Prompt: Locking the Door
Name: Locking the Door
Characters: Quinn, Eden, Rhys
Rating: Mature
Summary: A teenaged boy's worst nightmare.
Notes: Myshuno Prompt #2. This is considered canon. This was also rather awkward to write. I hope you guys will forgive me.
Word Count: 2055
My Card.
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Quinn clutched his backpack against himself as he shut the front door. "I'm home!" he called out. He and his sister learned at an early age to announce their presence so they wouldn't walk in on anything mentally scarring. There was some giggling and his mother ran out of the kitchen. His father was chasing her with a spatula in his hand. Quinn rolled his eyes when he saw that both their faces were flushed.
"Hey," Rhys said with a grin. "Dinner will be ready in about an hour or so." He swatted Eden's behind with the cooking utensil, which caused her to yelp and giggle at the same time.
Quinn rolled his eyes again. "Please tell me dinner doesn't involve using that spatula."
Rhys slung his arm over Eden's shoulder and gestured with the spatula in the other hand. "Nope. That wouldn't be very sanitary, now would it?"
Quinn shook his head. "Okay. Well, I'm gonna change out of my school uniform and do my homework then. I'll let you two finish 'cooking dinner.'" His arms tightened around his book bag as he ran up the stairs, taking two at a time.
An hour. He would have preferred more time, but an hour would suffice.
He rushed into his bedroom and shut the door behind him. He placed the book bag on his bed and undid his neck tie before opening the bag.
He pulled out the Cosmo magazine Emily had given him. She wanted him to read some article about "10 Ways to Tell if He Likes You!" and he promised that he would. In fact, he had even flipped through the rest of the magazine because knowing what girls thought about was always insightful.
And then he had seen the bra and panty advertisements, Sim Sekrit's Semi-Annual sale. He had shoved the magazine in his backpack then because it would have been humiliating to get caught 'pitching a tent' in the middle of the lunchroom. It was bad enough with all the girls walking around in short, plaid uniform skirts and knee-high socks, their smooth, coltish legs disappearing up into those secret, jaunty pleats. He could barely control...it...as it was.
But he was home now and he had a little more time to look at the pictures.
He knelt on the floor and fished his hand between the mattress and box spring of his bed. He pulled out the slim, wooden box he had made in shop class the year before. He thought he heard a sound outside his door and he furtively looked over his shoulder. He waited for a long, torturous minute. When he didn't hear anything more, he opened the box. Inside was a tube of hand lotion, a small pack of tissues, and heavily creased magazine ads of women wearing bras, stockings, and panties. His most prized picture was one he drew himself; a completely nude woman with long legs, perky breasts, and flowing black hair. The facial resemblance to his friend Emily was intentional.
He hastily dumped everything out onto his bedspread and arranged the pictures in front of him. He opened the magazine up; the pages where the seductive bra ads were located had been unintentionally memorized. With trembling hands he unfastened his belt buckle and pants. He glanced another guilty look over his shoulder before squeezing some of the lotion into his hand and closing his eyes.
Sadie Grunt strutted before him wearing her school uniform. But instead of the button down top, sweater, and jacket, she was only wearing a lacy white bra: it stood in bright contrast against her smooth, dark skin. As he reached for her, she turned into Ceres. Her brown eyes dancing with laughter as she wore only a tiny black thong and matching black bra that barely covered her breasts. As she wrapped her arms around him and began whispering in his ear, Meadow Thayer, wearing pink lace and her blond hair tumbling in curls, ran warm fingers over his chest, her sugar pink lips begging to be kissed.
And then Emily lay before him wearing nothing but an inviting smile. His hands caressed her silky, silvery-green skin. Her arms and legs wrapped around him and he pressed himself against her. And it felt good. Oh, how wonderful it felt. Oh, if only this moment could last forever. Oh--
"Quinn?" Eden's voice said outside of his door. She knocked on it briefly as she opened it. "It's almost-OH MY GOD!"
"OH MY GOD, MOM!"
