Fic: Part 2/2 unillustrated version
As you can see by the subject line, I'm working on turning this into a graphic online novel of sorts. However, I really wanted to post this, so I didn't wait. Once I've finished with the illustrations, I'll repost!
Cheerios
PD
Okay, how would that conversation go?
By: PD
Edited by: Glyph. Boop boop be doop, Boop!
Rating: R for a little language and some tonsil hockey
Pairing(s): abortive Jeff/Wayne, cute Ry/Brad, funny Chip/Drew, hot Col/Greg
Disclaimer: I don’t own the guys, but I think they’re swell
Summary: Part 2 of what PD(me!) thought would happen if Greg and the others found this site
Part 2
“You rat bastard,” Greg pouted for possibly the 15th time that evening.
It was nighttime, and after Greg had been dumped in the pool, the water wars were on, wrestling and splashing contests begun in earnest. And don’t you know Greg was loath to admit he’d actually had fun.
Brad groaned. “I was trying to cheer you up! I didn’t know your shirt was silk, I’m sorry!”
“Hello, Earth to Brad, what’s the only kind of shirt I wear?!” Greg demanded, huddling in his towel. He’d had to strip down to his underwear, which was thankfully not silk or white, and thankfully the towel was large enough to hide his dignity.
“Come on Greg, he was trying to make you happy,” Colin said gently, touching his hand where it rested on the armrest of the lawn chair.
Greg’s face softened, but he still maintained just enough of his scowl for it to remain effective.
“You know what?” Wayne broke the soft silence that had fallen in Colin’s wake, “We should find out if there’s any truth to those stories.”
Everyone blinked at him. “What do you mean? Like if that stuff ever happened to the authors?” Ryan frowned.
“No, I mean like, if two of us made out, would they totally take off?”
They all burst out laughing. “You want to make out with one or two of us?”
“Come on! We all work in show biz, guys kiss in it all the time, and no one is ever completely straight in show biz,” Wayne said seriously.
“Wouldn’t that be kind of cheating for you married guys?” Jeff, one of the few bachelors, asked, wrinkling his nose a little.
Wayne thought about it. “I wouldn’t count it. It’s not like we’re all gonna go off in the bushes and have a big fuck fest, right?”
“No. No!”
“Of course not!”
“No…”
They all stared at each other for a heartbeat, then… a giggle… a snicker… then Drew flung himself at Ryan. “Take me now Ryan!” he screamed. Ryan buried his face in the crook of Drew’s neck, pretending to snog the daylights out of him while the others looked on and laughed.
“Were you serious about that, though?” Greg asked, surprised in spite of himself.
“Why, you interested?” Brad grinned.
“Well, if you remember, there was one between you and me,” Greg bounced an eyebrow at him. Brad paled but grinned anyway. “What happens if we, as you so eloquently put it, ‘totally take off’?”
“Then you get two tickets to Disneyland,” Colin deadpanned.
“Yeah, so you can screw on Magic Mountain,” Chip snickered, breaking the serious mood once again.
“If we were to do this, who would we have make out first?” Drew asked. Suddenly everyone fell silent. “And it can’t be Ryan and Colin. They kiss all the time, we’ve seen it.” Everyone nodded.
“How about…” Chip frowned, “Jeff and Wayne!”
“Didn’t see any of those pairings,” Greg grinned, sipping his drink.
Wayne and Jeff glanced at each other.
“Aw, come on, let’s just have the bachelors do it,” Colin spoke up, offering Wayne a way out.
“Shut up Colin!” Drew and Brad shouted.
“What, isn’t Jeff cute enough for you?” he retorted.
They fell quiet, not really knowing what to say.
“I’ll be Kate Moss if you be Charlize Theron,” Jeff grinned, scooting closer to Wayne.
“Okay, but instead of Kate Moss be Halle Barry,”
“Deal!” Jeff shot out a hand behind Wayne’s skull and dragged him forward, pressing their lips tightly together. Both blinked at each other from that lip’s distance away. Then they parted.
“That was boring!” Brad pouted.
“Yeah, totally didn’t feel any of that,” Drew agreed.
“Sorry Wayne, I don’t think we’re meant to be,” Jeff sighed with a grin.
Wayne wiped his mouth. “No problem here,” he sipped his drink delicately, garnering many chuckles before cracking a grin himself. “My turn, I want Ryan and Brad to make out.”
“If that dud you guys did was making out, the deal is sealed,” Ryan waved his hands in front of him with a chuckle.
Colin swatted his arm playfully. “Come on, we need to find out if you have latent gay tendencies.”
Ryan rolled his eyes. “Fine. Brad?”
Brad jumped into his lap, straddling him and staring down at him with a lopsided grin. “Show me fireworks!”
