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have a halloween ficlet i wrote for nic who wanted some colferstreet involving chord's butt and chris's guillotine costume.
no warnings needed except that it's complete crack.
He really was just asking for it.
You can’t cut a hole in a cardboard box, place it right over your dick, and expect him not to do something about it.
Chord was just impressed with himself that he didn’t jump Chris the very first moment that he saw him in his costume, but he quickly came up with a brilliant idea that would reward him greatly for his patience.
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He made sure to time it just right where he knew no one would be in the costume trailer. Since there wasn’t anyone to help him out, it took him awhile, but he finally found what he was looking for. He stuffed Finn’s t-shirt that was close enough to the color he was looking for under his own shirt and quietly crept back out of the trailer.
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His next stop was the prop department. Leigh kept a tight hold on all her supplies, so there was no way that he could get by with borrowing them without her knowing. Luckily, she was laid back enough that he just needed to ask for everything that he needed, promised that he get them back to her as soon as possible and handle them with the greatest of care, and she handed the markers over to him without asking any other questions. She knew well enough to not even attempt to figure out what went on in Chord’s head to even bother asking.
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Once he was safely in his trailer, he took out the stolen t-shirt and the borrowed markers and quickly got to work on his plan.
The grey shirt wasn’t the exact shade of blueish-green that he was looking for, but beggars can’t be choosers and he’d just have to work with it.
He drew a square on the chest area in black marker then drew a pair of eyes and a smile within the square. Beneath the square, he used other colors to draw some buttons and a control pad.
After he was done, he held up his creation for his final assessment. It was done in haste, but he was actually quite impressed with how well it turned out.
He glanced at the time and praised himself for his time management skills. Chris was scheduled to take his lunch break in about 10 minutes which gave Chord just enough time to grab his work of art and dart over to Chris’s trailer to prepare.
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Lucky for him, everyone was pretty trusting around set and security’s so tight that Chris’s trailer remained unlocked, so Chord didn’t have to break in. He totally would have been fine doing that if need be, but he was glad he didn’t have to waste anymore time.
After clambering inside, he quickly striped off his clothes, threw them in a messy pile off to the side, slipped on his makeshift costume, and waited.
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He didn’t have to wait too long as he finally heard the trailer door begin to open.
This is when he realized his plan could totally backfire. If this wasn’t Chris or if Chris wasn’t alone he would be totally humiliated. His nerves almost gave out and he begin to look for anywhere that he could quickly hide should the need arise.
Chord let out a huge sigh of relief when he saw that it was only Chris at the door, still in his costume, and holding a plate of food in his hand.
Chris didn’t even notice him until he had shut the trailer door and started to make his way over to his couch. He paused mid-step and looked at Chord for what felt like forever.
Chord knew that Chris was probably in shock and that he’d have to take the next step since he pretty much started all of this to begin with.
He turned around. looked over his shoulder at Chris, and in his best best Beemo voice said, “It goes in my butt.”
Since the shirt he had on was for Finn, it was long enough that it fell around the middle of his thighs. While still looking over his shoulder at Chris, he slowly started to raise the shirt up showing Chris that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.
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Chord started to panic because Chris did absolutely nothing. He was still wearing sunglasses, so even though Chord desperately tried to search his eyes to find a clue as to what Chris was thinking, he couldn’t detect any emotion whatsoever.
He was already turning red all over in embarrassment and soon his eyes began to tear up in despair when he saw Chris slowly turn around and head to the door.
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Chord’s despair didn’t last for long once he realized that he was just locking the trailer door. Chris started to make his way back over towards Chord, dropping off the plate of food he was holding onto the closest table, and reached into the cardboard box to slowly work open his zipper.
Chord could tell he was softly singing something while making his way over to where he was standing, but it wasn’t until he was a few feet away that he could finally hear Chris singing the words to Dick in a Box.
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Both Chris and Chord missed their call times that afternoon.