"OH SWEET CREATOR, MOTHER OF PLUMBBOB! I'M SO SORRY!" Eden turned and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Her scrambling footsteps thudded down the stairs.
Quinn's shaking legs threatened to give way as he lowered himself to his knees, his left hand still clutching his bedspread tightly. Steaming hot, mortified tears burned down his face as he realized that he hadn't grabbed the tissue in time. The meticulously drawn pencil lines of his drawing smeared as he tried to clean it off. He leaned his forehead on the bed and prayed fervently for the earth to swallow him whole.
~*~*~
Dinner was awkwardly silent and Quinn couldn't decide if he was thankful that Erin wasn't home, or if he desperately wanted her present so she could fill the silence with her bubbly chatter. He refused to look his mother in the eye and he could see that she avoided looking at him as well. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his father looking at the two of them suspiciously, but thankfully he didn't ask any questions.
After dinner, Quinn washed the dishes as fast as he could. He could hear his parents talking quietly in the living room. He avoided looking at Rhys as his dad walked into the garage. Quinn could hear his dad's car engine start and he heard him pull out of the driveway. When the dishes were done, he ran as fast as he could up the stairs and into his bedroom. He flopped onto his bed and drew his knees to his forehead.
About half an hour later, he heard a firm knock on his door. "Quinn?" his dad's voice called.
"Go away," Quinn said miserably. He heard the door open a crack. He glared at his father. "I said go away."
Rhys opened the door wider and showed him the paper bag he was holding in his hand. For a wild, horrible moment he thought his dad was going to tell him that he bought some porno magazines to "celebrate." He wouldn't put it past his father to be congratulatory over something like this. But..but..at the same time, a small seed of hope blossomed in his chest that his father did buy him some magazines. And that hope made him feel even more confused and dirty than he did before.
"Uh, your mom said that we forgot to put locks on yours and Erin's bedroom doors when you two moved out of the nursery. It was a gross oversight and she is very sorry. Very, very sorry."
"Oh, God, she told you."
"Actually, no, she didn't. Well, not in actual words. Your mom isn't like that. She just said that you and your sister both need locks on your doors and that we need to be more aware of the fact that you two are teenagers. I was able to read between the lines." Rhys stepped into the room, pulled out a screwdriver and new door handle from the paper bag, and began unscrewing the old one. "It's kind of this weird, I don't know, paradox or something." he said quietly. "It's like, we're aware you guys are teenagers, but at the same time we can't get the image of the small children who needed protection from 'monsters' out of our heads. Sometimes the two mental images superimpose." He shrugged.
"Dad, I really don't want to talk about this."
"That's fine. Everybody does it, nobody talks about it." He pulled off the old door handle and put the new one in place. He was silent as he tightened the screws.
Quinn blinked and he truly thought that his father was making fun of him. "No they don't."
His father's lips twitched as he concentrated on his task. "Yes. They do. In fact, it's a biological necessity, particularly for males." He turned the lock and tested it to make sure it worked. He shut the door and his face was smooth when he turned to face Quinn.
"Well I'm never doing it again!" Quinn declared. That dirty, confused feeling washed over him again. It was a lie. He couldn't help himself.
Rhys threw his head back and laughed. "Don't make promises you can't keep."
"It's not funny!"
Rhys attempted to smooth his face again. "You're right. It's not." His lips twitched again and his eyes danced in amusement. "Quinn, like I said before, it's natural and in fact it should be encouraged."
"WHAT?" At that point, Quinn knew his dad was making fun of him.
Rhys' face turned absolutely serious. "I mean it. It's not gross or dirty or disgusting, so long as you aren't doing it out in the open like on a public corner or something like that. Your bedroom, the shower, with a sexual partner, if they are amiable to that of course--"
"DAD!"
Rhys held up his hand. "You aren't hurting anyone, least of all yourself. In fact, it's a good way to be better in bed."
"Oh, God--"
"I mean it. Quinn, the better a person knows their body, the easier it is to be good with someone else. If two people who are familiar with themselves get together, then awesome, fun times are had by all. This is a fact. I'm not messing with you."