He leaned down and pressed his lips to Ryan’s. But Ryan, never one to back down from a challenge, moved his lips to trace his tongue against Brad’s lower lip. Brad jumped and almost fell off Ryan’s lap when Ryan put a steadying hand at the small of his back. Brad, all abuzz with curiosity, and always one to push it to the limit, opened his mouth for a very surprised Ryan, proceeding to play tonsil hockey with the man.
Brad backed off after a few seconds, grinning down at a very winded Ryan. They both blushed a lovely mauve color. “Looks like I had to show you fireworks.”
“Hey, I started it, gimme some credit!” Ryan said indignantly, ignoring the stares they were getting from their fellows as Brad sat back down. “If not for me you would have never opened your damn mouth and I cannot believe I’m having this argument!” he cried, covering his face with his hands and laughing ‘til tears flowed, everyone close on his heels.
“Well,” Wayne giggled, wiping away a tear, “I wouldn’t call that taking off, but it was definitely making out.”
“I cannot believe we just saw that,” Drew was shaking his head, “I’m gonna buy stock in those damn brain scrubbers.”
“Let’s have Drew make out with Chip,” Brad suggested lightly,
“What? No!” Drew groaned, but Chip was already leaning over to grab his face and plant a big one on him. “Ahmmmph!”
“Aw, that doesn’t count that was a stage kiss!” the onlookers cried.
Drew and Chip shared a long-suffering gaze before Drew pressed his lips to Chips, immediately trying for a lip lock. Chip even brought a hand up to steady himself against Drew’s chest, opening and letting Drew’s tongue slide in to meet and dance with his.
Everyone shared a grin as the two men continued until Drew leaned back, breathing heavily. “Did we beat Ryan and Brad’s record?” he mumbled. Everyone nodded, still gaping.
“Good!” Chip laughed. “Oh honey, you have some lip gloss on you,” he lisped, wiping at Drew’s mouth.
“Thanks lovey,” Drew cooed.
“You guys are so cute it’s vomitous,” Greg snarked.
“Glad you said that Greg, ‘cause I want you and Colin to make out, longer than me and Chip, with the works!” Drew chirped happily.
“What?” Greg nearly flew out of his chair at Drew but remembered his near nakedness, and settled for chucking his cup at him.
“Come on Greg,” Colin sighed, grinning tightly at the others who were leaning in for a good look and waving him to come over. “Let’s show these amateurs what a true make-out is like.”
“You’re gonna have to come to me,” Greg nodded down, half flashing them all.
“Ah! So pasty!” Wayne cried out in mock pain as the others shielded their eyes.
“Fuck off, all of you,” Colin said primly, only making them laugh harder as he strode over to Greg. He looked down at him with a look that was a mixture of amusement and uncertainty. “Side saddle or straddle?”
“You aren’t a girl, Col.” Greg squinted up at him.
Colin slid into his lap, straddling his thighs. “Nope,” he smiled softly right before his lips met Greg.
Greg felt himself slump into Colin’s touch, dimly proud of the fact that Colin did, too. Lips… like velvet. His tongue sure and ever so slightly… teasing as it twined with his, caressing his mouth like a sure hand… like the one currently drifting down his cheek, a delicate caress of soft skin over his jaw, tickling his collarbones and lower. Greg sighed softly, licking the roof of Colin’s mouth and pulling a soft moan from the man. Colin shifted closer so Greg could feel he wasn’t the only one being seriously affected by the kiss. Greg pressed his hands against Colin, pressing him closer, drawing nails lightly down his back, and oh god he felt good squirming under his touch.
A loud bang of a bottle hitting the table made them both jump, their lips parting with a pop, looking slightly bruised and raw from the attack they’d happily sustained.
Everyone was staring at them, and Colin made to move off but Greg kept him there, partly to hide his very obvious erection, partly because he didn’t care if they were disgusted. Colin was his friend first, and Greg let him know with a firm squeeze of his hand that he’d stand by him, no matter what.
Colin smiled down at him, relief and worry chasing around those deep brown eyes like a dog with its tail.
They needn’t have worried.
“You guys wanna get a room or something?” Ryan asked, eyes still a little wide at them. They were filled with a gentle teasing, and that relaxed Colin and Greg just a fraction. “ ‘Cause we can continue the party out here if you wanna fuck in Drew’s room or something.”
“Aw to Hell with that!” Drew piped up, tossing a cup at him. “They can use one of the other rooms, I have plenty!”
“Is there any lube in the other rooms?” Ryan asked pointedly.
Colin and Greg ignored the conversation. Obviously their friends didn’t give a rat’s ass if they were gay or not. Colin slowly slid off of Greg, making sure Greg wasn’t prominent anymore before he retook his seat by Greg, his beer in one hand, Greg’s hand still clasped tightly in the other. The others had joined the conversation, now currently on gay rights and which celebrities they thought were still in the closet. Greg barely took in any of it as he looked over at Colin every now and then and they shared a soft, knowing smile.
