Yours Respectfully, Holden Caulfield [1/19]
Title: Yours Respectfully, Holden Caulfield
Chap Title: It's Partly True, Too, But It Isn't All True
Pairing: Diva!William Beckett / Jock!Frank Iero
Summary: The story of how an english project on Catcher In The Rye bring together William and Frank.
Chap Summary: Frank skates into William. A small *problem* causes William to be late for his algebra class.
Rating: NC-17
Chap Rating: 15+
Disclaimer: I do not own either of these men. It is placed in an alternate universe. Every chapter is named after a Catcher In The Rye quote. I do not have the rights to that book. This is a complete work of fiction.
A/N: Un-beta'd. I simply wanted to release it in to this world.
Oh Goodie! Another year of high school, thought William Beckett as he walked over the grass to Lincoln High. I mean, we go to school until we’re eighteen, then four more years of university. When we can finally get a job we realize that we got stuck in a dead end career with no real prospects. Then we get unhappily married, raise brats that end up hating you. Just when you retire and things start looking up, BAM! You’re old and can’t do the things you used to enjoy. And then, this is where it gets good, you die. God, I hope I can keep up my grades this year, I want that UCLA scholarship.
Just as he was debating how wonderful it would be to get a UCLA scholarship the new kid, Frank Iero, fell off his skateboard and was launched right onto William. We’re not talking half-assed stumble but WHACK! Straight to the floor. Face to face, hip to hip. Outside, on the first day of their senior year of high school. Wonderfully modest beginning is it not?
“Oh, I’s sorry. I really didn’t mean to crash into you” said the shorter of the two teens.
“You’re sorry are you? Sorry that I’ll be late to my first lesson because I have to redo my hair? Sorry you got grass stains on my favorite tight white jeans? Or are you sorry because you’re still lying between my legs?”
“Sorry for all of that. Especially lying between your legs. Let’s face it; it isn’t exactly the most original of positions. I’ll make sure to think of something better next time we do this.”
“Whatever, just get your un-toned butt away from me.” replied William.
“Un-toned? Cha - right! I’m head of the basketball team. I work out and follow a high-protein diet. What do you do all day? Update your Live journal before dining on a sliver of apple skin?”
“Just get your ass up or we’ll both be late to class” he said as he rolled out beneath Frank.
I didn’t really want you to move thought William. I quite liked having him between my legs. Damnit, another reason to be late for class.
School toilets are way to small for this. I even doubt two people could fit into a stall together. Ooh, nice imagery there.
Okay, so now I’m flustered, red in the cheeks, have messed up hair and I’m late for advanced algebra. My teacher likes me though, so I have time to fix my hair before I go. DAMNIT! I forgot my hairspray. Maybe I should go home and get it. No, that’s obsessive. Then again, I need to make a good impression on that new guy. I don’t even know his name, but *gaaaaah* he is hot. Oh god, here I go again. Think bad stuff, think bad stuff. My mom, my grandma, any girl really, Daniel Radcliffe, hot new guy, damnit! He thought whilst repeatedly hitting himself on his head. Great, now I have a huge red mark on my forehead as well.
“William, are you alright? You’re all red and flustered?” said Mrs. Peterson, the algebra teacher.
“Yeah miss, I’m fine.” Just recovering from something slightly resembling a heart attack. “It’s just a warm day and I ran up here trying to be on time. So sorry I’m late”
“ Oh that’s alright sweetie, just sit down and get out your books. We’re half-way down page 73.”
“Hey William! We’re over here.” Shouted Jarryd from the far corner of the canteen. As William sauntered through the room towards his friends, his eyes met those of the new kid’s. Subconsciously he added a sway to his walk and held in his already flat stomach. Honestly, any skinnier and that boy would topple over in the wind.
The way that guy sits, wow. Sitting on a bench with his backpack still on but hanging low of his shoulders. He keeps his knees together but the ankles are split. Every few seconds he has to brush the hair out of his face, the excited way he talks throws it everywhere. He would look so hot with a lip ring, right there on the side of his pouty lower lip. Okay, knock out of it! Go talk to your friends, you haven’t seen them since you meet up two weeks ago.