But no one was crazy enough to ask just why that was.
no warnings needed except that it's complete crack.
He really was just asking for it.
You can’t cut a hole in a cardboard box, place it right over your dick, and expect him not to do something about it.
Chord was just impressed with himself that he didn’t jump Chris the very first moment that he saw him in his costume, but he quickly came up with a brilliant idea that would reward him greatly for his patience.
-
He made sure to time it just right where he knew no one would be in the costume trailer. Since there wasn’t anyone to help him out, it took him awhile, but he finally found what he was looking for. He stuffed Finn’s t-shirt that was close enough to the color he was looking for under his own shirt and quietly crept back out of the trailer.
-
His next stop was the prop department. Leigh kept a tight hold on all her supplies, so there was no way that he could get by with borrowing them without her knowing. Luckily, she was laid back enough that he just needed to ask for everything that he needed, promised that he get them back to her as soon as possible and handle them with the greatest of care, and she handed the markers over to him without asking any other questions. She knew well enough to not even attempt to figure out what went on in Chord’s head to even bother asking.
-
Once he was safely in his trailer, he took out the stolen t-shirt and the borrowed markers and quickly got to work on his plan.
The grey shirt wasn’t the exact shade of blueish-green that he was looking for, but beggars can’t be choosers and he’d just have to work with it.
He drew a square on the chest area in black marker then drew a pair of eyes and a smile within the square. Beneath the square, he used other colors to draw some buttons and a control pad.
After he was done, he held up his creation for his final assessment. It was done in haste, but he was actually quite impressed with how well it turned out.
He glanced at the time and praised himself for his time management skills. Chris was scheduled to take his lunch break in about 10 minutes which gave Chord just enough time to grab his work of art and dart over to Chris’s trailer to prepare.
-
Lucky for him, everyone was pretty trusting around set and security’s so tight that Chris’s trailer remained unlocked, so Chord didn’t have to break in. He totally would have been fine doing that if need be, but he was glad he didn’t have to waste anymore time.
After clambering inside, he quickly striped off his clothes, threw them in a messy pile off to the side, slipped on his makeshift costume, and waited.
-
He didn’t have to wait too long as he finally heard the trailer door begin to open.
This is when he realized his plan could totally backfire. If this wasn’t Chris or if Chris wasn’t alone he would be totally humiliated. His nerves almost gave out and he begin to look for anywhere that he could quickly hide should the need arise.
Chord let out a huge sigh of relief when he saw that it was only Chris at the door, still in his costume, and holding a plate of food in his hand.
Chris didn’t even notice him until he had shut the trailer door and started to make his way over to his couch. He paused mid-step and looked at Chord for what felt like forever.
Chord knew that Chris was probably in shock and that he’d have to take the next step since he pretty much started all of this to begin with.
He turned around. looked over his shoulder at Chris, and in his best best Beemo voice said, “It goes in my butt.”
Since the shirt he had on was for Finn, it was long enough that it fell around the middle of his thighs. While still looking over his shoulder at Chris, he slowly started to raise the shirt up showing Chris that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath it.
-
Chord started to panic because Chris did absolutely nothing. He was still wearing sunglasses, so even though Chord desperately tried to search his eyes to find a clue as to what Chris was thinking, he couldn’t detect any emotion whatsoever.
He was already turning red all over in embarrassment and soon his eyes began to tear up in despair when he saw Chris slowly turn around and head to the door.
-
Chord’s despair didn’t last for long once he realized that he was just locking the trailer door. Chris started to make his way back over towards Chord, dropping off the plate of food he was holding onto the closest table, and reached into the cardboard box to slowly work open his zipper.
Chord could tell he was softly singing something while making his way over to where he was standing, but it wasn’t until he was a few feet away that he could finally hear Chris singing the words to Dick in a Box.
-
Both Chris and Chord missed their call times that afternoon.
But no one was crazy enough to ask just why that was.