Quinn turned that thought over in his head. "So you..?"
Rhys nodded and shrugged. "Of course. On a regular basis."
Quinn's mind tried to form an involuntary picture, but he shied away from the mental image. He covered his face with is hands. "Oh God, we aren't talking about this."
Rhys sighed, walked over and patted his shoulder. "You aren't a freak, Quinn. You're a regular teenaged boy. And let me tell you, puberty really sucks, I still remember it well. But it does get better and you do learn to control things more as you get older. So you do what you need to do. Nobody is going to judge you or think badly of you, least of all me. Okay?"
Quinn blushed furiously. "Easy for you to say. You never had your mother walk in on you."
Rhys grimaced. "You're right. I haven't." His face turned slightly bitter as he said, "But she was a senile old woman who probably wouldn't have known what was going on anyway."
"But Mom's not senile."
"No, she's not, that's very true. But that was her fault for not properly knocking on your door." He began laughing again. "Your mom rarely loses her cool, but between you and me, sometimes it's funny when she does. I'm laughing at her, not you," he added hastily. He patted Quinn's shoulder again and handed him a key. "This is for your lock. The other one will be in the junk drawer in case you lose this one or for when you do get married, or just have a live in lover, whatever, nobody in this house is going to judge, then they can have a key as well. Now, I'm going to go replace you sister's doorknob, okay? We've talked long enough about that thing nobody talks about."
"Okay," Quinn said quietly. As his dad walked toward the door, he blurted out, "How many times is too much? I just..think that sometimes it's not normal."
Rhys stopped and faced him. "However many times you can is completely normal. Though if things start to hurt, well, then you should probably give it a rest." His lips twitched again and he abruptly turned his head.
"Okay. Um, thanks."
"No problem. Just doing my job as your most awesome father, that's all."
When Rhys closed the door behind him, Quinn jumped up from his bed and flipped the lock. He really wasn't planning anything at that moment, but he figured he should get used to locking the door.
***
Characters: Quinn, Eden, Rhys
Rating: Mature
Summary: A teenaged boy's worst nightmare.
Notes: Myshuno Prompt #2. This is considered canon. This was also rather awkward to write. I hope you guys will forgive me.
Word Count: 2055
My Card.
***
Quinn clutched his backpack against himself as he shut the front door. "I'm home!" he called out. He and his sister learned at an early age to announce their presence so they wouldn't walk in on anything mentally scarring. There was some giggling and his mother ran out of the kitchen. His father was chasing her with a spatula in his hand. Quinn rolled his eyes when he saw that both their faces were flushed.
"Hey," Rhys said with a grin. "Dinner will be ready in about an hour or so." He swatted Eden's behind with the cooking utensil, which caused her to yelp and giggle at the same time.
Quinn rolled his eyes again. "Please tell me dinner doesn't involve using that spatula."
Rhys slung his arm over Eden's shoulder and gestured with the spatula in the other hand. "Nope. That wouldn't be very sanitary, now would it?"
Quinn shook his head. "Okay. Well, I'm gonna change out of my school uniform and do my homework then. I'll let you two finish 'cooking dinner.'" His arms tightened around his book bag as he ran up the stairs, taking two at a time.
An hour. He would have preferred more time, but an hour would suffice.
He rushed into his bedroom and shut the door behind him. He placed the book bag on his bed and undid his neck tie before opening the bag.
He pulled out the Cosmo magazine Emily had given him. She wanted him to read some article about "10 Ways to Tell if He Likes You!" and he promised that he would. In fact, he had even flipped through the rest of the magazine because knowing what girls thought about was always insightful.
And then he had seen the bra and panty advertisements, Sim Sekrit's Semi-Annual sale. He had shoved the magazine in his backpack then because it would have been humiliating to get caught 'pitching a tent' in the middle of the lunchroom. It was bad enough with all the girls walking around in short, plaid uniform skirts and knee-high socks, their smooth, coltish legs disappearing up into those secret, jaunty pleats. He could barely control...it...as it was.
