Act III
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Congrats on being such a lovely bunch of intelligent people. Being a mod is not as tough as elsewhere because you are all awesome and sensible and enjoy this for what it is meant to be: A FUN PLACE!
A few things:
a) If you are unsure about anything, look at the guidelines or feel free to write a message to lolitics_meme at ( Read more... )
White hot pleasure hit David as he felt that great rush approaching. He cocked his head, sighing and passionately kissing the second wheel of his bike, filling his mouth with rubber. A hand crept from the bars down to the chain, which he tugged and caressed like a breast. It was coming, oh gods it was coming, the passion was filling, the glass was brimming. His forehead crinkled, his hands tightened, and he practically screamed, "OH, OH, GIDEON, I've never loved anyone like you!" Warm juices spilled out across the bike, covering the wheel in salted lust.
Nick felt his heart rise to his throat as his eyes flashed wide open. Gideon? Gideon was the name of his bike?
Yet David seemed suddenly distressed, a look of mortification crossed his face and his thrusting stopped. "Gideon? A.. Aha, where did that slip of the tongue come from? No, no of course I wasn't thinking of him, of course I wasn't Bike...!" Yet no amount of political spin could save him here.
David threw the bike aside. "How could you think that about me? NO! I'VE NEVER SLEPT WITH THAT MAN," his finger twisted into the air and pointed towards the oak tree. Nick's eyes widened, glassy and leaking. David's head turned slowly, his ruffled hair twilling in the wind. Somehow, somehow subconsciously, he had known they where being watched.
His face flashed, he turned serious now. "Nick..."
Nick shook his head, raising his hands, "Don't start, David. Just explain yourself to your woman."
David looked towards the bike, and back to Nick, "Oh you mean that? That means nothing to me."
Nick grimaced, "Your cock says otherwise"
David's cheeks flushed in that rosy way that would once have Clegg on his knees, but now, now it just filled him with hatred. He wanted to rip his head off. Rip it off and skewer it on his precious bike.
"Yours seems to agree with mine," David awkwardly fumbled out, noticing the rather-large-but-not-really-that-big-I-suppose-you-could-say-it-was-above-average buldge protruding from Nick's trousers.
There was a moment. A lock of eyes. A single kiss. A roll in the grass. An orgy with a bike. Three souls left exchausted to stare up at the stars. A smile. A laugh. A glint in the eye. Yet he could not help but wonder, who was Gideon? He brushed it aside, choosing instead to nuzzle his head beneath David's and beside Bikes. He was finally, yes, finally, David's bike.
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In other words, this is hilarious and written in a most delightful tone. Well done, anon.
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