How many inches, again?
title: The Fifth. Part two.
author: liberating.labia
fandom: linkin park
rating: R
status: chaptered, unfinished
description: Brad's looking for a fifth member to complete his circle of friends. But what seems is not always what is.
note: i has much fic to be typed up.
part one
Rob’s already waiting by the gate, as instructed, when Brad and Mike walk up behind him. As they get close enough to hear him, they realize that he’s on the phone and probably doesn’t know that they’re there.
“…wait to see you. I miss you like crazy.” He turns and nods at the other two boys, then says, “Babe, I’ll call you later. Of course.” He ends the call with a fond smile, then looks at Mike and Brad. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Mike says with a smile that’s a bit forced.
They stand in awkward silence for a few minutes until Brad speaks up. “There,” he says, looking at a red luxury car that has just pulled up across the street. “Is that him?”
Mike eyes the driver and blushes. “Yea, that’s him.” He mumbles, already wishing this conversation would end. Brad always does this, usually in front of Will and John, who will in turn squeeze every last detail out of him.
“How many inches, again?” Brad asks, not interested in the answer at all. Brad knows how big Andrew’s dick is, and also doesn’t care. He mostly wants to gauge just how much sexual experience Rob has by his reaction to the conversation, and judging by the uncomfortable laughter and slight blush, not much. How cute.
“I didn’t have my ruler on me. But it was at least ten… ten and half inches,” he says, also interested in Rob’s reaction.
“Who’s ten and a half inches?!” Will demands with his hands on his hips, he and John having snuck up behind the three.
Mike groans; he should know better by now than to play into Brad’s games, but he can’t help it. He pulls his keys out of his pocket. “Can we just go?”
Brad leads the way down the street to where Mike’s car is parked, while John and Will harass Mike about what was obviously yet another sexual adventure that they had been unaware of. Brad sits in the front seat as usual, and Will, John, and Rob pile into the back. After being badgered for information by his two friends for several minutes, Mike turns to Brad and growls, “Where are we going?”
Brad isn’t fazed by Mike’s faux anger; they both know he loves the attention more than he hates it. “Rob?” he asks.
“Eh?” Rob responds. “Oh. Towards Calvary street.”
Will and John look over at the boy curiously for a few seconds. “Soooo… how gay are you?” John asks.
Rob blinks at him. “Very gay?”
They both continue to watch him. “Are you sure?” Will asks.
“I thought you were so sure he’s gay!” Mike cuts in, glaring at Will in the rearview mirror.
“Of course I’m sure, Mr. I-don’t-have-gaydar. I just want to make sure he’s sure,” Will retorts.
Rob blinks again, then turns to look out the window to his right.
Will and John look at each other in confusion. “I mean… don’t answer the question. That’s cool too…” John says with a shrug.
“There was never any question about my sexuality,” he says after a long pause, and Brad’s starting to recognize that he only takes that long to answer when he doesn’t understand why the questions is being asked.
“Never??” Mike asks disbelievingly. He’s a year older, and still not entirely sure of his sexuality.
Rob’s eyebrows draw together as he stares at the back of Mike’s head. “Never.”
Brad is starting to find this conversation pretty interesting after all, and jumps in. “So you never had to come out.”
“No. They always knew. Turn right here.”
Brad watches him in the mirror. “And your parents don’t mind?”
“My moms are fag hags. And my dad was gay too, when he was alive. So, no.”
Inside Rob’s house, they all get comfortable in the living room, while some stupid show plays on television. “Sooo…” John starts, looking at Brad. Will and Mike look over at him as well, and Rob curiously follows their gaze.
Brad shrugs. “It’s in your hands, Robert. Just think about what you’re getting yourself into.”
Rob’s eyebrows draw together. “What? I though there was some crazy intense initiation process or something.”
Will and Mike start laughing. “Don’t tell me you actually believed that shit,” John says. “Which stories have you heard?”
