FIRST FIC
The FIRST FIC has been emailed to me for the SOR_FICEXCHANGE!
And....
HERE IT IS!
Title: Aren't We Naughty
Rating: R-ish, for some mildly graphic descriptions
Ship: Freddy/Zack, implied Katie/Summer
Summary: Talking with Summer and Katie one day gives Freddy an interesting idea.
Prompt: just out of highschool, the colour orange, something new
(Hitome's note: For siren_mage)
Rating: R-ish, for some mildly graphic descriptions
Ship: Freddy/Zack, implied Katie/Summer
Summary: Talking with Summer and Katie one day gives Freddy an interesting idea.
Prompt: just out of highschool, the colour orange, something new
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Sexuality is a questionable subject for every person at one time or another. It is a question of “which way they’ll swing”, not just for one night, but also for the rest of their lives. For Freddy and Zack, long time best friends but only recently lovers, it was something that took their entire teen years and a bit more to figure out. The reason was fairly evident in itself; they just didn’t think it was normal for a fairly popular rock band to have two gay members. Only recently, after they had graduated, did they admit their liking for the same sex, and to their surprise, the band was nothing short of supportive.
It was on lethargic days similar to this, as they sat next to each other, that they appreciated being accepted in their tight-knit group. Of course, as expected, the two boys, Katie and Summer had gotten quite accustomed to each other. There were no vendettas; it was just nice, friendly outings together.
However, their conversations strayed from interesting to awkward most of the time because the two girls would fall into old habit and make an irrational comment. Nonetheless, they got along well.
_________
The local coffee shop at this time of day was tiresome. Most of the people were busy at work or shopping, and frankly had no time to “hang”. Of course, the group didn’t have to worry about school anymore, as they had graduated a year previous. So, it was the perfect time for the fantastic four to have a genuine conversation without the peering eyes of the overly curious public. Due to this fact, Freddy and Zack sat close to each other, their thighs lightly brushing against the other and occasionally, they would reach out and lace fingers while speaking. Switching positions, Zack let one leg rest over both of Freddy’s, and the other to remain on the floor. Across from the two sat Katie and Summer, looking at a brand new Victoria Secret magazine.
“Those are so cute!” Summer exclaimed happily, pointing at a pair of panties. Katie nodded in agreement.
“I think I have them…”
“Yeah, I remember you having them on the other day,” Summer stopped abruptly. “I mean, I remember you telling me about them.”
Both Freddy and Zack suppressed their giggles. It was very often that the two females spoke of very girly things. They did suspect, in turn, that Katie and Summer did it on purpose so they would avoid getting any childish questions from the boys. However, occasionally, they would intervene ignorantly.
“Are they really that comfortable?” Freddy asked innocently.
Katie raised her eyes from the magazine. “Sure, for females, I guess. I tend to prefer these.”
She casually flipped the book around to show a particularly bright assortment of cotton thongs. The boys cringed uncomfortably.
“Please, Katie, keep the things under your pants a secret,” Zack said, ending the conversation. Katie scowled, and returned to her magazine.
However, Freddy noticed a gleam in Zack’s eye after Katie flipped the book back around, and got an innovative idea.
“Look, I’ll see you guys later,” he said, leaning over and kissing Zack lightly. “I have to run some errands.”
And with that, Freddy Jones rushed out the coffee shop door, the chimes jingling in his hurried absence.
_______
Freddy’s car was a crappy little T-Bird, rusty and falling apart, but with a vivid expression of rebellion. It was a faded burgundy, the only colour that Freddy managed to find the box-on-wheels in, and rust bordered the edges. It was a bad car, barely able to make it up a hill, but it was Freddy’s bad car, and he enjoyed it. However, a budding musician wasn’t a high paying profession, and the car was a keeper.
He lightly tapped his fingers on the edge of the leather steering wheel as he drove down the street. Normally, his route would have taken him straight to Zack’s place, but today he was looking to do something new, to buy something new. As the song he was tapping to ended, he pulled up in front of his intended target, a lingerie store called “Aren’t we Naughty”, the store that Katie and Summer frequently visited. The windows were filled with bright mannequins sporting cute little two-piece lingerie sets that made Freddy cock his head at. However, he was here to do something new, so with a loss of dignity, he stepped out of the car and into the shop.
