Fic: Goodnight Irene
Title: Goodnight Irene
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Peter; Neal’s dick Richard/Peter’s peter Peter
Spoilers: None
Content Notice: Hurricanes!
Word Count: ~800
Summary: Part of the Wangst series wherein Neal and Peter’s dicks ride out the storm together.
A/N: For monkeyonthelam, who wanted a power outage story.
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“Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight. Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene, I'll get you in my dream.”
Neal’s dick sang softly, sweetly from his position, nestled close beside Peter’s peter, his balls humming a soft harmony. The lights had long ago gone out as hurricane Irene made its way up the East coast. Peter and Neal lay in each other’s arms, sleeping, the flickering candles leaving long shadows in Neal’s bedroom.
“That’s nice,” Peter’s dick said.
“Thank you.”
“But I don’t think the song means what you think it means.”
“What? He misses his lover. It’s romantic.”
“He threatens to kill himself.”
“It’s tragic.”
“He’s, um, he’s cheating on his wife.”
Neal’s dick paused. “Oh. OH! Oh, no, no, no.”
“It’s OK. What we do isn’t cheating.”
“It kind of is.”
“But we have no morals, bubbeleh. We’re sex organs.”
“Oh, come on. We love. We laugh. We weep…”
“And we go where they put us. I’m not complaining, but we don’t usually get much choice in the matter.”
“That’s not true…Neal still lets me see Judy.”
“Neal is an unusually kind and understanding man.”
“But what we do together…th-that’s cheating, isn’t it?”
Neal’s dick was suddenly on the verge of tears. He loved Peter’s peter, but, being a dick, rarely thought much beyond the current day. His naturally sunny disposition meant he was pleased to be wherever Neal was, feel whatever Neal was feeling, to bolster him whenever he needed encouragement or cheering up, advise him when it was needed. The fact he had an independent relationship with Sara’s pussy, Judy, was a rarity in their world. But he’d never given much thought to the consequences for others that their relationships had.
“It’s only cheating if you sneak around behind someone’s back. Peter and Elizabeth have an understanding.”
Neal’s dick sniffled. “They do?”
“Of course. Theirs is a unique relationship. You should not worry about it, my darling.” Peter’s dick nudged itself comfortingly against Neal’s.
“If you say so. I would hate to think we made anyone sad or unhappy.” He sniffled again, but soon settled against Peter’s dick more comfortably, his anxiety forgotten.
Outside, the wind gusted, rattling the terrace doors in their frames. Above them, Neal started in his sleep and made a small whimper. His dick clucked nervously.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Peter’s dick asked, concerned.
“It’s Neal. He doesn’t do well in storms, never has. He was in a tornado as a child.”
“Oh, the poor thing.”
The wind whistled and roared as it assailed the grand old mansion, and Neal whined a small, “No,” in his sleep.
“What’s to be done?” Peter’s dick fretted. “There, there, Neal. Oh!”
“When he was little, I used to sing him lullabies in his sleep to soothe him.”
“Do it. I think you should.”
“Do you want to help? I think we’d harmonize well together.”
“Oh no. I’d be too self-conscious.”
“OK,” Neal’s dick said, sounding disappointed. Then he began to hum the tune to a well-known song, keeping the tempo quick and light, before starting in on the lyrics,
“Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream,
Really do come true-ue-uuuue.”
Neal sighed in his sleep, but he seemed to relax as his dick continued.
“Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
Away above the chimney tops,
That's where you'll find me.”
In his sleep, Peter tightened his arms around his lover, buried his nose in his hair and sighed. Neal calmed completely. “Aw, would you look at that?” Peter’s dick whispered.
“He really likes that song. His grandmother used to sing it to him when he was a baby,” Neal’s dick reminisced. “You should join in next time. I bet you are very good.”
“Oh, no. I’m very self-conscious. It’s not for me.”
“If you say so, but I’ll bet you have a very beautiful voice.”
“Never you mind. Go to sleep, my darling.”
“Maybe you will sing to me some day.”
“Mmmm,” Peter’s dick replied noncommittally. They lay snuggled up to each other in contented silence for several minutes. When it was clear that Neal’s dick was sleeping, Peter’s peter began to sing in a soft whisper.
“Good night, sleep tight
Now the sun turns out his light
Good night, sleep tight
Dream sweet dreams for me
Dream sweet dreams for you.”
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Thank you for your time.
A/N: The song Peter’s dick sings is “Good Night” by the Beatles.
