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omg [15 Mar 2006|01:49pm] I'M PACKED, GOD DAMMIT! Let's load up the chuck wagon and blow this poopsicle stand. 5 comments|post comment

Heh [05 Mar 2006|06:46pm] I'm watching George make his way down the red carpet. Waved a beer at him and he mouthed I LOVE YOU. Hahahaha. Mmm, beer. Holy fuck. Ledger's wife looks like a bottle of Golden's gold. You could toss her on a hot dog and eat her. Is that Nickleson's daughtor? ssdheh. Cuuuute. God, Seacrest is a doucsgehe. post comment

[private] [05 Mar 2006|05:47pm] Why when I feel most vulnerable do I always feel the most alone? Iris swept Joaquin off for Oscar stuff - last minute interviews, photo ops of him golfing like he hasn't a care in the world. As if J would ever step on a golf course if he wasn't paid to be there. And I'm pushed aside and having to smile because I have a part to play. Keep Joaquin calm. Be someone he can lean on, even if it's just a cross-town thought. Vince and Owen? All smiles for send off and doing their secret things. Not so secret. I can guess. Owen's smile is shy more often than not these days. Easy to guess what's going on in private. Ben and Matt are on the other coast. With a baby. Being...domestic. No one seems to care that in a couple hours my marriage could change depending on some award. I don't doubt Joaquin loves me. He's been in love with me before I could even return it, and I'll love him the rest of my life. But I've seen how it is when you're noticed. It's hard, and I've never been good at hard. And now I feel scummy for sort of hoping J doesn't win. This would be easier if I were really drunk. post comment

Yay! [03 Mar 2006|08:30pm] TGIF! 3 comments|post comment

[private] [28 Feb 2006|06:15pm] I expect Joaquin to be clingy and needing reassurance the day before a flight. I'm very used to him worming his way into my lap and the constant touching and needing to be touched. We have our little routines. He whines and sighs all morning. By afternoon I'm looking for ways to distract him, and we go upstairs or into the playroom and spend the night fucking our brains out. He gets on the plane, walking a little funny, and then conks out for most of the ride. I never thought Vince and Owen... I don't even know how to describe what's going on right now. It's foursome stuff, but not like us sharing a community bed. More like us sharing a scene, almost. Maybe. I wonder if Owen knows what's going on? Did he notice Vince cornering me in the kitchen, or hear him ask if I was thinking of ways to distract Joaquin? Did he guess Vince suggested a plug. One of the heavier ones. I can't picture the two of them cooking this up. It has to be all the grinning giant's idea. He seemed way too pleased when I took his idea and ran. Joaquin didn't mind at all. He expected something like this when I dragged him off to the playroom. We took two hours to put that in. A very long and incredibly good two hours. I should have known Vince was up to something as soon as I came upstairs. He came right over and was like, is he? Owen was wrapped up on the couch looking a little glassy eyed and Vince suggested movies and take out. Everyone was just settled in when Vince suggested he and I go get some movie snacks from the kitchen. Pressed up against the counter with Vince looking at me like he was, that growl like a rumble in his words, I would have said yes to about anything. What I ended up saying yes to was my own plug, which Vince helpfully inserted. Bastard had it in the icebox. I was on the couch an hour before it dawned on me how Owen, J, and I were all sharing the same quiet, while Vince was smug. All three of us plugged at once. Joaquin will not be the only one distracted come tomorrow's flight. That's for damned sure. post comment

[private] [14 Feb 2006|02:43pm] Whenever Joaquin eats stuff that isn't vegan, he beats himself up a lot. One of the reasons I've always kept my little cheats a secret between me and Vince, though I'm getting better. No longer eat cheese at least. :) But I didn't want Joaquin to enjoy some Valentine chocolate and then guilt himself the rest of the day. It just ruins the spirit of the gift. So I got in touch with a friend of ours, a chef, and poured out my thoughts on what I'd like. He was so caught up in the spirit of the gift, not only did he help me, but he's offering the treat as one of the Valentine desserts on his menu. All the trouble was well worth it. I have chocolate covered squares of sm'ores that are about as close to vegan as you can get, and thrown in was a container of handmade non-gelatin marshmallows. That was one gift. The other is dinner at the club tonight. I wanted to explore the privacy they offer, the one that means no matter what people see, it won't end up in the papers. I brought it up yesterday and J just about bounced off the ceiling, he was so excited. Then I asked him about pushing things, and maybe doing a bit of a public scene. Just something simple. Dinner with us dressed to the nines, and then between that and dessert, putting him over my knees for a very public Valentine spanking. He didn't exactly say yes, but I'm going to take the enthusiastic pounce and blow job as a big, fat yes. Which takes me to the last gift. The suit. Designers get so bitchy when they have to make something without you trying it on. But Iris already had J's measurements, and I bitched right back. It's a really nice suit too. Joaquin will look like sex walking. Hopefully Owen and Vince got our package up in the cabin. Joaquin had us do it all through Metro, and he has complete faith in their delivery. We'll see. post comment

