Who Needs Avenue Q?
ooc: written for tm_northstarfor the snuggle meme. Just silliness.
“That has to be the worst one yet. Where did you get this anyway?” Peter shook his head and laughed, trying to get the image of an obese Catwoman blowing a really fat Penguin out of his mind. “I thought this was supposed to be some sort of anonymous porn contest.”
“Cher, do you think I know who the fuck those people are? Chrisse.” Jean-Paul actually shuddered at the concept. “As for where, you’ve heard of the internet, non? Everything is online, Peter. Everything.”
Pete shrugged and reached over the other man for the bowl of popcorn, not bothering to right himself once he got his hands on the buttery snack. He could watch the next horrible porn movie while sprawled across Jean-Paul’s lap.
“You like that?” There was laughter in Jean-Paul’s question and Peter looked up at him with a scowl.
The images of the television set had Peter furrowing his brow in confusion. “Oh, yes…I’m really turned on by-what are they supposed to be?”
“I think that one is the pizza delivery boy.”
“That’s a pizza?”
“Non, it’s his cock in a cardboard box, cutie.” Yes, he was definitely laughing at Peter.
“This is stupid.” Peter shifted to all fours in the process of returning to a seated position instead of lying on Jean-Paul’s legs. He could only take a pair of knees in his abdomen for so long after all.
Not one to miss an opportunity when given, the Quebecois slapped a hand on Peter’s ass, emphasizing the point he was about to make. “Why do you think I want to enter this year? It’s fun.”
“Yeah…no.” Peter ignored the slight sting from his friend’s hand but the way he momentarily straddled the other’s lap before sitting down beside him-little choir boy could be a tease, too.
“Oh, come on. You should do it too.” Jean-Paul’s head was now resting on Peter’s shoulder.
“No. Way.” Peter shrugged him off, sighing when Jean-Paul stubbornly snuggled up to him again.
“Sil vous plait?” Oh, god. He was actually batting his lashes and pouting at Peter.
“Being all cute and French isn’t going to work, Jean-Paul. I’m practically immune by now.” Such lies. Such total, total lies.
“You are not.”
“I’m not making a porn movie for you.”
“With me?”
“No!”
More pouting and another attempt to get his way, “You make me sad, cher.”
“Aww…we can’t have that. Hug?” Peter was humoring him, arm around Jean-Paul’s shoulders the other cradling his head and patting his hair.
“It’s very strange hugging you while a couple of heteros have sex on a large pepperoni and cheese pizza.”
“So, not one of your turn-ons then?” It was Peter’s turn to laugh.
“That has to be the worst one yet. Where did you get this anyway?” Peter shook his head and laughed, trying to get the image of an obese Catwoman blowing a really fat Penguin out of his mind. “I thought this was supposed to be some sort of anonymous porn contest.”
“Cher, do you think I know who the fuck those people are? Chrisse.” Jean-Paul actually shuddered at the concept. “As for where, you’ve heard of the internet, non? Everything is online, Peter. Everything.”
Pete shrugged and reached over the other man for the bowl of popcorn, not bothering to right himself once he got his hands on the buttery snack. He could watch the next horrible porn movie while sprawled across Jean-Paul’s lap.
“You like that?” There was laughter in Jean-Paul’s question and Peter looked up at him with a scowl.
The images of the television set had Peter furrowing his brow in confusion. “Oh, yes…I’m really turned on by-what are they supposed to be?”
“I think that one is the pizza delivery boy.”
“That’s a pizza?”
“Non, it’s his cock in a cardboard box, cutie.” Yes, he was definitely laughing at Peter.
“This is stupid.” Peter shifted to all fours in the process of returning to a seated position instead of lying on Jean-Paul’s legs. He could only take a pair of knees in his abdomen for so long after all.
Not one to miss an opportunity when given, the Quebecois slapped a hand on Peter’s ass, emphasizing the point he was about to make. “Why do you think I want to enter this year? It’s fun.”
“Yeah…no.” Peter ignored the slight sting from his friend’s hand but the way he momentarily straddled the other’s lap before sitting down beside him-little choir boy could be a tease, too.
“Oh, come on. You should do it too.” Jean-Paul’s head was now resting on Peter’s shoulder.
“No. Way.” Peter shrugged him off, sighing when Jean-Paul stubbornly snuggled up to him again.
“Sil vous plait?” Oh, god. He was actually batting his lashes and pouting at Peter.
“Being all cute and French isn’t going to work, Jean-Paul. I’m practically immune by now.” Such lies. Such total, total lies.
“You are not.”
“I’m not making a porn movie for you.”
“With me?”
“No!”
More pouting and another attempt to get his way, “You make me sad, cher.”
“Aww…we can’t have that. Hug?” Peter was humoring him, arm around Jean-Paul’s shoulders the other cradling his head and patting his hair.
“It’s very strange hugging you while a couple of heteros have sex on a large pepperoni and cheese pizza.”
“So, not one of your turn-ons then?” It was Peter’s turn to laugh.