Really, Freddy had no clue what he was looking for. He just kept remembering Zack, and how he wanted to take their relationship to the next level. The only thing that crossed his mind was to search for a piece of…macho lingerie that would be worn for intimate purposes.
He walked over to a table filled with bras. There were tons of different kinds and colours, and Freddy felt uncomfortable being in front of it. Overtop of the table was a sign that read “2 for 1”. He shook his head.
“I cannot believe I’m doing this…”
He moved onto the next table, one with cute little panties on it and the big, white “2 for 1” sign once again. Freddy picked up a pair and held it up in front of his face. He raised an eyebrow, and tried to understand how women got into them in the first place. He guessed that this was the reason why men had boxers, and not panties.
“May I help you, sir?” a female voice called out. Freddy yelped and jumped, turning around fast and knocked the sign onto the floor. The lady gave a smirk.
“Uh, sure. Yes. I’m looking for some of those bright string underwear, for my girlfriend…Betty.”
The girl was young and attractive. Her blonde hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, and her eyes were bordered in smoky eyeliner. She was just a bit shorter than himself, and looked at him with hungry, blue eyes. Freddy eyed her cautiously; unsure of whether implying that he was straight was a good thing. However, he didn’t think he could live with himself if people found out that he was the one to be wearing the thong.
“You mean the thongs?” she asked, leaning over the table. She reached for a bright orange one, and held it up in front of him. “This is what I’m wearing.”
Freddy squinted his eyes, trying to figure out if he would be capable of fitting into the underwear or not. He didn’t think he was able to explain how to get the right size for his body type, as he guessed that the petite size she held up would not be able to keep things tucked in. Unfortunately, he had never considered buying women’s lingerie for himself, and had no knowledge of the sizes.
“What size would I need for her? She’s about as thick as I am,” he explained carefully, shifting his eyes. Hopefully, she wouldn’t find a flaw in his lie. Freddy certainly wasn’t an overweight person, but for a female, this was a broad body type.
She sized him up, furrowing her eyebrows in concentration. “Well, I would take a large if she is like you. You must have a very manly lady friend, sir.”
“You have no idea,” he responded quickly, snatching the orange thong from her prying hands and sprinting for the sales desk.
_________
Once Freddy had gotten out of the store, he wasn't sure of what to do. He planned on sporting the new purchase on his date with Zack later that night, but he guessed that he would need a good hour to get used to having string shoved up his ass. He felt awkward holding the bag as well, and caught a few men giving suspicious glares in his direction.
When he finally got to his car, he popped open the trunk and threw it in carelessly. He swung it shut with a loud bang, and sighed. It seemed, he thought, that women had too much to worry about.
After a few minutes of contemplation, he hopped into the front seat and sped off to his house, almost dreading having to put the knickers on.
“It’s all for Zack,” he mumbled dejectedly, clutching the steering wheel so that his knuckled turned white.
________
That night was painful. Throughout their date, Freddy felt like he had the biggest wedgie on earth, and would not be able to rid of it. However, he did notice a change in texture, as this type of underwear felt nicer in the front region.
Even Zack seemed to notice the drummer’s occasional absence, as his thoughts would waver in and out of the orange thong. Their evening, aside from that, was pleasant. Zack had made a nice home-cooked meal, and after they were finished dining they cuddled and watched a movie on Zack’s couch. The events made Freddy so happy that he almost forgot about his garment problem for a few minutes.
It wasn’t until the movie credits were rolling that Zack decided to bring up his concern, and leaned over casually, touching his lips with Freddy’s.
“You seem distracted,” he said, placing kisses on Freddy’s jaw. “Are you alright?”
Freddy let out a laugh. He was absolutely in heaven, actually, and he started to feel bad for thinking about his underwear problem most of the night.
“I’m good,” Freddy replied, pausing for a moment. “Hey - what would you think if a guy you knew wore a thong?”