But he was home now and he had a little more time to look at the pictures.
He knelt on the floor and fished his hand between the mattress and box spring of his bed. He pulled out the slim, wooden box he had made in shop class the year before. He thought he heard a sound outside his door and he furtively looked over his shoulder. He waited for a long, torturous minute. When he didn't hear anything more, he opened the box. Inside was a tube of hand lotion, a small pack of tissues, and heavily creased magazine ads of women wearing bras, stockings, and panties. His most prized picture was one he drew himself; a completely nude woman with long legs, perky breasts, and flowing black hair. The facial resemblance to his friend Emily was intentional.
He hastily dumped everything out onto his bedspread and arranged the pictures in front of him. He opened the magazine up; the pages where the seductive bra ads were located had been unintentionally memorized. With trembling hands he unfastened his belt buckle and pants. He glanced another guilty look over his shoulder before squeezing some of the lotion into his hand and closing his eyes.
Sadie Grunt strutted before him wearing her school uniform. But instead of the button down top, sweater, and jacket, she was only wearing a lacy white bra: it stood in bright contrast against her smooth, dark skin. As he reached for her, she turned into Ceres. Her brown eyes dancing with laughter as she wore only a tiny black thong and matching black bra that barely covered her breasts. As she wrapped her arms around him and began whispering in his ear, Meadow Thayer, wearing pink lace and her blond hair tumbling in curls, ran warm fingers over his chest, her sugar pink lips begging to be kissed.
And then Emily lay before him wearing nothing but an inviting smile. His hands caressed her silky, silvery-green skin. Her arms and legs wrapped around him and he pressed himself against her. And it felt good. Oh, how wonderful it felt. Oh, if only this moment could last forever. Oh--
"Quinn?" Eden's voice said outside of his door. She knocked on it briefly as she opened it. "It's almost-OH MY GOD!"
"OH MY GOD, MOM!"
"OH SWEET CREATOR, MOTHER OF PLUMBBOB! I'M SO SORRY!" Eden turned and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Her scrambling footsteps thudded down the stairs.
Quinn's shaking legs threatened to give way as he lowered himself to his knees, his left hand still clutching his bedspread tightly. Steaming hot, mortified tears burned down his face as he realized that he hadn't grabbed the tissue in time. The meticulously drawn pencil lines of his drawing smeared as he tried to clean it off. He leaned his forehead on the bed and prayed fervently for the earth to swallow him whole.
~*~*~
Dinner was awkwardly silent and Quinn couldn't decide if he was thankful that Erin wasn't home, or if he desperately wanted her present so she could fill the silence with her bubbly chatter. He refused to look his mother in the eye and he could see that she avoided looking at him as well. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his father looking at the two of them suspiciously, but thankfully he didn't ask any questions.
After dinner, Quinn washed the dishes as fast as he could. He could hear his parents talking quietly in the living room. He avoided looking at Rhys as his dad walked into the garage. Quinn could hear his dad's car engine start and he heard him pull out of the driveway. When the dishes were done, he ran as fast as he could up the stairs and into his bedroom. He flopped onto his bed and drew his knees to his forehead.
About half an hour later, he heard a firm knock on his door. "Quinn?" his dad's voice called.
"Go away," Quinn said miserably. He heard the door open a crack. He glared at his father. "I said go away."
Rhys opened the door wider and showed him the paper bag he was holding in his hand. For a wild, horrible moment he thought his dad was going to tell him that he bought some porno magazines to "celebrate." He wouldn't put it past his father to be congratulatory over something like this. But..but..at the same time, a small seed of hope blossomed in his chest that his father did buy him some magazines. And that hope made him feel even more confused and dirty than he did before.
"Uh, your mom said that we forgot to put locks on yours and Erin's bedroom doors when you two moved out of the nursery. It was a gross oversight and she is very sorry. Very, very sorry."
"Oh, God, she told you."