[private] [13 Feb 2006|12:31am] So damn cold in this house. Funny how two extra bodies make this place seem warmer. Oh well. The night before Owen and Vince left, I sent J down to make sure everything was clean and to pick out a couple of his favorite toys to set aside. He was excited by the time he came to bed, happy to be having the time alone. I had a list of rules for the weekend written up and he read them while I got ready for bed. Saturday started rocky because Owen and Vince were still here. After the morning blow job, I had him prep himself and then gave him a quick spanking. Then we had to go say good bye. So he's standing there shifting and blushing, and everyone knows what's going on even if they aren't saying it. J is just in a robe, for Pete's sake. But they left and it was nice. Went with the heavy stuff first to clear away J's left over tension. I used the cane on him without Vince being around to check the results, and it went smoothly. Now Joaquin has even welts all the way from the swell of his ass to half-way down his thighs. They couldn't be more even unless I used a ruler between strikes. It's been more than just playing though. Saturday night was him teaching me how to make these delicious spring rolls Owen loves, and this afternoon I started reading Everything Is Illuminated to him. Just couple stuff that gets lost in all the running around. We caught up on laundry. Of course he was naked and plugged and I made him sit on the machine when it was shaking and then gave him a blow job, but then I'm evil. Mostly though, I've just wanted to touch him. Going out with him now means space between us. No touching in case someone is snapping pics. So we sit across from each other and walk the streets wanting to hold hands, and so now that's all we're doing - stroking, licking, tangling up our legs together, and holding hands. We needed this. post comment

At the Copa...Copacabana... [06 Feb 2006|11:53am] His name was Vincent, he was a show girl. Dress cut down to here, and feathers in his hair... 1 comment|post comment

[private] [02 Feb 2006|10:35am] Owen macro-ed me with a huge dildo and no one had to call the ambulance to pick him up off the floor from where he had his stroke. I'm ...turned on. It's like a nun flashing her tits at you. Now I really want to know what's in the box. post comment

Gift Post - players only [31 Jan 2006|09:56am] The gift Casey slipped into Joaquin's suitcase: A small double picture frame that can be closed. On one side is a picture of Casey and J snuggled up on the couch, probably taken by Owen when he was testing his new camera. The other side is Owen and Vince in the kitchen, hugging and leaning up against the island. One of the cats up on the island trying to get in the shot. post comment

[private] [31 Jan 2006|08:49am] Well, he got the Oscar nod. I knew he would. Now everything gets turned inside out until the ceremony. While a great deal of me wants him to have that honor, because he deserves it. There is a small part that hopes he's passed over. If J wins, he'll be on the radar. People will notice him in ways they don't now. His private life will be of interest. Our private life will be in danger of being exposed. Today he belongs to the press. Even as I'm typing, he's packing an over night bag to head to the apartment for the day. Tomorrow though he's mine. We'll have a a last day of being pretend nobodies - go hide out in the little bookstore we love, eat at the hole in the wall diner that Vince found. Maybe we'll head into New Jersey for the day and walk the beach at Point Pleasant. I'll need a day like that to hold onto, if I'm going to lose him to the Oscar hoopla. post comment