“I heard that you have to blow 5 guys and fuck one in a public place. I also heard there was streaking involved. And Joe said you have to fuck a straight guy.” And as he’s listing all these things, everyone is cracking up, including Brad.
“Where the hell did he get that?” Brad asks.
Mike raises his hand. “I told Jennifer in Calculus that.”
“You always were my favorite,” Brad laughs again.
“Sooo…” Will repeats.
“We’ll take that as a yes, then?” Brad asks Rob, irritated that he has to do this but knowing that no one else should have this job.
“Sure,” Rob smiles slightly, feeling quite awkward.
Will and John grin widely and even Mike smiles. John begins. “Are you a virgin?”
“No.”
Will follows. “Would you have fucked five guys to join our group?”
“Fuck no.”
“Have you done the nasty-naughty with five guys in your lifetime?”
Rob stops to think about it. “No. Only three, although two were through three-way activities.”
Brad raises an eyebrow. “You? Threesomes?”
Rob smirks. “When are you gonna stop assuming you know everything about me?”
“Have you fucked anyone at our school?” Mike asks, and Brad is wholly unsurprised.
“When you say ‘at school’, do you mean on campus, or with a student from our school?”
Everyone’s mouths drop open. “Both!!”
“On campus, yes; with a student, no,” he answers with an easy smile.
“Where? What time of day?” John demands.
“What day of the week? How long ago?” Will asks.
“With whom? Did you get caught?”
“Was it planned out, or were you just like in the mood and they happened to be there?”
“Was it like…” John makes a vague pointing gesture that’s meant to indicate penetration.
“Or…” Will makes a very obvious signal indicating a blow job.
“Or like…” John does a sign for hand job.
“Or…” Will makes a motion separating two imaginary ass cheeks and licks between them.
Rob can’t help but crack up laughing at them. “The first time was between the cafeteria and the Mary Anna building. It was…” he repeats John’s pointing gesture, “on a Tuesday during 5th period, about a year and a half ago. We didn’t get caught and it wasn’t planned out. The second time, however…”
“Twice?!” Will exclaims. “Uh, I kinda love you.”
“Right?!” John agrees.
Rob grins. “The second time, it was behind the gym after school. I don’t remember what day it was, but it was…” he uses Will’s sign for blow job, “and it wasn’t long after the first time, probably only a week or so later. It also wasn’t planned out and we definitely got caught.”
“Oh my god!” Mike hushes. “By who?”
“Sabrina. And we’ve been best friends ever since.”
John’s mouth drops open. “Lame! I got a black eye the last time I was caught giving a blow job!”
Mike rolls his eyes. “You knew his girlfriend works out; I don’t know why you even did that.”
“Oh, like you’ve never been beat up by an angry girlfriend.”
“That was different! I never even touched Vladimir! She was just paranoid. Plus, she had friends with her,” Mike pouts, remembering those 3 inch heels digging into his back.
Rob is laughing at all of them now, and Brad is watching him with fascination. So much for him being too shy. Seeing Rob talk interests Brad, and he can’t help but think of how cute the boy is. The situation definitely has potential.
Rob is mocking John’s gesturing for double penetration when the front door opens and a tall beautiful woman with windblown strawberry blonde hair breezes in. She grins at the boys sitting in her living room and steps over to Rob, who stands to wrap his arms around her. It looks like a cross between a hug and a dance and when they part he introduces his mother to each of his new friends. She’s greeting them each in turn when Rob cuts her off. “Can I go to LA this weekend?” he asks hopefully.
She frowns at him. “No.”
“Mom,” he says, bordering on whining.
“You haven’t kept your end of the deal; what kind of mother would I be if I rewarded you for not keeping your promises?” she asks, obviously not happy to be doing this. “You chose your own fate on this one.”
Rob sits back down with a frown and his mother disappears upstairs.
After about a minute of awkward silence, John speaks. “Sooo… what’s in LA?”