“Hey Jarryd. Your hair…changed. It’s all spiffy and black and pink and asymmetrical.”
“Spiffy? Really William, you need to stop talking to your parents” said George.
“Leave him alone, you’ve been stating dumb French phrases all day” snapped back Ewan as he stood up and stormed off.
“What’s up with Ewan?” William asked Jarryd
“He’s been suffering from TMPMS all day.”
“TMPMS…?
“Teenage Male Pre Menstrual Syndrome. Also known as Julie-head-cheerleader-has-a-new-boyfriends syndrome.”
“Does he still think he actually has a chance with her? I mean, he’s a great guy and all but she only goes out with the jocks.”
“Speaking of jocks,” said George “who’s the new guy?”
“Oh him, he fell right onto me this morning. Over sexed, brain washed, dimwitted, dumb ass, basketball star” Oh him, he was lying between my legs earlier. Cheeky, original, impulsive, quirky athlete. “He wouldn’t get up so I was late to Algebra.”
“I dunno, he seems like a pretty nice guy. Heard him talking in physics, excellent sense of humor” came the laid back reply of George.
“Oh yeah, excellent sense of humor. I mean, who doesn’t like being late to class on their first day of school. I hope he was just as late as I was.”
“Fraid not Will,” said Jarryd “he had first period free. With me. We spent the time skating, he’s quite good actually.”
“Yeah okay. I…umm…need to go do some homework.” said William.
“Homework? It’s the first day of school, that’s not possible.”
“Extra credit work. It’s an essay story speech thingy about horses and uhh their special relationship with uhh cats.” William mumbles as he left the table and walked off, lunch tray in his hand.
“He really has the hots for that new guy.”
“Yeah, how long do you think they’ll take to hook up?”
“Three weeks, tops!”
“That’s pretty optimistic considering we don’t even know whether or not the new guy is gay. But hey, it’s your call. Wanna make a bet on it?”
Chap Title: It's Partly True, Too, But It Isn't All True
Pairing: Diva!William Beckett / Jock!Frank Iero
Summary: The story of how an english project on Catcher In The Rye bring together William and Frank.
Chap Summary: Frank skates into William. A small *problem* causes William to be late for his algebra class.
Rating: NC-17
Chap Rating: 15+
Disclaimer: I do not own either of these men. It is placed in an alternate universe. Every chapter is named after a Catcher In The Rye quote. I do not have the rights to that book. This is a complete work of fiction.
A/N: Un-beta'd. I simply wanted to release it in to this world.
Oh Goodie! Another year of high school, thought William Beckett as he walked over the grass to Lincoln High. I mean, we go to school until we’re eighteen, then four more years of university. When we can finally get a job we realize that we got stuck in a dead end career with no real prospects. Then we get unhappily married, raise brats that end up hating you. Just when you retire and things start looking up, BAM! You’re old and can’t do the things you used to enjoy. And then, this is where it gets good, you die. God, I hope I can keep up my grades this year, I want that UCLA scholarship.
Just as he was debating how wonderful it would be to get a UCLA scholarship the new kid, Frank Iero, fell off his skateboard and was launched right onto William. We’re not talking half-assed stumble but WHACK! Straight to the floor. Face to face, hip to hip. Outside, on the first day of their senior year of high school. Wonderfully modest beginning is it not?
“Oh, I’s sorry. I really didn’t mean to crash into you” said the shorter of the two teens.
“You’re sorry are you? Sorry that I’ll be late to my first lesson because I have to redo my hair? Sorry you got grass stains on my favorite tight white jeans? Or are you sorry because you’re still lying between my legs?”
“Sorry for all of that. Especially lying between your legs. Let’s face it; it isn’t exactly the most original of positions. I’ll make sure to think of something better next time we do this.”
“Whatever, just get your un-toned butt away from me.” replied William.