[private] [26 Jan 2006|05:13pm] Vince told me at breakfast he wanted to see what my ass looked like today with his marks. Though not in those words. It was more in that needs more Ritalin way of are you marked? You're marked. No are you marked? Are you? Lemme seenonothere. Are you marked? Gets me all crazy when he starts talking like that. I start answering back and he walks away while I breathe hard and want to go run up and down the stairs a couple times, like being crazy is contagious or something. Like you can get it by rubbing up against him or something. But this time he left the room and I was breathing hard and turned on and Joaquin was there grinning that grin. But he was getting ready to go meet Iris, and I had to work it out myself. Found Vince in the office and went in, but he was on the phone. He's going to be pulled out to California sooner or later with this movie. Jay has another movie coming down the pike despite him making sounds like he wanted to take a break. Owen is signing papers for something or other. It comes down to do I want to work between now and the promotion for the Jesse film? With three of us on the move, it might be good for one of us free to run here and there for company. I was thinking this over because Vince was giving me the hush I'm on the phone hand wave. Maybe I'll do another play. It was fuck all hard the last time, but fun. Was lost in that thought when Vince hung up and said show me. Started to drop my drawers and he stopped me. Told me to do it right and turned me around to face away. Bent me over the big desk and said eyes ahead. Then he took down my pants. He touched the welts, not so angry looking today after two baths. Didn't talk much though. Touched the back of my thighs. Reached under and between and touched the back of my balls. Then Vince got real quiet. I wanted to look and see what he was doing. Could barely hear him breathing, he was just that quiet. But eyes front just means that, so I waited. And while I waited for him to say something, I realized he was jerking off. I could hear that sound, that palm and dick sound. He was jerking off looking at my ass. My ass. Mine. And probably remembering taking a belt to it, or fucking me afterward. It wasn't actually shock thinking that, but something. I'm not sure. I was just very much in that state of damn and oh my god. And I was so deep in that, I didn't hear him stop jerking off. But he did. Vince said he could finish up alone or I could use my mouth. At that point, it was hello nurse. I was hard. Very hard. I finished Vince off, kneeling between his legs with my pants and underwear around my ankles. Kissed him like I was asking to be fucked afterward. I did too. Was hoping for at least a blow job. He just pulled up my pants and patted my prick through my jeans. Told me not to touch it, wait and give that gift to Joaquin. It was hours. HOURS. H O U R S before Joaquin got back from being out. He made it like three steps into the house. Fuck me. No really. Someone. Please. My manwhore switch has been flicked. post comment

[private] [25 Jan 2006|04:14pm] Why when I spank Joaquin, something he likes by the way, Owen fetches him pillows and pampers him, but when Vince does it to me, I get snickered at? Unfair, man. I even have actual bruises. At least Joaquin is pampering me. Sort of. He doesn't seem to want to look at my back half, the bruises weird him out. But he's brought me coffee all day without asking and cuddled with me, which is always nice. Manly face. Manly face. Oh god, this chair hurts way too much. I need to switch to the laptop so I can go camp out on the couch more. post comment

Chat Log - Vince/Casey [24 Jan 2006|08:10pm] ( fiiiive ) post comment

Chat log - Vince/Casey [17 Jan 2006|12:26pm] ( He'll get his hopes up, among other things. ) post comment

Wee [16 Jan 2006|07:15pm] Updating from my hand held because I can. Guess where I am? I'm watching the red carpet for the Golden Globes. Aren't you all jealous? You should be. Please, be jealous. Please? I just spent almost eight dollars on a beer, and they poured the bottle into a glass, and then the rest of the bottle I paid for went into another eight dollar cup of beer. I mean, lord, make a grown man cry, why don't you? Okay, I'm being hustled off somewhere, and I'm going to lose my connection. Later! post comment

[foursome filter] [16 Jan 2006|06:56pm] We made it and we're settled into the hotel. I'm just glad I'm not nominated for anything, because if I'm this jittery as just boyfriend of someone nominated for a Golden Globe, I'd be sick to my stomach actually waiting for that envelope. And speaking of sick, Joaquin does not have alcohol poisoning. Doing over night through Metro was a good choice, thanks for the idea. We actually met Cillian Murphy on the Metro flight over. He and J talked about the music scene the whole flight over. Anyway, we're here safe, and we should see you guys late Tuesday night. Wednesday night if Joaquin wins his category, because of all those interviews. Call if you need something. post comment

[locked to vince_vaughn] [13 Jan 2006|11:51pm] You're tape is down in the playroom. Don't ask. post comment

[private] [08 Jan 2006|05:25pm] I hugged Owen from behind and he smelled like Vince's cologne. Was wearing one of his shirts. I guess Joaquin and I didn't notice he missed Vince, because he was doing such a good job at hiding it. But caught out, he gave that half shrug he does when he doesn't want to come out and say something. He picked that up from Joaquin. The husband was busy setting up some project with Iris, so I took Owen up to the community floor and we watched a movie, most of it anyway. When he'd sigh, I'd kiss him, and then he'd kiss back and that ...was nice. I just wasn't Vince though, who is the one person Owen really wanted to be kissing. Just before the film ended, Joaquin joined us up on the couch. We piled there warm with the cats prowling around us. I got up to piss and when I came back, Joaquin and Owen were dozing together. I grabbed my camera and squeezed off a couple shots, sent one to Vince. He'll probably put it in one of his foursome family albums. Not entirely bad for a Sunday, even if we were missing one of us. post comment

Fridge Notes [06 Jan 2006|11:29pm] - Pick up suit from dry cleaners - Call Iris for book reading details. Suit really needed? Tie? :( - Hide water balloons from Casey Owen - Tahini, hommus, corn chips, Vanilla Silk, red peppers, tissues, cat litter - Find and strangle person who stole my Bjork CDs. Added underneath: Death to the Swedish Chef! post comment

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