So, I read this last night and laughed and laughed and laughed and then passed out from exhaustion before I could leave feedback. So I'm back to re-read and laugh and laugh and laugh again, and be better about the Telling You What I Loved stuff.
"Mikey's got no feeling left in his dick, as much as he whacks off; he'd think a garbage bag was tight." Bwahahahahaha. The mental image. God.
tall, dork, and gangly Oh, Jared. *pets him all over*
And then Rosenbaum's whole reaction to the Smutbox. Too funny. I mean, yeah, the initial shock and horror must've been through the roof, but once that'd had a chance to settle down, the whole thing probably would've been hilarious.
"Yeah, with all you WB fags, it's hard for me to get any pussy around here; glad I've got my sweet and sour tit candy to keep me happy." Mike's dropping into a realm of sarcasm only usually used for cooling nitrogen into a liquid. Oh, MIKE. You should be droll and sarcastic ALL THE TIME.
Tom watches through the ring as Jared opens the door and shuts it behind him. How the frig did I miss that line last night? I just choked on my tea. Oh, holy balls, that's funny.
"You let some nutzoid fan give you that shit? And you didn't haul off and slug her? Rosie, this is your honor we're talking here." Oh, JARED. You're such a dorky puppy. Love.
"He's hardly impartial," Tom snarks, but nobody's listening to him. Heh.
"Just ask Jensen," they say in unison, and Jensen's eyes widen. ...and laughed and laughed and laughed.
Jared looks at Tom, up and down a couple times. The he nods and says, "Well at least he didn't go for the bald one." Jensen's hand touches the doorknob. "Don't even think about it, Jen. You've still got a score to settle here." Heeee!
"You are, by an inch. You can read that in Teen People." Again, with the choking on the tea. Oh, man, can you imagine the brouhaha that'd ensue of Teen People actually...? Oh, that's priceless.
"I think our little dispute is one you can settle, huh, Jen?" He reaches up and wraps his hand around Jensen's neck and pulls him in for a kiss. It's deep and slow, and Tom feels dirty for watching, like it's something he wasn't meant to see, but he's definitely turned on. After all, he knows how Jensen kisses. And then I died and was dead and it was a happy happy time.
he's so totally switched on in the moment that the very smell of Jared's skin may do him in. Drew: 200, Coherency: -50
"Can't a guy take a couple of measurements in peace around here?" Jensen says, still at crotch-height, his voice slightly muffled by the miles of tanned skin above him. Oh. Gyah. Snarky and sexy and *flail*.
they haven't yet invented the adjectives he'd need You'n me both, Tommy. You'n me both.
The noises Jared's making feel like moaning in reverse, guttural insistence flooding him from the outside. Tom imagines Jared without Tom's mouth to contain him, a loud stretch of twentysomething with an absolutely filthy vocabulary. There are no words to describe how much I love this. It's an absolutely *perfect* description.
Jared pulls at his boxers, hoists his jeans, and does up his belt, all the while grinning like a fool at Jensen, who tries and fails to look serious. "I'm gonna nail you to the wall tonight." Drew: 5,000,000. Coherency: -1 frillion.
"The kind who also tells him he's landed a catch, doofus." Laughing, Jensen presses his nose to Jared's temple and whispers something in Jared's ear. Jared beams. I am grinning like a loon here. This is adorable.
And the graphics! And the eight frillion different soundtrack covers! (And I'm really sorry I didn't contribute; in the midst of a cleaning frenzy yesterday I threw out the paper that had the list of songs I wanted to upload and promptly forgot about it.) And the soundtrack itself! And everything! You guys win at Smutbox.
"Mikey's got no feeling left in his dick, as much as he whacks off; he'd think a garbage bag was tight."
Bwahahahahaha. The mental image. God.
tall, dork, and gangly
Oh, Jared. *pets him all over*
And then Rosenbaum's whole reaction to the Smutbox. Too funny. I mean, yeah, the initial shock and horror must've been through the roof, but once that'd had a chance to settle down, the whole thing probably would've been hilarious.
"Yeah, with all you WB fags, it's hard for me to get any pussy around here; glad I've got my sweet and sour tit candy to keep me happy." Mike's dropping into a realm of sarcasm only usually used for cooling nitrogen into a liquid.
Oh, MIKE. You should be droll and sarcastic ALL THE TIME.
Tom watches through the ring as Jared opens the door and shuts it behind him.
How the frig did I miss that line last night? I just choked on my tea. Oh, holy balls, that's funny.
"You let some nutzoid fan give you that shit? And you didn't haul off and slug her? Rosie, this is your honor we're talking here."
Oh, JARED. You're such a dorky puppy. Love.
"He's hardly impartial," Tom snarks, but nobody's listening to him.
Heh.
"Just ask Jensen," they say in unison, and Jensen's eyes widen.
...and laughed and laughed and laughed.
Jared looks at Tom, up and down a couple times. The he nods and says, "Well at least he didn't go for the bald one." Jensen's hand touches the doorknob. "Don't even think about it, Jen. You've still got a score to settle here."
Heeee!
"You are, by an inch. You can read that in Teen People."
Again, with the choking on the tea. Oh, man, can you imagine the brouhaha that'd ensue of Teen People actually...? Oh, that's priceless.
"I think our little dispute is one you can settle, huh, Jen?" He reaches up and wraps his hand around Jensen's neck and pulls him in for a kiss. It's deep and slow, and Tom feels dirty for watching, like it's something he wasn't meant to see, but he's definitely turned on. After all, he knows how Jensen kisses.
And then I died and was dead and it was a happy happy time.
he's so totally switched on in the moment that the very smell of Jared's skin may do him in.
Drew: 200, Coherency: -50
"Can't a guy take a couple of measurements in peace around here?" Jensen says, still at crotch-height, his voice slightly muffled by the miles of tanned skin above him.
Oh. Gyah. Snarky and sexy and *flail*.
they haven't yet invented the adjectives he'd need
You'n me both, Tommy. You'n me both.
The noises Jared's making feel like moaning in reverse, guttural insistence flooding him from the outside. Tom imagines Jared without Tom's mouth to contain him, a loud stretch of twentysomething with an absolutely filthy vocabulary.
There are no words to describe how much I love this. It's an absolutely *perfect* description.
Jared pulls at his boxers, hoists his jeans, and does up his belt, all the while grinning like a fool at Jensen, who tries and fails to look serious. "I'm gonna nail you to the wall tonight."
Drew: 5,000,000. Coherency: -1 frillion.
"The kind who also tells him he's landed a catch, doofus." Laughing, Jensen presses his nose to Jared's temple and whispers something in Jared's ear. Jared beams.
I am grinning like a loon here. This is adorable.
And the graphics! And the eight frillion different soundtrack covers! (And I'm really sorry I didn't contribute; in the midst of a cleaning frenzy yesterday I threw out the paper that had the list of songs I wanted to upload and promptly forgot about it.) And the soundtrack itself! And everything! You guys win at Smutbox.
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You guys win at Smutbox.
Well, as Caleb keeps going on and on about how "nobody can out-gay the gays!", this comes as a vindication. Thanks again!
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