Somehow, the comment seemed to stall time for a few moments, as Zack tried to think of an answer. He actually didn’t mind the prospect that Freddy introduced, but he wasn’t exactly sure why they were talking about it in the first place.
The apartment they were in was seemingly dead inside. Zack’s house was neatly decorated, but nothing extravagant. There were no brightly coloured pictures or wall hangings, and there were no huge pieces of unique furniture. This was precisely why Freddy enjoyed it here more than anyplace else, because everything was so delightfully laid back. It was just easy be in each other’s arms and watching a movie, and neither of the boys wanted to leave.
“I wouldn’t mind,” Zack answered, finally seeming to find his voice.
Freddy’s heart leapt up into his throat, and he debated on whether Zack would like his surprise, or not.
“What would you say if I told you that I was wearing one?”
Zack smirked playfully. However thick the boy might have been, he did expect Freddy to do something like this after the coffee shop incident. He thought it was adorable that Freddy would do something like this for him, and almost laughed at thinking about what he did inside the store buying the item.
“Well, I would say that I think it’s totally sexy and I want to see it.”
Zack positioned himself between Freddy’s legs lying down, and smirked again as he felt his partner’s manhood harden beneath him. It excited him to think that Freddy was so easily stimulated, and he felt his stomach fluttering nervously.
He flipped around, and kissed Freddy passionately, their tongues dancing around each other and exploring. It was hard to say where this little meeting would lead, and suddenly as Freddy thought about it, he felt Zack unzip his jeans.
“Orange? My favourite colour…” he said smoothly.
Freddy was about to respond with a witty comment, as he was well known for. Perhaps a “you said your favourite colour was green”, but his thinking process stopped as he felt Zack’s lips on his growing erection. Everything he felt seemed to stop dead in their tracks.
He leaned his head back and outwardly groaned. Zack’s expert tongue danced along the shaft and tip. It was weird being pleasured by somebody other than himself, but he liked it, and Zack knew it. Freddy lovingly reached out and ran his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair.
As he came with a muffled grunt, Zack returned to his lips and kissed him gently. A pleasured Freddy, still breathless, smiled.
“Fuck, I have to wear these more often.”
FIN.
And....
HERE IT IS!
Title: Aren't We Naughty
Rating: R-ish, for some mildly graphic descriptions
Ship: Freddy/Zack, implied Katie/Summer
Summary: Talking with Summer and Katie one day gives Freddy an interesting idea.
Prompt: just out of highschool, the colour orange, something new
(Hitome's note: For siren_mage)
Rating: R-ish, for some mildly graphic descriptions
Ship: Freddy/Zack, implied Katie/Summer
Summary: Talking with Summer and Katie one day gives Freddy an interesting idea.
Prompt: just out of highschool, the colour orange, something new
_____________
Sexuality is a questionable subject for every person at one time or another. It is a question of “which way they’ll swing”, not just for one night, but also for the rest of their lives. For Freddy and Zack, long time best friends but only recently lovers, it was something that took their entire teen years and a bit more to figure out. The reason was fairly evident in itself; they just didn’t think it was normal for a fairly popular rock band to have two gay members. Only recently, after they had graduated, did they admit their liking for the same sex, and to their surprise, the band was nothing short of supportive.
It was on lethargic days similar to this, as they sat next to each other, that they appreciated being accepted in their tight-knit group. Of course, as expected, the two boys, Katie and Summer had gotten quite accustomed to each other. There were no vendettas; it was just nice, friendly outings together.
However, their conversations strayed from interesting to awkward most of the time because the two girls would fall into old habit and make an irrational comment. Nonetheless, they got along well.
_________
The local coffee shop at this time of day was tiresome. Most of the people were busy at work or shopping, and frankly had no time to “hang”. Of course, the group didn’t have to worry about school anymore, as they had graduated a year previous. So, it was the perfect time for the fantastic four to have a genuine conversation without the peering eyes of the overly curious public. Due to this fact, Freddy and Zack sat close to each other, their thighs lightly brushing against the other and occasionally, they would reach out and lace fingers while speaking. Switching positions, Zack let one leg rest over both of Freddy’s, and the other to remain on the floor. Across from the two sat Katie and Summer, looking at a brand new Victoria Secret magazine.