Rob shrugs. Brad watches, completely fascinated.
three
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author: liberating.labia
fandom: linkin park
rating: R
status: chaptered, unfinished
description: Brad's looking for a fifth member to complete his circle of friends. But what seems is not always what is.
note: i has much fic to be typed up.
part one
Rob’s already waiting by the gate, as instructed, when Brad and Mike walk up behind him. As they get close enough to hear him, they realize that he’s on the phone and probably doesn’t know that they’re there.
“…wait to see you. I miss you like crazy.” He turns and nods at the other two boys, then says, “Babe, I’ll call you later. Of course.” He ends the call with a fond smile, then looks at Mike and Brad. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Mike says with a smile that’s a bit forced.
They stand in awkward silence for a few minutes until Brad speaks up. “There,” he says, looking at a red luxury car that has just pulled up across the street. “Is that him?”
Mike eyes the driver and blushes. “Yea, that’s him.” He mumbles, already wishing this conversation would end. Brad always does this, usually in front of Will and John, who will in turn squeeze every last detail out of him.
“How many inches, again?” Brad asks, not interested in the answer at all. Brad knows how big Andrew’s dick is, and also doesn’t care. He mostly wants to gauge just how much sexual experience Rob has by his reaction to the conversation, and judging by the uncomfortable laughter and slight blush, not much. How cute.
“I didn’t have my ruler on me. But it was at least ten… ten and half inches,” he says, also interested in Rob’s reaction.
“Who’s ten and a half inches?!” Will demands with his hands on his hips, he and John having snuck up behind the three.
Mike groans; he should know better by now than to play into Brad’s games, but he can’t help it. He pulls his keys out of his pocket. “Can we just go?”
Brad leads the way down the street to where Mike’s car is parked, while John and Will harass Mike about what was obviously yet another sexual adventure that they had been unaware of. Brad sits in the front seat as usual, and Will, John, and Rob pile into the back. After being badgered for information by his two friends for several minutes, Mike turns to Brad and growls, “Where are we going?”
Brad isn’t fazed by Mike’s faux anger; they both know he loves the attention more than he hates it. “Rob?” he asks.
“Eh?” Rob responds. “Oh. Towards Calvary street.”
Will and John look over at the boy curiously for a few seconds. “Soooo… how gay are you?” John asks.
Rob blinks at him. “Very gay?”
They both continue to watch him. “Are you sure?” Will asks.
“I thought you were so sure he’s gay!” Mike cuts in, glaring at Will in the rearview mirror.
“Of course I’m sure, Mr. I-don’t-have-gaydar. I just want to make sure he’s sure,” Will retorts.
Rob blinks again, then turns to look out the window to his right.
Will and John look at each other in confusion. “I mean… don’t answer the question. That’s cool too…” John says with a shrug.
“There was never any question about my sexuality,” he says after a long pause, and Brad’s starting to recognize that he only takes that long to answer when he doesn’t understand why the questions is being asked.
“Never??” Mike asks disbelievingly. He’s a year older, and still not entirely sure of his sexuality.
Rob’s eyebrows draw together as he stares at the back of Mike’s head. “Never.”
Brad is starting to find this conversation pretty interesting after all, and jumps in. “So you never had to come out.”
“No. They always knew. Turn right here.”
Brad watches him in the mirror. “And your parents don’t mind?”
“My moms are fag hags. And my dad was gay too, when he was alive. So, no.”
Inside Rob’s house, they all get comfortable in the living room, while some stupid show plays on television. “Sooo…” John starts, looking at Brad. Will and Mike look over at him as well, and Rob curiously follows their gaze.
Brad shrugs. “It’s in your hands, Robert. Just think about what you’re getting yourself into.”
Rob’s eyebrows draw together. “What? I though there was some crazy intense initiation process or something.”
Will and Mike start laughing. “Don’t tell me you actually believed that shit,” John says. “Which stories have you heard?”