Colin and Greg really did write some of their best stories from real life.
Cheerios
PD
Okay, how would that conversation go?
By: PD
Edited by: Glyph. Boop boop be doop, Boop!
Rating: R for a little language and some tonsil hockey
Pairing(s): abortive Jeff/Wayne, cute Ry/Brad, funny Chip/Drew, hot Col/Greg
Disclaimer: I don’t own the guys, but I think they’re swell
Summary: Part 2 of what PD(me!) thought would happen if Greg and the others found this site
Part 2
“You rat bastard,” Greg pouted for possibly the 15th time that evening.
It was nighttime, and after Greg had been dumped in the pool, the water wars were on, wrestling and splashing contests begun in earnest. And don’t you know Greg was loath to admit he’d actually had fun.
Brad groaned. “I was trying to cheer you up! I didn’t know your shirt was silk, I’m sorry!”
“Hello, Earth to Brad, what’s the only kind of shirt I wear?!” Greg demanded, huddling in his towel. He’d had to strip down to his underwear, which was thankfully not silk or white, and thankfully the towel was large enough to hide his dignity.
“Come on Greg, he was trying to make you happy,” Colin said gently, touching his hand where it rested on the armrest of the lawn chair.
Greg’s face softened, but he still maintained just enough of his scowl for it to remain effective.
“You know what?” Wayne broke the soft silence that had fallen in Colin’s wake, “We should find out if there’s any truth to those stories.”
Everyone blinked at him. “What do you mean? Like if that stuff ever happened to the authors?” Ryan frowned.
“No, I mean like, if two of us made out, would they totally take off?”
They all burst out laughing. “You want to make out with one or two of us?”
“Come on! We all work in show biz, guys kiss in it all the time, and no one is ever completely straight in show biz,” Wayne said seriously.
“Wouldn’t that be kind of cheating for you married guys?” Jeff, one of the few bachelors, asked, wrinkling his nose a little.
Wayne thought about it. “I wouldn’t count it. It’s not like we’re all gonna go off in the bushes and have a big fuck fest, right?”
“No. No!”
“Of course not!”
“No…”
They all stared at each other for a heartbeat, then… a giggle… a snicker… then Drew flung himself at Ryan. “Take me now Ryan!” he screamed. Ryan buried his face in the crook of Drew’s neck, pretending to snog the daylights out of him while the others looked on and laughed.
“Were you serious about that, though?” Greg asked, surprised in spite of himself.
“Why, you interested?” Brad grinned.
“Well, if you remember, there was one between you and me,” Greg bounced an eyebrow at him. Brad paled but grinned anyway. “What happens if we, as you so eloquently put it, ‘totally take off’?”
“Then you get two tickets to Disneyland,” Colin deadpanned.
“Yeah, so you can screw on Magic Mountain,” Chip snickered, breaking the serious mood once again.
“If we were to do this, who would we have make out first?” Drew asked. Suddenly everyone fell silent. “And it can’t be Ryan and Colin. They kiss all the time, we’ve seen it.” Everyone nodded.
“How about…” Chip frowned, “Jeff and Wayne!”
“Didn’t see any of those pairings,” Greg grinned, sipping his drink.
Wayne and Jeff glanced at each other.
“Aw, come on, let’s just have the bachelors do it,” Colin spoke up, offering Wayne a way out.
“Shut up Colin!” Drew and Brad shouted.
“What, isn’t Jeff cute enough for you?” he retorted.
They fell quiet, not really knowing what to say.
“I’ll be Kate Moss if you be Charlize Theron,” Jeff grinned, scooting closer to Wayne.
“Okay, but instead of Kate Moss be Halle Barry,”
“Deal!” Jeff shot out a hand behind Wayne’s skull and dragged him forward, pressing their lips tightly together. Both blinked at each other from that lip’s distance away. Then they parted.
“That was boring!” Brad pouted.
“Yeah, totally didn’t feel any of that,” Drew agreed.
“Sorry Wayne, I don’t think we’re meant to be,” Jeff sighed with a grin.
Wayne wiped his mouth. “No problem here,” he sipped his drink delicately, garnering many chuckles before cracking a grin himself. “My turn, I want Ryan and Brad to make out.”
“If that dud you guys did was making out, the deal is sealed,” Ryan waved his hands in front of him with a chuckle.
Colin swatted his arm playfully. “Come on, we need to find out if you have latent gay tendencies.”
Ryan rolled his eyes. “Fine. Brad?”
Brad jumped into his lap, straddling him and staring down at him with a lopsided grin. “Show me fireworks!”
He leaned down and pressed his lips to Ryan’s. But Ryan, never one to back down from a challenge, moved his lips to trace his tongue against Brad’s lower lip. Brad jumped and almost fell off Ryan’s lap when Ryan put a steadying hand at the small of his back. Brad, all abuzz with curiosity, and always one to push it to the limit, opened his mouth for a very surprised Ryan, proceeding to play tonsil hockey with the man.
