TM Prompt 03
233: Surprise! Your mother/a priest/an arch nemesis/the tax man/dinosaurs/your ex/a famous talk show host is at the door -- and at a most inopportune moment! Now what?!
According to legend, when Curt was thirteen he was discovered by his mother in the family loo at the service of his older brother, and was promptly sent off for eighteen months of electric shock treatment. It was guaranteed the treatment would fry the fairy clean out of him, but all it did was make him go bonkers whenever he heard an electric guitar.
Cecil, from 'Velvet Goldmine'
You know, it's funny, that legend has it that it was your mom that did the walking in on you two.
Christ, how much more awkward would that have been?
It's two in the morning and this is probably one of the riskiest things you two can ever remember doing, fucking in the family bathroom. Technically not quite to the fucking just yet, but you were on your knees in front of the guy and you had a hand down your pants, the other around his cock, and it was pretty obvious where the most of this was going to end up, if not eventually than pretty damn quickly. It was small, and it was cramped, but it wasn't like you really cared, it was crunch time, get off or get over it.
And it wasn't even his idea. Everything was Brent's idea, but this wasn't his damn idea, for once in his life. Not that you never made decisions ever, but it was kind of a big thing when you finally hunkered down and figured something out for your own for once. Looking back on it, you kind of wished you'd stopped being such a damn rebel and kept your stupid mouth shut that night, but whatever, you guys were going to get caught some time or another, right?
Your own dad, man.
Who the hell took a piss at two a.m.? Well, not like you hadn't gotten up in the middle of the night to do a number one before, that was kind of hypocritical, but you get pissed off about this stuff, you need somebody to blame. And it was the fucking definition of inopportune, taking that moment of all moments to barge in the bathroom, unapologetic and very unannounced, right when your own brother's dick is pretty much all the way down your throat. Jesus.
There's not really a nonchalant way to remove your mouth from somebody's cock. Your dad stopped, stared, slammed the door and you just finished the job.
It's also funny, in that same way the first bit that was funny was, in the way that's not really funny at all. Later on, though, when they put it all on you, think of Brent as the good one, the victim in all this that only did shit because you were the one that instigated it, you kind of laugh a little, that wry type of laugh that's a little ironic and, okay, no, it's really ironic. You laugh that little bit and think about that first night, the start to it all with his hand down your pants and his eyes locked on you even though you knew it was so so not the thing to be doing, but, whatever, you had to get off, right? That's all you wish it could have stayed, just that getting off, but, no, you had to go ahead and start thinking about it as something more, some kind of addiction you had to get as much as you could have.
Just your damn luck with these kinds of things, isn't it?
According to legend, when Curt was thirteen he was discovered by his mother in the family loo at the service of his older brother, and was promptly sent off for eighteen months of electric shock treatment. It was guaranteed the treatment would fry the fairy clean out of him, but all it did was make him go bonkers whenever he heard an electric guitar.
Cecil, from 'Velvet Goldmine'
You know, it's funny, that legend has it that it was your mom that did the walking in on you two.
Christ, how much more awkward would that have been?
It's two in the morning and this is probably one of the riskiest things you two can ever remember doing, fucking in the family bathroom. Technically not quite to the fucking just yet, but you were on your knees in front of the guy and you had a hand down your pants, the other around his cock, and it was pretty obvious where the most of this was going to end up, if not eventually than pretty damn quickly. It was small, and it was cramped, but it wasn't like you really cared, it was crunch time, get off or get over it.
And it wasn't even his idea. Everything was Brent's idea, but this wasn't his damn idea, for once in his life. Not that you never made decisions ever, but it was kind of a big thing when you finally hunkered down and figured something out for your own for once. Looking back on it, you kind of wished you'd stopped being such a damn rebel and kept your stupid mouth shut that night, but whatever, you guys were going to get caught some time or another, right?
Your own dad, man.
Who the hell took a piss at two a.m.? Well, not like you hadn't gotten up in the middle of the night to do a number one before, that was kind of hypocritical, but you get pissed off about this stuff, you need somebody to blame. And it was the fucking definition of inopportune, taking that moment of all moments to barge in the bathroom, unapologetic and very unannounced, right when your own brother's dick is pretty much all the way down your throat. Jesus.
There's not really a nonchalant way to remove your mouth from somebody's cock. Your dad stopped, stared, slammed the door and you just finished the job.
It's also funny, in that same way the first bit that was funny was, in the way that's not really funny at all. Later on, though, when they put it all on you, think of Brent as the good one, the victim in all this that only did shit because you were the one that instigated it, you kind of laugh a little, that wry type of laugh that's a little ironic and, okay, no, it's really ironic. You laugh that little bit and think about that first night, the start to it all with his hand down your pants and his eyes locked on you even though you knew it was so so not the thing to be doing, but, whatever, you had to get off, right? That's all you wish it could have stayed, just that getting off, but, no, you had to go ahead and start thinking about it as something more, some kind of addiction you had to get as much as you could have.
Just your damn luck with these kinds of things, isn't it?