Fic: Desire's Thrall (Or, Romance Novel Nightmare), Chapter 8
Title: Desire's Thrall (Or, Romance Novel Nightmare)
Chapter 8
Author: she_burns1
Pairing: Bret/Jemaine, Bret/Jemayn, Bretta/Jemayn (...it'll make sense when you read it)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,090
Summary: Bret gets transported into a romance novel. No, really.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The plot is all mine. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: Crack!Fic
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Bret awoke to find himself alone in Jemayn's big bed. He sat up slowly, rubbing at his drowsy eyes and found the room was right on the edge of being repressively warm. But just that edge. The temperature felt so good, it tried to coax him back to sleep but his mind slowly began to filter back to what had happened when last he was awake.
Jemayn's mouth on him, Jemayn's hands, everywhere...
Bret blushed and pressed his hands to his face as a smile tugged at his lips, his mind whispering, oh my god, we did this and this and this...
He wanted to bury his head in his pillow and giggle and let himself be overwhelmed by his shyness but it seemed silly now, so he slowly got to his feet. The stone floor seemed like ice in comparison to the welcoming bed, but he forced himself into action.
Still, he couldn't help another lingering look at the large bed, with its' messy bedraggled collection of covers and its opulent frame. Bret ran his finger over the headboard of the bed. It was carved wood and was a strange sort of collection of bars weaved together. He wondered before why he had not noticed before how elaborate it was. It also had the strangest thing, in that two silk strips of cloth seemed to be tied to parts of it. He wondered what that was about when suddenly he noticed something much more strange and alarming.
He was totally naked.
Bret's blush returned, worse than ever, as he remembered Jemayn stripping his ruined, wet clothes from him. Bret fought off the urge to grab one of the blankets from the bed, knowing that he really just needed a new pair of clothing. But where?
Bret tip-toed to the bedroom door and carefully peeked his head out. No one in the hall. Good. Socorra had mentioned that Bretta's room was right across the hall, and Bret had spent one night there, though he had not done much riffling through it. If he was in Bretta's body, than certainly Bretta's clothing would fit him.
Seeing the hall empty he was quickly and stealthy as possible snuck into the other room. He slammed the door behind him in his hurry to escape into a place where his nudity could not be seen. Once inside he poked around until he found something suitable to wear.
Once dressed, he felt much better, and much more himself, though his thoughts kept floating back to encounter with Jemayn. Bret still didn't know how he had let himself get so caught up like that. There was just something about the other man...he was so sure of himself that it was charismatic. Bret wondered, if Jemaine was more confidant, more forceful, would he come across like that.
Bret tried to imagine Jemaine like Jemayn and the thought made him laugh a little. It was all so ridiculous. They were the same person but not. And the idea of Jemaine coming to him, all forceful and confidant and having him in his bed, kissing him, teasing him, licking, sucking...
Bret gulped and realized with some dismay that the idea of it was making him hard. He shifted about on his feet, willing his oncoming erection to go away. What was the matter with him? What was happening? Only a day ago he would have been horrified at even entertaining such thoughts and now they wouldn't seem to go away.
Gay.
Christ.
Bret rubbed at his eyes.
He was a bit gay. Or part gay. Or all gay.
Bret's lips screwed from side to side. Hmm. Gay. Well...
Bret wasn't like Jemaine. In fact he was, in many ways, his polar opposite. Jemaine constantly worried about things and was a bit gloomy, while Bret was more lighthearted and optimistic. A tad too innocent for his own good, perhaps, but over all...
Bret was easy going.
And as the terror of the thing, of the idea, began to wash away, Bret could feel himself coming more and more to terms with it in a way that Jemaine never could if the situations were reversed.
Bret, gay.
Bret took a deep breath and nodded.
Okay.
Okay.
He could live with it.
He didn't see himself dressing up in silly costumes or running down the streets shouting it from the top of his lungs or anything, but he could deal with it. After all, he wasn't all that different from the person he was all along. The only thing that had changed was the realization that apparently he wasn't as opposed to man-man twosomes as he thought he was.
Especially if Jemayn was involved.
Bret bit his lip and smiled shyly and wondered where the other man had gotten off to. He left his bedroom and started exploring the big house for his new friend (lover?) and he didn't get far before someone stepped into his path, startling him.
Bret gasped, pressing a hand to his heart, speaking before thinking, "Eugene! You scared the life out of me, man!"
"You are close, but not quite correct, here I am Eugenios and Bret," he said solemnly, "Remember, the answer lies through water."
Bret blinked, shocked to hear the words again, "I...what?"
"You cannot stay here," Eugenious said, eyes hooded, voice as creepy and eerie as Eugene's could be on its worst day, "You're getting what you want, but not what you need. You are so close to the solution but soon things will begin to unravel. His blood will be spilt. His skin white as ice and he will die. Unless you find the answer."
"Wh-what?" Bret breathed, sincerely and truly frightened.
"Don't forget, the answer lies through water," Eugenious repeated and then, in the flash of an eye, he was gone as if he had never been there.
Bret gasped, pressing a hand to his chest, heart hammering, his blood thrumming with fear. What had just happened? What had all that meant? Bret found his feet moving, running, as he went through the house, the terror lodged deep inside him, movement the only thing close to getting it out.