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Neal/Peter; Neal’s dick Richard/Peter’s peter Peter
Spoilers: None
Content Notice: Hurricanes!
Word Count: ~800
Summary: Part of the Wangst series wherein Neal and Peter’s dicks ride out the storm together.
A/N: For monkeyonthelam, who wanted a power outage story.
----
“Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight. Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene, I'll get you in my dream.”
Neal’s dick sang softly, sweetly from his position, nestled close beside Peter’s peter, his balls humming a soft harmony. The lights had long ago gone out as hurricane Irene made its way up the East coast. Peter and Neal lay in each other’s arms, sleeping, the flickering candles leaving long shadows in Neal’s bedroom.
“That’s nice,” Peter’s dick said.
“Thank you.”
“But I don’t think the song means what you think it means.”
“What? He misses his lover. It’s romantic.”
“He threatens to kill himself.”
“It’s tragic.”
“He’s, um, he’s cheating on his wife.”
Neal’s dick paused. “Oh. OH! Oh, no, no, no.”
“It’s OK. What we do isn’t cheating.”
“It kind of is.”
“But we have no morals, bubbeleh. We’re sex organs.”
“Oh, come on. We love. We laugh. We weep…”
“And we go where they put us. I’m not complaining, but we don’t usually get much choice in the matter.”
“That’s not true…Neal still lets me see Judy.”
“Neal is an unusually kind and understanding man.”
“But what we do together…th-that’s cheating, isn’t it?”
Neal’s dick was suddenly on the verge of tears. He loved Peter’s peter, but, being a dick, rarely thought much beyond the current day. His naturally sunny disposition meant he was pleased to be wherever Neal was, feel whatever Neal was feeling, to bolster him whenever he needed encouragement or cheering up, advise him when it was needed. The fact he had an independent relationship with Sara’s pussy, Judy, was a rarity in their world. But he’d never given much thought to the consequences for others that their relationships had.
“It’s only cheating if you sneak around behind someone’s back. Peter and Elizabeth have an understanding.”
Neal’s dick sniffled. “They do?”
“Of course. Theirs is a unique relationship. You should not worry about it, my darling.” Peter’s dick nudged itself comfortingly against Neal’s.
“If you say so. I would hate to think we made anyone sad or unhappy.” He sniffled again, but soon settled against Peter’s dick more comfortably, his anxiety forgotten.
Outside, the wind gusted, rattling the terrace doors in their frames. Above them, Neal started in his sleep and made a small whimper. His dick clucked nervously.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Peter’s dick asked, concerned.
“It’s Neal. He doesn’t do well in storms, never has. He was in a tornado as a child.”
“Oh, the poor thing.”
The wind whistled and roared as it assailed the grand old mansion, and Neal whined a small, “No,” in his sleep.
“What’s to be done?” Peter’s dick fretted. “There, there, Neal. Oh!”
“When he was little, I used to sing him lullabies in his sleep to soothe him.”
“Do it. I think you should.”
“Do you want to help? I think we’d harmonize well together.”
“Oh no. I’d be too self-conscious.”
“OK,” Neal’s dick said, sounding disappointed. Then he began to hum the tune to a well-known song, keeping the tempo quick and light, before starting in on the lyrics,
“Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream,
Really do come true-ue-uuuue.”
Neal sighed in his sleep, but he seemed to relax as his dick continued.
“Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops,
Away above the chimney tops,
That's where you'll find me.”
In his sleep, Peter tightened his arms around his lover, buried his nose in his hair and sighed. Neal calmed completely. “Aw, would you look at that?” Peter’s dick whispered.
“He really likes that song. His grandmother used to sing it to him when he was a baby,” Neal’s dick reminisced. “You should join in next time. I bet you are very good.”
“Oh, no. I’m very self-conscious. It’s not for me.”
“If you say so, but I’ll bet you have a very beautiful voice.”
“Never you mind. Go to sleep, my darling.”
“Maybe you will sing to me some day.”
“Mmmm,” Peter’s dick replied noncommittally. They lay snuggled up to each other in contented silence for several minutes. When it was clear that Neal’s dick was sleeping, Peter’s peter began to sing in a soft whisper.
“Good night, sleep tight
Now the sun turns out his light
Good night, sleep tight
Dream sweet dreams for me
Dream sweet dreams for you.”
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Thank you for your time.
A/N: The song Peter’s dick sings is “Good Night” by the Beatles.