FILL TRUEBLOOD/GLEE casket_factionMay 26 2011, 02:45:59 UTC
"Did I mention that I just love dogs?" Blaine asks cheerfully as he strokes the golden retrievers head. "What's his name?"
"Frankly, I'm more interested in your name and if you would ever consider a threesome." Kurt drawls and arches suggestively back against the bar.
"Well, I'm Sam, and he's Tommy." The blonde man replies and lightly tugs on the dogs collar. "And you don't look a day over seventeen, lover boy."
"I am 21 and 100% lega-" Blaine cuts him off.
"Are you going to even ask if I want to have a threesome?" He asks in a distracted voice, still scratching behind Tommy's ear.
"Do you want a threesome?" Kurt asks in an irritated voice.
"Yeah, totally. Let's tap that." The last part he coos in a baby voice, now rubbing the dogs stomach.
"Is he 21 too?" Sam Merlotte asks, arching once eyebrow.
"He's 22. But we are a lot more experienced then most boys our age." Kurt lets his knee's fall open and licks his teeth.
"Shit." Sam says quietly. Kid's got moves.
"Kurt used to be like, an ultra virgin. Now he's just kind of slutty." Blaine remarks casually, sitting up and placing a hand on Kurt's thigh. "Sometimes he's a almost too much for me to...handle alone. We don't usually let other people in, but you are pretty much perfect. We've been looking for you our entire lives."
Kurt smiles beatifically at Blaine and Blaine visibly melts.
"I'm 33. That's 11 ~years~. It seems kind of-I don't know, wrong." Sam scratches the back of his neck, Tommy is long gone by this point.
"But we are both consenting -legal- adults. Surely we can decide how wrong it is?" Kurt asks and laces his fingers with Blaine's.
"Well, I guess. I don't get off until nine though." Sam says, throwing his dish towel over his shoulder.
"Perfect. Blaine and I are running low on a few necessary items. I assume there is a store somewhere in this...town." Kurt's eyes scan the room and Blaine kisses the back of Kurt's hand.
"Uh, yeah. About twelve minutes from here. Just stay on the main road." Sam replies, sort of dazed.
"Fabulous. So, we'll meet you back here for a drink-let's say eight thirty, and then we can go to your place. Acceptable?" Kurt says rather then asks the last bit, he's obviously not used to being told no.
"We're really happy you decided to have sex with us tonight." Blaine adds, helping Kurt in to his peacoat.
"Yeah, sure." Sam replies, and watches them as they leave the restaurant. Blaine opens the door for Kurt, and then hurries to open the car door as well. Kurt climbs in and then turns to wrap his arms around Blaine's neck. And then his legs. And then it starts to get kind of warm under Sam's shirt collar.
"Who were those fine-ass boys?" Lafayette asks, leaning over the bar to watch them make out in the parking lot.
"I don't know, but I'm having a fun night. Can you close up for me? I gotta get out of here by nine." Sam says without looking away.
"Far be it from me to get between you and those two. But I expect full details. Graphic ones." Lafayette sighs wistfully, then smacks Sam on the back of the head with his spatula. "Get back to work, Mr. I-Am-the-Luckiest-Man-Alive."
Re: FILL TRUEBLOOD/GLEE casket_factionMay 26 2011, 15:13:21 UTC
The prompt wasn't terribly detailed,so I hope you don't mind that I took some liberties. If you wanted me to write it with a different character or situation I would be happy to oblige. :)
Re: FILL TRUEBLOOD/GLEE semiblondeMay 27 2011, 02:28:14 UTC
Write to your hearts; content if you'd like, but this was amazing! I loved it and I have no complaints because Sam, Lafayette, and Tommy are pretty much my favorites :3
"Frankly, I'm more interested in your name and if you would ever consider a threesome." Kurt drawls and arches suggestively back against the bar.
"Well, I'm Sam, and he's Tommy." The blonde man replies and lightly tugs on the dogs collar. "And you don't look a day over seventeen, lover boy."
"I am 21 and 100% lega-" Blaine cuts him off.
"Are you going to even ask if I want to have a threesome?" He asks in a distracted voice, still scratching behind Tommy's ear.
"Do you want a threesome?" Kurt asks in an irritated voice.
"Yeah, totally. Let's tap that." The last part he coos in a baby voice, now rubbing the dogs stomach.
"Is he 21 too?" Sam Merlotte asks, arching once eyebrow.
"He's 22. But we are a lot more experienced then most boys our age." Kurt lets his knee's fall open and licks his teeth.
"Shit." Sam says quietly. Kid's got moves.
"Kurt used to be like, an ultra virgin. Now he's just kind of slutty." Blaine remarks casually, sitting up and placing a hand on Kurt's thigh. "Sometimes he's a almost too much for me to...handle alone. We don't usually let other people in, but you are pretty much perfect. We've been looking for you our entire lives."
Kurt smiles beatifically at Blaine and Blaine visibly melts.
"I'm 33. That's 11 ~years~. It seems kind of-I don't know, wrong." Sam scratches the back of his neck, Tommy is long gone by this point.
"But we are both consenting -legal- adults. Surely we can decide how wrong it is?" Kurt asks and laces his fingers with Blaine's.
"Well, I guess. I don't get off until nine though." Sam says, throwing his dish towel over his shoulder.
"Perfect. Blaine and I are running low on a few necessary items. I assume there is a store somewhere in this...town." Kurt's eyes scan the room and Blaine kisses the back of Kurt's hand.
"Uh, yeah. About twelve minutes from here. Just stay on the main road." Sam replies, sort of dazed.
"Fabulous. So, we'll meet you back here for a drink-let's say eight thirty, and then we can go to your place. Acceptable?" Kurt says rather then asks the last bit, he's obviously not used to being told no.
"We're really happy you decided to have sex with us tonight." Blaine adds, helping Kurt in to his peacoat.
"Yeah, sure." Sam replies, and watches them as they leave the restaurant. Blaine opens the door for Kurt, and then hurries to open the car door as well. Kurt climbs in and then turns to wrap his arms around Blaine's neck. And then his legs. And then it starts to get kind of warm under Sam's shirt collar.
"Who were those fine-ass boys?" Lafayette asks, leaning over the bar to watch them make out in the parking lot.
"I don't know, but I'm having a fun night. Can you close up for me? I gotta get out of here by nine." Sam says without looking away.
"Far be it from me to get between you and those two. But I expect full details. Graphic ones." Lafayette sighs wistfully, then smacks Sam on the back of the head with his spatula. "Get back to work, Mr. I-Am-the-Luckiest-Man-Alive."
Hell yeah. Take that, Bill.
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You turned a really crappy night into a not so crappy one, thank you X3
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If you wanted me to write it with a different character or situation I would be happy to oblige.
:)
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