“I heard that you have to blow 5 guys and fuck one in a public place. I also heard there was streaking involved. And Joe said you have to fuck a straight guy.” And as he’s listing all these things, everyone is cracking up, including Brad.
“Where the hell did he get that?” Brad asks.
Mike raises his hand. “I told Jennifer in Calculus that.”
“You always were my favorite,” Brad laughs again.
“Sooo…” Will repeats.
“We’ll take that as a yes, then?” Brad asks Rob, irritated that he has to do this but knowing that no one else should have this job.
“Sure,” Rob smiles slightly, feeling quite awkward.
Will and John grin widely and even Mike smiles. John begins. “Are you a virgin?”
“No.”
Will follows. “Would you have fucked five guys to join our group?”
“Fuck no.”
“Have you done the nasty-naughty with five guys in your lifetime?”
Rob stops to think about it. “No. Only three, although two were through three-way activities.”
Brad raises an eyebrow. “You? Threesomes?”
Rob smirks. “When are you gonna stop assuming you know everything about me?”
“Have you fucked anyone at our school?” Mike asks, and Brad is wholly unsurprised.
“When you say ‘at school’, do you mean on campus, or with a student from our school?”
Everyone’s mouths drop open. “Both!!”
“On campus, yes; with a student, no,” he answers with an easy smile.
“Where? What time of day?” John demands.
“What day of the week? How long ago?” Will asks.
“With whom? Did you get caught?”
“Was it planned out, or were you just like in the mood and they happened to be there?”
“Was it like…” John makes a vague pointing gesture that’s meant to indicate penetration.
“Or…” Will makes a very obvious signal indicating a blow job.
“Or like…” John does a sign for hand job.
“Or…” Will makes a motion separating two imaginary ass cheeks and licks between them.
Rob can’t help but crack up laughing at them. “The first time was between the cafeteria and the Mary Anna building. It was…” he repeats John’s pointing gesture, “on a Tuesday during 5th period, about a year and a half ago. We didn’t get caught and it wasn’t planned out. The second time, however…”
“Twice?!” Will exclaims. “Uh, I kinda love you.”
“Right?!” John agrees.
Rob grins. “The second time, it was behind the gym after school. I don’t remember what day it was, but it was…” he uses Will’s sign for blow job, “and it wasn’t long after the first time, probably only a week or so later. It also wasn’t planned out and we definitely got caught.”
“Oh my god!” Mike hushes. “By who?”
“Sabrina. And we’ve been best friends ever since.”
John’s mouth drops open. “Lame! I got a black eye the last time I was caught giving a blow job!”
Mike rolls his eyes. “You knew his girlfriend works out; I don’t know why you even did that.”
“Oh, like you’ve never been beat up by an angry girlfriend.”
“That was different! I never even touched Vladimir! She was just paranoid. Plus, she had friends with her,” Mike pouts, remembering those 3 inch heels digging into his back.
Rob is laughing at all of them now, and Brad is watching him with fascination. So much for him being too shy. Seeing Rob talk interests Brad, and he can’t help but think of how cute the boy is. The situation definitely has potential.
Rob is mocking John’s gesturing for double penetration when the front door opens and a tall beautiful woman with windblown strawberry blonde hair breezes in. She grins at the boys sitting in her living room and steps over to Rob, who stands to wrap his arms around her. It looks like a cross between a hug and a dance and when they part he introduces his mother to each of his new friends. She’s greeting them each in turn when Rob cuts her off. “Can I go to LA this weekend?” he asks hopefully.
She frowns at him. “No.”
“Mom,” he says, bordering on whining.
“You haven’t kept your end of the deal; what kind of mother would I be if I rewarded you for not keeping your promises?” she asks, obviously not happy to be doing this. “You chose your own fate on this one.”
Rob sits back down with a frown and his mother disappears upstairs.
After about a minute of awkward silence, John speaks. “Sooo… what’s in LA?”
Rob shrugs. Brad watches, completely fascinated.
three
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