"Actually, no, she didn't. Well, not in actual words. Your mom isn't like that. She just said that you and your sister both need locks on your doors and that we need to be more aware of the fact that you two are teenagers. I was able to read between the lines." Rhys stepped into the room, pulled out a screwdriver and new door handle from the paper bag, and began unscrewing the old one. "It's kind of this weird, I don't know, paradox or something." he said quietly. "It's like, we're aware you guys are teenagers, but at the same time we can't get the image of the small children who needed protection from 'monsters' out of our heads. Sometimes the two mental images superimpose." He shrugged.
"Dad, I really don't want to talk about this."
"That's fine. Everybody does it, nobody talks about it." He pulled off the old door handle and put the new one in place. He was silent as he tightened the screws.
Quinn blinked and he truly thought that his father was making fun of him. "No they don't."
His father's lips twitched as he concentrated on his task. "Yes. They do. In fact, it's a biological necessity, particularly for males." He turned the lock and tested it to make sure it worked. He shut the door and his face was smooth when he turned to face Quinn.
"Well I'm never doing it again!" Quinn declared. That dirty, confused feeling washed over him again. It was a lie. He couldn't help himself.
Rhys threw his head back and laughed. "Don't make promises you can't keep."
"It's not funny!"
Rhys attempted to smooth his face again. "You're right. It's not." His lips twitched again and his eyes danced in amusement. "Quinn, like I said before, it's natural and in fact it should be encouraged."
"WHAT?" At that point, Quinn knew his dad was making fun of him.
Rhys' face turned absolutely serious. "I mean it. It's not gross or dirty or disgusting, so long as you aren't doing it out in the open like on a public corner or something like that. Your bedroom, the shower, with a sexual partner, if they are amiable to that of course--"
"DAD!"
Rhys held up his hand. "You aren't hurting anyone, least of all yourself. In fact, it's a good way to be better in bed."
"Oh, God--"
"I mean it. Quinn, the better a person knows their body, the easier it is to be good with someone else. If two people who are familiar with themselves get together, then awesome, fun times are had by all. This is a fact. I'm not messing with you."
Quinn turned that thought over in his head. "So you..?"
Rhys nodded and shrugged. "Of course. On a regular basis."
Quinn's mind tried to form an involuntary picture, but he shied away from the mental image. He covered his face with is hands. "Oh God, we aren't talking about this."
Rhys sighed, walked over and patted his shoulder. "You aren't a freak, Quinn. You're a regular teenaged boy. And let me tell you, puberty really sucks, I still remember it well. But it does get better and you do learn to control things more as you get older. So you do what you need to do. Nobody is going to judge you or think badly of you, least of all me. Okay?"
Quinn blushed furiously. "Easy for you to say. You never had your mother walk in on you."
Rhys grimaced. "You're right. I haven't." His face turned slightly bitter as he said, "But she was a senile old woman who probably wouldn't have known what was going on anyway."
"But Mom's not senile."
"No, she's not, that's very true. But that was her fault for not properly knocking on your door." He began laughing again. "Your mom rarely loses her cool, but between you and me, sometimes it's funny when she does. I'm laughing at her, not you," he added hastily. He patted Quinn's shoulder again and handed him a key. "This is for your lock. The other one will be in the junk drawer in case you lose this one or for when you do get married, or just have a live in lover, whatever, nobody in this house is going to judge, then they can have a key as well. Now, I'm going to go replace you sister's doorknob, okay? We've talked long enough about that thing nobody talks about."
"Okay," Quinn said quietly. As his dad walked toward the door, he blurted out, "How many times is too much? I just..think that sometimes it's not normal."
Rhys stopped and faced him. "However many times you can is completely normal. Though if things start to hurt, well, then you should probably give it a rest." His lips twitched again and he abruptly turned his head.
"Okay. Um, thanks."
"No problem. Just doing my job as your most awesome father, that's all."
When Rhys closed the door behind him, Quinn jumped up from his bed and flipped the lock. He really wasn't planning anything at that moment, but he figured he should get used to locking the door.
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