Chapter 8
Author: she_burns1
Pairing: Bret/Jemaine, Bret/Jemayn, Bretta/Jemayn (...it'll make sense when you read it)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,090
Summary: Bret gets transported into a romance novel. No, really.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The plot is all mine. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: Crack!Fic
Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Bret awoke to find himself alone in Jemayn's big bed. He sat up slowly, rubbing at his drowsy eyes and found the room was right on the edge of being repressively warm. But just that edge. The temperature felt so good, it tried to coax him back to sleep but his mind slowly began to filter back to what had happened when last he was awake.
Jemayn's mouth on him, Jemayn's hands, everywhere...
Bret blushed and pressed his hands to his face as a smile tugged at his lips, his mind whispering, oh my god, we did this and this and this...
He wanted to bury his head in his pillow and giggle and let himself be overwhelmed by his shyness but it seemed silly now, so he slowly got to his feet. The stone floor seemed like ice in comparison to the welcoming bed, but he forced himself into action.
Still, he couldn't help another lingering look at the large bed, with its' messy bedraggled collection of covers and its opulent frame. Bret ran his finger over the headboard of the bed. It was carved wood and was a strange sort of collection of bars weaved together. He wondered before why he had not noticed before how elaborate it was. It also had the strangest thing, in that two silk strips of cloth seemed to be tied to parts of it. He wondered what that was about when suddenly he noticed something much more strange and alarming.
He was totally naked.
Bret's blush returned, worse than ever, as he remembered Jemayn stripping his ruined, wet clothes from him. Bret fought off the urge to grab one of the blankets from the bed, knowing that he really just needed a new pair of clothing. But where?
Bret tip-toed to the bedroom door and carefully peeked his head out. No one in the hall. Good. Socorra had mentioned that Bretta's room was right across the hall, and Bret had spent one night there, though he had not done much riffling through it. If he was in Bretta's body, than certainly Bretta's clothing would fit him.
Seeing the hall empty he was quickly and stealthy as possible snuck into the other room. He slammed the door behind him in his hurry to escape into a place where his nudity could not be seen. Once inside he poked around until he found something suitable to wear.
Once dressed, he felt much better, and much more himself, though his thoughts kept floating back to encounter with Jemayn. Bret still didn't know how he had let himself get so caught up like that. There was just something about the other man...he was so sure of himself that it was charismatic. Bret wondered, if Jemaine was more confidant, more forceful, would he come across like that.
Bret tried to imagine Jemaine like Jemayn and the thought made him laugh a little. It was all so ridiculous. They were the same person but not. And the idea of Jemaine coming to him, all forceful and confidant and having him in his bed, kissing him, teasing him, licking, sucking...
Bret gulped and realized with some dismay that the idea of it was making him hard. He shifted about on his feet, willing his oncoming erection to go away. What was the matter with him? What was happening? Only a day ago he would have been horrified at even entertaining such thoughts and now they wouldn't seem to go away.
Gay.
Christ.
Bret rubbed at his eyes.
He was a bit gay. Or part gay. Or all gay.
Bret's lips screwed from side to side. Hmm. Gay. Well...
Bret wasn't like Jemaine. In fact he was, in many ways, his polar opposite. Jemaine constantly worried about things and was a bit gloomy, while Bret was more lighthearted and optimistic. A tad too innocent for his own good, perhaps, but over all...
Bret was easy going.
And as the terror of the thing, of the idea, began to wash away, Bret could feel himself coming more and more to terms with it in a way that Jemaine never could if the situations were reversed.
Bret, gay.
Bret took a deep breath and nodded.
Okay.
Okay.
He could live with it.
He didn't see himself dressing up in silly costumes or running down the streets shouting it from the top of his lungs or anything, but he could deal with it. After all, he wasn't all that different from the person he was all along. The only thing that had changed was the realization that apparently he wasn't as opposed to man-man twosomes as he thought he was.
Especially if Jemayn was involved.
Bret bit his lip and smiled shyly and wondered where the other man had gotten off to. He left his bedroom and started exploring the big house for his new friend (lover?) and he didn't get far before someone stepped into his path, startling him.
Bret gasped, pressing a hand to his heart, speaking before thinking, "Eugene! You scared the life out of me, man!"
"You are close, but not quite correct, here I am Eugenios and Bret," he said solemnly, "Remember, the answer lies through water."
Bret blinked, shocked to hear the words again, "I...what?"
"You cannot stay here," Eugenious said, eyes hooded, voice as creepy and eerie as Eugene's could be on its worst day, "You're getting what you want, but not what you need. You are so close to the solution but soon things will begin to unravel. His blood will be spilt. His skin white as ice and he will die. Unless you find the answer."
"Wh-what?" Bret breathed, sincerely and truly frightened.
"Don't forget, the answer lies through water," Eugenious repeated and then, in the flash of an eye, he was gone as if he had never been there.
Bret gasped, pressing a hand to his chest, heart hammering, his blood thrumming with fear. What had just happened? What had all that meant? Bret found his feet moving, running, as he went through the house, the terror lodged deep inside him, movement the only thing close to getting it out.