“Those are so cute!” Summer exclaimed happily, pointing at a pair of panties. Katie nodded in agreement.
“I think I have them…”
“Yeah, I remember you having them on the other day,” Summer stopped abruptly. “I mean, I remember you telling me about them.”
Both Freddy and Zack suppressed their giggles. It was very often that the two females spoke of very girly things. They did suspect, in turn, that Katie and Summer did it on purpose so they would avoid getting any childish questions from the boys. However, occasionally, they would intervene ignorantly.
“Are they really that comfortable?” Freddy asked innocently.
Katie raised her eyes from the magazine. “Sure, for females, I guess. I tend to prefer these.”
She casually flipped the book around to show a particularly bright assortment of cotton thongs. The boys cringed uncomfortably.
“Please, Katie, keep the things under your pants a secret,” Zack said, ending the conversation. Katie scowled, and returned to her magazine.
However, Freddy noticed a gleam in Zack’s eye after Katie flipped the book back around, and got an innovative idea.
“Look, I’ll see you guys later,” he said, leaning over and kissing Zack lightly. “I have to run some errands.”
And with that, Freddy Jones rushed out the coffee shop door, the chimes jingling in his hurried absence.
_______
Freddy’s car was a crappy little T-Bird, rusty and falling apart, but with a vivid expression of rebellion. It was a faded burgundy, the only colour that Freddy managed to find the box-on-wheels in, and rust bordered the edges. It was a bad car, barely able to make it up a hill, but it was Freddy’s bad car, and he enjoyed it. However, a budding musician wasn’t a high paying profession, and the car was a keeper.
He lightly tapped his fingers on the edge of the leather steering wheel as he drove down the street. Normally, his route would have taken him straight to Zack’s place, but today he was looking to do something new, to buy something new. As the song he was tapping to ended, he pulled up in front of his intended target, a lingerie store called “Aren’t we Naughty”, the store that Katie and Summer frequently visited. The windows were filled with bright mannequins sporting cute little two-piece lingerie sets that made Freddy cock his head at. However, he was here to do something new, so with a loss of dignity, he stepped out of the car and into the shop.
Really, Freddy had no clue what he was looking for. He just kept remembering Zack, and how he wanted to take their relationship to the next level. The only thing that crossed his mind was to search for a piece of…macho lingerie that would be worn for intimate purposes.
He walked over to a table filled with bras. There were tons of different kinds and colours, and Freddy felt uncomfortable being in front of it. Overtop of the table was a sign that read “2 for 1”. He shook his head.
“I cannot believe I’m doing this…”
He moved onto the next table, one with cute little panties on it and the big, white “2 for 1” sign once again. Freddy picked up a pair and held it up in front of his face. He raised an eyebrow, and tried to understand how women got into them in the first place. He guessed that this was the reason why men had boxers, and not panties.
“May I help you, sir?” a female voice called out. Freddy yelped and jumped, turning around fast and knocked the sign onto the floor. The lady gave a smirk.
“Uh, sure. Yes. I’m looking for some of those bright string underwear, for my girlfriend…Betty.”
The girl was young and attractive. Her blonde hair was tied back in a messy ponytail, and her eyes were bordered in smoky eyeliner. She was just a bit shorter than himself, and looked at him with hungry, blue eyes. Freddy eyed her cautiously; unsure of whether implying that he was straight was a good thing. However, he didn’t think he could live with himself if people found out that he was the one to be wearing the thong.
“You mean the thongs?” she asked, leaning over the table. She reached for a bright orange one, and held it up in front of him. “This is what I’m wearing.”
Freddy squinted his eyes, trying to figure out if he would be capable of fitting into the underwear or not. He didn’t think he was able to explain how to get the right size for his body type, as he guessed that the petite size she held up would not be able to keep things tucked in. Unfortunately, he had never considered buying women’s lingerie for himself, and had no knowledge of the sizes.
“What size would I need for her? She’s about as thick as I am,” he explained carefully, shifting his eyes. Hopefully, she wouldn’t find a flaw in his lie. Freddy certainly wasn’t an overweight person, but for a female, this was a broad body type.
