Prompt Post No. 1
Welcome to Round One of the Sirens Kink Meme.
Format of Prompts
Format of Prompts
- Alphabetize pairings/threesomes/moresomes. (e.g. Ashley/Rachid/Stuart)
- Put [RPF] before RPF prompts. (e.g. [RPF] Rhys/Richard)
- For crossover prompts: "[Crossover], Sirens Character(s)/Other Character(s), [Fandom]" (e.g. [Crossover], Ashley/Jon Snow, [Game of Thrones])
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3.
“Newbie thinks we’re fucking,” Ashley says.
Stuart looks at him, surprised. He opens his mouth, his first instinct to scoff at how ridiculous the idea is, but as he takes in Ashley’s face he flashes back to the sight of Ashley sliding down to his knees, and maybe it’s not something he can scoff at after all. “Newbie thinks everyone is fucking,” he says instead.
“He thinks - and I quote,” Ashley says, “that we’re fucking and in love and his new gay dads.” He’s smiling, but there’s something a little bit wary in his eyes too, and Stuart wonders if there’s a certain way he should be playing this with his reply.
Stuart does laugh though, despite the caution he can pick out in Ashley’s expression. “His new gay dads?”
“His words,” Ashley says, holding his hands up.
“He’s mental,” Stuart says decisively. He actually thinks Rachid seems to be a decent bloke, sort of endearing in an irritating kind of way the more they get to know him, but apparently now he’s mental too. He repeats it once more because it’s sort of hilarious. “Gay dads. Imagine how fucked the human race would be if we did somehow procreate. Our offspring would be a fucking menace.”
Ashley laughs. “Jesus,” he says. “Doesn’t bear thinking about, does it?” He pauses, his hands in his pockets, dragging the heel of his shoe along the ground and watching its progress. “You’re - you’re okay though?”
Stuart thinks about playing dumb, but really, if there’s one thing he prides himself on it’s his intelligence, and he’d have to be a fucking idiot not to get what Ashley is on about right now. “Of course I am, mate,” he says. “It’s like you said, it wasn’t something to get weird about, right?”
“Right.” Ashley nods. “Yeah. It’s sort of worrying when you start to make sense, Stu,” he adds, grinning, and Stuart gives him the finger and they get back to work, and Stuart thinks that’s the end of it. It’s fine by him - he’s kept the friendship up, which is all that really matters, and he got a couple of blowjobs out of it too. A good couple of weeks, all things considered.
He takes longer getting his stuff together at the end of the shift, for no real reason other than that it’s been a long day and slow movements seem to be the only kind he can manage. He’s surprised when he walks out of the building and finds Ashley standing around at the entrance waiting for him, smoking and staring across the car park, his shoulders a tense line until he exhales a long stream of smoke and they drop. “I got that new game,” he says as Stuart approaches. “The zombie one, you know, wanna come over for a game? I need to try it out on two-player.”
It’s been a long shift, but Stuart can never get to sleep as soon as he gets back home anyway, needs a couple of hours of something mindless to wind down. “If you think you can handle losing,” he says, which is a joke - he’s never once managed to beat Ashley at any game, because Ashley apparently spends all the time he’s not at work or banging blokes he meets online playing with all his toys.
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