Brad backed off after a few seconds, grinning down at a very winded Ryan. They both blushed a lovely mauve color. “Looks like I had to show you fireworks.”
“Hey, I started it, gimme some credit!” Ryan said indignantly, ignoring the stares they were getting from their fellows as Brad sat back down. “If not for me you would have never opened your damn mouth and I cannot believe I’m having this argument!” he cried, covering his face with his hands and laughing ‘til tears flowed, everyone close on his heels.
“Well,” Wayne giggled, wiping away a tear, “I wouldn’t call that taking off, but it was definitely making out.”
“I cannot believe we just saw that,” Drew was shaking his head, “I’m gonna buy stock in those damn brain scrubbers.”
“Let’s have Drew make out with Chip,” Brad suggested lightly,
“What? No!” Drew groaned, but Chip was already leaning over to grab his face and plant a big one on him. “Ahmmmph!”
“Aw, that doesn’t count that was a stage kiss!” the onlookers cried.
Drew and Chip shared a long-suffering gaze before Drew pressed his lips to Chips, immediately trying for a lip lock. Chip even brought a hand up to steady himself against Drew’s chest, opening and letting Drew’s tongue slide in to meet and dance with his.
Everyone shared a grin as the two men continued until Drew leaned back, breathing heavily. “Did we beat Ryan and Brad’s record?” he mumbled. Everyone nodded, still gaping.
“Good!” Chip laughed. “Oh honey, you have some lip gloss on you,” he lisped, wiping at Drew’s mouth.
“Thanks lovey,” Drew cooed.
“You guys are so cute it’s vomitous,” Greg snarked.
“Glad you said that Greg, ‘cause I want you and Colin to make out, longer than me and Chip, with the works!” Drew chirped happily.
“What?” Greg nearly flew out of his chair at Drew but remembered his near nakedness, and settled for chucking his cup at him.
“Come on Greg,” Colin sighed, grinning tightly at the others who were leaning in for a good look and waving him to come over. “Let’s show these amateurs what a true make-out is like.”
“You’re gonna have to come to me,” Greg nodded down, half flashing them all.
“Ah! So pasty!” Wayne cried out in mock pain as the others shielded their eyes.
“Fuck off, all of you,” Colin said primly, only making them laugh harder as he strode over to Greg. He looked down at him with a look that was a mixture of amusement and uncertainty. “Side saddle or straddle?”
“You aren’t a girl, Col.” Greg squinted up at him.
Colin slid into his lap, straddling his thighs. “Nope,” he smiled softly right before his lips met Greg.
Greg felt himself slump into Colin’s touch, dimly proud of the fact that Colin did, too. Lips… like velvet. His tongue sure and ever so slightly… teasing as it twined with his, caressing his mouth like a sure hand… like the one currently drifting down his cheek, a delicate caress of soft skin over his jaw, tickling his collarbones and lower. Greg sighed softly, licking the roof of Colin’s mouth and pulling a soft moan from the man. Colin shifted closer so Greg could feel he wasn’t the only one being seriously affected by the kiss. Greg pressed his hands against Colin, pressing him closer, drawing nails lightly down his back, and oh god he felt good squirming under his touch.
A loud bang of a bottle hitting the table made them both jump, their lips parting with a pop, looking slightly bruised and raw from the attack they’d happily sustained.
Everyone was staring at them, and Colin made to move off but Greg kept him there, partly to hide his very obvious erection, partly because he didn’t care if they were disgusted. Colin was his friend first, and Greg let him know with a firm squeeze of his hand that he’d stand by him, no matter what.
Colin smiled down at him, relief and worry chasing around those deep brown eyes like a dog with its tail.
They needn’t have worried.
“You guys wanna get a room or something?” Ryan asked, eyes still a little wide at them. They were filled with a gentle teasing, and that relaxed Colin and Greg just a fraction. “ ‘Cause we can continue the party out here if you wanna fuck in Drew’s room or something.”
“Aw to Hell with that!” Drew piped up, tossing a cup at him. “They can use one of the other rooms, I have plenty!”
“Is there any lube in the other rooms?” Ryan asked pointedly.
Colin and Greg ignored the conversation. Obviously their friends didn’t give a rat’s ass if they were gay or not. Colin slowly slid off of Greg, making sure Greg wasn’t prominent anymore before he retook his seat by Greg, his beer in one hand, Greg’s hand still clasped tightly in the other. The others had joined the conversation, now currently on gay rights and which celebrities they thought were still in the closet. Greg barely took in any of it as he looked over at Colin every now and then and they shared a soft, knowing smile.
Colin and Greg really did write some of their best stories from real life.