She sized him up, furrowing her eyebrows in concentration. “Well, I would take a large if she is like you. You must have a very manly lady friend, sir.”
“You have no idea,” he responded quickly, snatching the orange thong from her prying hands and sprinting for the sales desk.
_________
Once Freddy had gotten out of the store, he wasn't sure of what to do. He planned on sporting the new purchase on his date with Zack later that night, but he guessed that he would need a good hour to get used to having string shoved up his ass. He felt awkward holding the bag as well, and caught a few men giving suspicious glares in his direction.
When he finally got to his car, he popped open the trunk and threw it in carelessly. He swung it shut with a loud bang, and sighed. It seemed, he thought, that women had too much to worry about.
After a few minutes of contemplation, he hopped into the front seat and sped off to his house, almost dreading having to put the knickers on.
“It’s all for Zack,” he mumbled dejectedly, clutching the steering wheel so that his knuckled turned white.
________
That night was painful. Throughout their date, Freddy felt like he had the biggest wedgie on earth, and would not be able to rid of it. However, he did notice a change in texture, as this type of underwear felt nicer in the front region.
Even Zack seemed to notice the drummer’s occasional absence, as his thoughts would waver in and out of the orange thong. Their evening, aside from that, was pleasant. Zack had made a nice home-cooked meal, and after they were finished dining they cuddled and watched a movie on Zack’s couch. The events made Freddy so happy that he almost forgot about his garment problem for a few minutes.
It wasn’t until the movie credits were rolling that Zack decided to bring up his concern, and leaned over casually, touching his lips with Freddy’s.
“You seem distracted,” he said, placing kisses on Freddy’s jaw. “Are you alright?”
Freddy let out a laugh. He was absolutely in heaven, actually, and he started to feel bad for thinking about his underwear problem most of the night.
“I’m good,” Freddy replied, pausing for a moment. “Hey - what would you think if a guy you knew wore a thong?”
Somehow, the comment seemed to stall time for a few moments, as Zack tried to think of an answer. He actually didn’t mind the prospect that Freddy introduced, but he wasn’t exactly sure why they were talking about it in the first place.
The apartment they were in was seemingly dead inside. Zack’s house was neatly decorated, but nothing extravagant. There were no brightly coloured pictures or wall hangings, and there were no huge pieces of unique furniture. This was precisely why Freddy enjoyed it here more than anyplace else, because everything was so delightfully laid back. It was just easy be in each other’s arms and watching a movie, and neither of the boys wanted to leave.
“I wouldn’t mind,” Zack answered, finally seeming to find his voice.
Freddy’s heart leapt up into his throat, and he debated on whether Zack would like his surprise, or not.
“What would you say if I told you that I was wearing one?”
Zack smirked playfully. However thick the boy might have been, he did expect Freddy to do something like this after the coffee shop incident. He thought it was adorable that Freddy would do something like this for him, and almost laughed at thinking about what he did inside the store buying the item.
“Well, I would say that I think it’s totally sexy and I want to see it.”
Zack positioned himself between Freddy’s legs lying down, and smirked again as he felt his partner’s manhood harden beneath him. It excited him to think that Freddy was so easily stimulated, and he felt his stomach fluttering nervously.
He flipped around, and kissed Freddy passionately, their tongues dancing around each other and exploring. It was hard to say where this little meeting would lead, and suddenly as Freddy thought about it, he felt Zack unzip his jeans.
“Orange? My favourite colour…” he said smoothly.
Freddy was about to respond with a witty comment, as he was well known for. Perhaps a “you said your favourite colour was green”, but his thinking process stopped as he felt Zack’s lips on his growing erection. Everything he felt seemed to stop dead in their tracks.
He leaned his head back and outwardly groaned. Zack’s expert tongue danced along the shaft and tip. It was weird being pleasured by somebody other than himself, but he liked it, and Zack knew it. Freddy lovingly reached out and ran his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair.
As he came with a muffled grunt, Zack returned to his lips and kissed him gently. A pleasured Freddy, still breathless, smiled.
“Fuck, I have to wear these more often.”
FIN.