“Un-toned? Cha - right! I’m head of the basketball team. I work out and follow a high-protein diet. What do you do all day? Update your Live journal before dining on a sliver of apple skin?”
“Just get your ass up or we’ll both be late to class” he said as he rolled out beneath Frank.
I didn’t really want you to move thought William. I quite liked having him between my legs. Damnit, another reason to be late for class.
School toilets are way to small for this. I even doubt two people could fit into a stall together. Ooh, nice imagery there.
Okay, so now I’m flustered, red in the cheeks, have messed up hair and I’m late for advanced algebra. My teacher likes me though, so I have time to fix my hair before I go. DAMNIT! I forgot my hairspray. Maybe I should go home and get it. No, that’s obsessive. Then again, I need to make a good impression on that new guy. I don’t even know his name, but *gaaaaah* he is hot. Oh god, here I go again. Think bad stuff, think bad stuff. My mom, my grandma, any girl really, Daniel Radcliffe, hot new guy, damnit! He thought whilst repeatedly hitting himself on his head. Great, now I have a huge red mark on my forehead as well.
“William, are you alright? You’re all red and flustered?” said Mrs. Peterson, the algebra teacher.
“Yeah miss, I’m fine.” Just recovering from something slightly resembling a heart attack. “It’s just a warm day and I ran up here trying to be on time. So sorry I’m late”
“ Oh that’s alright sweetie, just sit down and get out your books. We’re half-way down page 73.”
“Hey William! We’re over here.” Shouted Jarryd from the far corner of the canteen. As William sauntered through the room towards his friends, his eyes met those of the new kid’s. Subconsciously he added a sway to his walk and held in his already flat stomach. Honestly, any skinnier and that boy would topple over in the wind.
The way that guy sits, wow. Sitting on a bench with his backpack still on but hanging low of his shoulders. He keeps his knees together but the ankles are split. Every few seconds he has to brush the hair out of his face, the excited way he talks throws it everywhere. He would look so hot with a lip ring, right there on the side of his pouty lower lip. Okay, knock out of it! Go talk to your friends, you haven’t seen them since you meet up two weeks ago.
“Hey Jarryd. Your hair…changed. It’s all spiffy and black and pink and asymmetrical.”
“Spiffy? Really William, you need to stop talking to your parents” said George.
“Leave him alone, you’ve been stating dumb French phrases all day” snapped back Ewan as he stood up and stormed off.
“What’s up with Ewan?” William asked Jarryd
“He’s been suffering from TMPMS all day.”
“TMPMS…?
“Teenage Male Pre Menstrual Syndrome. Also known as Julie-head-cheerleader-has-a-new-boyfriends syndrome.”
“Does he still think he actually has a chance with her? I mean, he’s a great guy and all but she only goes out with the jocks.”
“Speaking of jocks,” said George “who’s the new guy?”
“Oh him, he fell right onto me this morning. Over sexed, brain washed, dimwitted, dumb ass, basketball star” Oh him, he was lying between my legs earlier. Cheeky, original, impulsive, quirky athlete. “He wouldn’t get up so I was late to Algebra.”
“I dunno, he seems like a pretty nice guy. Heard him talking in physics, excellent sense of humor” came the laid back reply of George.
“Oh yeah, excellent sense of humor. I mean, who doesn’t like being late to class on their first day of school. I hope he was just as late as I was.”
“Fraid not Will,” said Jarryd “he had first period free. With me. We spent the time skating, he’s quite good actually.”
“Yeah okay. I…umm…need to go do some homework.” said William.
“Homework? It’s the first day of school, that’s not possible.”
“Extra credit work. It’s an essay story speech thingy about horses and uhh their special relationship with uhh cats.” William mumbles as he left the table and walked off, lunch tray in his hand.
“He really has the hots for that new guy.”
“Yeah, how long do you think they’ll take to hook up?”
“Three weeks, tops!”
“That’s pretty optimistic considering we don’t even know whether or not the new guy is gay. But hey, it’s your call. Wanna make a bet on it?”