Awww thanks so much, especially for using your google-fu to find me that article! Can you believe I am STILL sick after all this time? And that I'm only just answering your request NOW? I am the crappest.
But you wanted to know about hardcandy2, so here's the thing - obviously you probably cottoned onto the fact that it's a sequel to Hard Candy (http://ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com/14090.html). I've had a few hit-and-miss attempts at writing it now, I think I've put myself under a lot of pressure because I was quite chuffed with how the first one came out and I want to do it justice.
So the first attempt was this idea that Frank does indeed go back to the peepshow, and becomes something of a regular, and he and Gerard get a real friendship going to the point where half the time he's putting money in the black box just so he can talk to Gerard about comics and shit and they don't even necessarily DO anything. And Frank's become THAT guy, the guy who knows what days Gerard works, what time the place opens, knows the guy at the counter of the sex shop area by name (it's Mikey, Gerard totally got him the job) and the trickyness of him and Gerard trying to make a connection "outside the club" when Frank just feels like a total creeper 'regular' even though Gerard actually likes-likes him.
Now, I did START that one. But then I got to talking with shiningartifact about ideas for a sequel and she ran me through some of hers, the idea the Frank DOES go back to the peepshow once, after his initial visit, because he just can't HELP himself, and he goes back to the booth, puts in the money, hits "3" again only this time when the screen rolls away IT'S NOT GERARD. It's SOMEONE ELSE. And he realises he doesn't want someone else, he only wants Gerard, it's not about the situation, it's the GUY. So he apolgises to the rather confused dude on the other side of the glass and runs the fuck out of there.
So he's outside the club, shaking and pacing and trying to light a cigarette because WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED. What is WRONG with him. He's so distracted he doesn't really hear when someone asks him for a light, just lifts his lighter and flicks it and BAM. There's Gerard, grinning at him from behind an unlit cigarette. Outside the club. Fully dressed. No glass between them. And SHIT. Frank's in trouble now.
Cue faily dating where they are BOTH so nervous they can barely even LOOK at each other and if they ever accidentally brush hands its like setting a limb on FIRE and it's so very G-rated and totally not like that one time in the booth. And eventually there's no-glass-in-the-way sex! Where it's all SO MUCH HOTTER because they've BOTH been thinking about it. A lot.
And yeah, that is likely the way I will go with it, if I EVER get my mojo back for it. But obviously I've spent far too much time THINKING about this fic and not actually WRITING it. I need to work more on the 'writing' part, I think.
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But you wanted to know about hardcandy2, so here's the thing - obviously you probably cottoned onto the fact that it's a sequel to Hard Candy (http://ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com/14090.html). I've had a few hit-and-miss attempts at writing it now, I think I've put myself under a lot of pressure because I was quite chuffed with how the first one came out and I want to do it justice.
So the first attempt was this idea that Frank does indeed go back to the peepshow, and becomes something of a regular, and he and Gerard get a real friendship going to the point where half the time he's putting money in the black box just so he can talk to Gerard about comics and shit and they don't even necessarily DO anything. And Frank's become THAT guy, the guy who knows what days Gerard works, what time the place opens, knows the guy at the counter of the sex shop area by name (it's Mikey, Gerard totally got him the job) and the trickyness of him and Gerard trying to make a connection "outside the club" when Frank just feels like a total creeper 'regular' even though Gerard actually likes-likes him.
Now, I did START that one. But then I got to talking with
So he's outside the club, shaking and pacing and trying to light a cigarette because WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED. What is WRONG with him. He's so distracted he doesn't really hear when someone asks him for a light, just lifts his lighter and flicks it and BAM. There's Gerard, grinning at him from behind an unlit cigarette. Outside the club. Fully dressed. No glass between them. And SHIT. Frank's in trouble now.
Cue faily dating where they are BOTH so nervous they can barely even LOOK at each other and if they ever accidentally brush hands its like setting a limb on FIRE and it's so very G-rated and totally not like that one time in the booth. And eventually there's no-glass-in-the-way sex! Where it's all SO MUCH HOTTER because they've BOTH been thinking about it. A lot.
And yeah, that is likely the way I will go with it, if I EVER get my mojo back for it. But obviously I've spent far too much time THINKING about this fic and not actually WRITING it. I need to work more on the 'writing' part, I think.
But hey, thanks for asking!