Drabble Race 001: 28 October 2007: 1 Drabble Completed
Title: Stream of Consciousness
Pairing: Johnny/Zacky, A7X
Rating: Ehh, PG-13 for language.
Summary: Johnny's stream of consciousness has a strange way of jumping from one point to another.
Author's Notes: For hidethetheft, as part of Drabble Race October '07. withsunseteyes completed more drabbles than I did. Here's the one I finished.
"Do you think that's true?"
"What?"
"The whole... brown ones have less artificial coloring... 'cause chocolate's brown, so they have to be better for you than the other colors... thing?"
"No. That's stupid. Either way, you're still eating chocolate and a fuck-load of sugar."
"Hm. True."
"...That was so fucking random. Where'd that come from?"
"Eh... saw it in a movie once."
"And you just so happened to think of it now?"
"What's wrong with now? No time like the present, right?"
The short, purple-haired guitarist lifted his head from where it was crammed into the left corner of the bunk and blinked at the smaller bassist draped over his hips and stomach. He struggled to prop himself up on one elbow without shoving the other young man off of him entirely and with one dark brow arched, said in a deep, raw voice, "...Okay, but how does your brain jump from sex with me to brown M&M's?"
Johnny chuckled as he slid the upper portion of his torso further past the heavy, maroon curtains of Zacky's bottom bunk, and stretched one bare arm underneath it, hand crawling forwards in the darkness there for something bright green and round that stood out to his eye like a beacon amongst the dark-colored socks and other articles of clothing shoved up forgotten under there. "Well... if you would get your damn arm off of me," he grunted, "I could show you."
The older man grinned ferociously and lifted his hand from the bassist's posterior only to bring it back down again sharply on the pale, naked, right ass-cheek of his band mate. The sharp, resounding smack bounced off the walls of the confined space and there was a muffled, high-pitched yelp from under the cramped bunk. Zacky was rewarded for his ensuing laughter with a blindly swatting hand belonging to Johnny while the small musician struggled to get the rest of his body back inside the bunk.
"Jerk-off," Johnny growled as he rubbed at the angry red patch of skin on his ass with his own palm.
"Fairy." Zack kept grinning.
The bassist let the retort go and he held up the small round piece of candy he had dug out from under the bunk before the guitarist's eyes. "Aha!"
Zacky blinked again. "'Aha' what?"
"This is what made me think of -- ah shit."
Zacky's grin just seemed to get broader. "Yes, Johnny?"
"Shut up -- No! Shut the fuck up!"
The other musician burst into gales of laughter, his head thunking against the wall of the bunk as he let his torso drop back down, both arms moving to wrap around the bassist.
"Shut up! It was dark under there!"
Johnny's anger only made Zacky laugh more. "Johnny...
"I said shut up!"
"Why? It's okay that you can't tell the difference between an M&M and a Skittle!"
"Fuck you, fag." Johnny slapped the side of his fist against Zacky's pec, though he was grinning now too.
"Whatever you want, queer." And Johnny's come-back was curtly cut off by a pair of full lips crashing into his again.
Pairing: Johnny/Zacky, A7X
Rating: Ehh, PG-13 for language.
Summary: Johnny's stream of consciousness has a strange way of jumping from one point to another.
Author's Notes: For hidethetheft, as part of Drabble Race October '07. withsunseteyes completed more drabbles than I did. Here's the one I finished.
"Do you think that's true?"
"What?"
"The whole... brown ones have less artificial coloring... 'cause chocolate's brown, so they have to be better for you than the other colors... thing?"
"No. That's stupid. Either way, you're still eating chocolate and a fuck-load of sugar."
"Hm. True."
"...That was so fucking random. Where'd that come from?"
"Eh... saw it in a movie once."
"And you just so happened to think of it now?"
"What's wrong with now? No time like the present, right?"
The short, purple-haired guitarist lifted his head from where it was crammed into the left corner of the bunk and blinked at the smaller bassist draped over his hips and stomach. He struggled to prop himself up on one elbow without shoving the other young man off of him entirely and with one dark brow arched, said in a deep, raw voice, "...Okay, but how does your brain jump from sex with me to brown M&M's?"
Johnny chuckled as he slid the upper portion of his torso further past the heavy, maroon curtains of Zacky's bottom bunk, and stretched one bare arm underneath it, hand crawling forwards in the darkness there for something bright green and round that stood out to his eye like a beacon amongst the dark-colored socks and other articles of clothing shoved up forgotten under there. "Well... if you would get your damn arm off of me," he grunted, "I could show you."
The older man grinned ferociously and lifted his hand from the bassist's posterior only to bring it back down again sharply on the pale, naked, right ass-cheek of his band mate. The sharp, resounding smack bounced off the walls of the confined space and there was a muffled, high-pitched yelp from under the cramped bunk. Zacky was rewarded for his ensuing laughter with a blindly swatting hand belonging to Johnny while the small musician struggled to get the rest of his body back inside the bunk.
"Jerk-off," Johnny growled as he rubbed at the angry red patch of skin on his ass with his own palm.
"Fairy." Zack kept grinning.
The bassist let the retort go and he held up the small round piece of candy he had dug out from under the bunk before the guitarist's eyes. "Aha!"
Zacky blinked again. "'Aha' what?"
"This is what made me think of -- ah shit."
Zacky's grin just seemed to get broader. "Yes, Johnny?"
"Shut up -- No! Shut the fuck up!"
The other musician burst into gales of laughter, his head thunking against the wall of the bunk as he let his torso drop back down, both arms moving to wrap around the bassist.
"Shut up! It was dark under there!"
Johnny's anger only made Zacky laugh more. "Johnny...
"I said shut up!"
"Why? It's okay that you can't tell the difference between an M&M and a Skittle!"
"Fuck you, fag." Johnny slapped the side of his fist against Zacky's pec, though he was grinning now too.
"Whatever you want, queer." And Johnny's come-back was curtly cut off by a pair of full lips crashing into his again.