[QAF Fic] The One with the Asschaps
The One With the Asschaps
Sydney Alexis
Liberty Avenue had been blanketed in posters of boys in suggestive postions and lame catch phrases like 'cum see our sale' for weeks. Granted, they were a little eye-roll worthy, but they still had the queens all atwitter. As soon as the sale actually started, the diner was filled with news of the carnage.
Brian, Justin, Ted, and Michael were all eating breakfast when Emmett appeared. His once fabulous tangerine shirt had been torn in three places and he had one hell of a shiner forming, but he looked happy as he breezed towards their table.
"You will never guess the fabulous deals I just got," he said, sliding into the booth beside Justin.
Smiling to himself, he began lining up his cache--four butt plugs, a bejeweled dildo, and a pair of...
"Handcuffs? Don't you already have like three pairs of those," Justin asked.
"These aren't just any old handcuffs. They're felt lined and guaranteed not to break...not matter how rough you get."
"Did you get that pair of asschaps you've been eyeing," Michael asked, taking a sip of coffee.
Emmett gathered his purchases and slinked out of the booth. As he left, he called over his shoulder. "No. Dr. Dave got them."
Sydney Alexis
Liberty Avenue had been blanketed in posters of boys in suggestive postions and lame catch phrases like 'cum see our sale' for weeks. Granted, they were a little eye-roll worthy, but they still had the queens all atwitter. As soon as the sale actually started, the diner was filled with news of the carnage.
Brian, Justin, Ted, and Michael were all eating breakfast when Emmett appeared. His once fabulous tangerine shirt had been torn in three places and he had one hell of a shiner forming, but he looked happy as he breezed towards their table.
"You will never guess the fabulous deals I just got," he said, sliding into the booth beside Justin.
Smiling to himself, he began lining up his cache--four butt plugs, a bejeweled dildo, and a pair of...
"Handcuffs? Don't you already have like three pairs of those," Justin asked.
"These aren't just any old handcuffs. They're felt lined and guaranteed not to break...not matter how rough you get."
"Did you get that pair of asschaps you've been eyeing," Michael asked, taking a sip of coffee.
Emmett gathered his purchases and slinked out of the booth. As he left, he called over his shoulder. "No. Dr. Dave got them."