiles, “remember? Here, vinyl!”
Thom cringes; if only he could forget.

Hmm...
Something seems to be missing from that list


What can it be...??

Oh yes.

*coughjonny/colin*cough

author: a lurker no longer [ 1 ]


Jonny sat on the couch with a “hrmph”; his dark fringe flopping into his eyes.

A week after the tour had finished and he was bored already. He lazily picked up a magazine and flicked through it, his long fingers moving through the pages with dexterity.

The sudden noise of the phone ringing caused Jonny to flinch in fright. He picked it up and a familiar, sexy voice purred “hello” to him.

Jonny's heart leapt up into his throat as his pulse sped to a million miles an hour. He gripped the phone with fingers that turned white with the strain. “what are you wearing?” he whispered, thinking how long it had been since he had heard this voice. A low chuckle “now now, you know who's in control here”.

Silence. Seconds ticked by. Finally the voice spoke “Kiss me. Touch me.”

Jonny sighed, a shiver going up his spine. “My tounge is licking your soft supple lips, slowly slipping inside your warm mouth”. A moan could be heard from the other end.

“I'm undressing you now” Jonny whispered as his own hand undid the fly to his jeans. “I'm licking and kissing your chest.” He could hear ragged breathing. He slipped his hand into his jeans and released his aching cock. “What are you doing now?” the voice was thick with desire and lust.

“I'm kissing your stomach and stroking your rock hard cock”. Jonny closed his eyes and slid his fingers up and down his shaft. He could hear moans, could almost feel the caller's hot breath on his face. “I've taken you in my mouth” Jonny whispered, his throat dry. He slid his hand faster and faster along his rock-hard shaft. “I'm sucking your cock while I fondle your balls” he continued as the moans on the phone grew louder and more urgent. Release was imminent.

Jonny's hand was going faster and faster. “I can taste you” his dry throat managed to squeeze out, as he felt the pressure inside him rise uncontrollably. “Let me hear you cum” the voice demanded huskily. Jonny complied with a scream that filled the entire house, his semen spilling over his hand and onto his trousers.

“When will I hear from you again?” Jonny asked shakily.

The phone clicked.

THE END





Hahahaha. Oh, I was laughing out loud while reading this.

It's SUCH a typical cheesecake.

Haha. I still love the expression "rock hard cock".

It actually could be a cock that is rocking hard. Rather a hard rock cock.



Oh, I need some more.



EDIT: By the way, I actually wanted to do physics.


Oh, I've read a bit of this one.

http://www.freewebs.com/cheesecakearchive/auto/1.htm <- Here...

The conrtoversial section isnt really so controversial. I mean lots of it isnt. Not more controversial than the rest anyway.


Edit:
Ah, that link you posted, that story was the first thing I found when I looked for radiohead fanfiction, I really thought "what the fuck, that is reaaaally bad, I thought Radiohead fans could od better than this"

Haha.

Oh my...

I've read too much cheesecake.

Gosh, it's so weird reading that and then going shopping and doing other random stuff like homework...

Or preparing a speech for Physics... Which I wanted to start an hour ago...

Damn cheesecake!

I can't even do Physics anymore.

Oh, argh!

Now seriously, I read 5 or 6 of these stories today and I kept thinking 'Man, maybe I'll find a good one' and THERE WAS NONE. Bloody hell. Then I realized I was actually just lookig for a Colin-one.

Haha.

Oh well, I don't care whether any of these that I have read were good.

They were just very, um, graphic.

Shame on me. I have better things to do.

I've planned to read at least one cheesecake off this site per day. Sheesh...

I don't know, I'm not into graphic stories.
I mean PWP isn't really what I want when I'm reading a story. It's not even fun, or hot, or anything. :shrugs:

PWP?

Anyway...

It keeps my mind off other stuff. Which really isn't a good thing.

Well, graphic stories... But you still like Careful Where You Stand, don't you?

Of course I do, that's not even graphic, or did I forget something?

Look here if you please:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fan_fiction_terminology

Oh my God.

I've just added it to my favourites.

Maybe it's because of reading cheesecake, but... That is too much for me... Now...

this thread is the 11th site you find when looking for 'radiohead cheesecake' on google.