.046 Star
.046 Star
Sydney Alexis
A/N: In the words of Charlie: This is like whoa. Lame.
"I can't believe you talked me into this," Gus said, smoothing the line of kohl around his eye.
Charlie brushed up against him, feeling up Gus' ass. "You look so fucking hot though."
"Oh my god," Gus said, backing away. "Bad touching. Bad touching. And, by the way, you're not gay."
Snorting, Charlie took another hit off the joint he'd been actively not sharing with Gus.
"Whatever, man."
Turning his back to his mother's mirror, Gus affixed the coldest stare he could muster. The affect was, of course, softened by the costume and the vast sum of pot Charlie had inhaled within the hour and a half he'd been waiting for Gus to finish getting ready.
"Let me repeat myself, Charles Absolam Broussard, I am not a woman and you are not gay."
Which, of course, set his friend into a fit of giggles.
"Just because I lost the bet doesn't mean you have the right to..."
His rightous anger rift was interrupted by the flash of a camera. Eyes growing wide with horror, Gus stared down at JR and the digital camera/cell phone in her hands.
"Hand it over, pib squeak," he said, trying to look as menacing as possible in his next-to-nothing costume.
"No," she said, broad smile across her face.
And that was when the chase began. Out the room, across the hall to JR's room where she double backed over the bed.
Gus, hampered by his breast plate getting caught on the bedspread, lost sight of the little girl as she ran down the stairs in her Darth Vader costume.
"Jennifer Rebecca Peterson-Marucs, you come back here, you little shit," he yelled, pounding down the steps barefoot, following the sound of the girls' laughter into the den where she was...
"What are you doing?" And oh the horror!
The camera's memory had been dumped into an email. Not just any email; It was on addressed to the whole family.
"I think it should be abundantly clear what she's doing, Princess," Charlie drawled as he stood in the doorway.
And there it was on the screen--Gus dressed as Leia...in that ridiculous slave costume.
And that was when that little shit clicked the send button.
As the blackmail worthy image was transported down the DSL line, a thought occurred to Gus; he must of done something to piss of the Powers.
Of course, Gus also remembered the advice his father had always given him--getting even could also be fun.
Clasping his hands together, Gus stared down his little sister and his best friend who look awfully cozy in his Han Solo duds.
"All righty then. Everyone ready for a fun filled night of tricking," Gus asked in that too scary tone he'd gotten from his father.
That was when he watched Charlie blink. The slow, scared, 'I'm so fucked' blink because, yes, he knew he'd screwed himself over when he agreed to help the littlest Peterson-Marcus. Gus could be fucking scary when he was getting even.
They were three blocks into trick or treating when Gus started to get into character. Winding his arm behind Charlie's back, he drew up close to his friend.
"It's cold out," he complained, trying not to snicker when Charlie jumped a full foot and a half at the contact.
Three and a half blocks into the trip, Gus started taking hits off the joint. Not so much he'd get lit and forget about his mischievous kid sister, but enough to get a good buzz going.
Four blocks in and he slowly started to finger the material on Charlie, correction Han's jacket.
Drawing obscenely close to Charlie, Gus whispered into his friend's ear, "Did I ever tell you I always had a thing for Han Solo?"
Cautiously side-eyeing Gus, Charlie took the joint back, watching JR turned Darth Vader happily skipping in front of them.
Gus smirked, feeling his best friend stiffen and shift away. Licking his lips, Gus went in for the kill.
Cleaver fingers worked first through Charlie's hair then down his neck before edging down his spine touching all the spots that usually made guys moan on the way down. The moment he reached his friends hip, his hand edged along his thigh, just brushing up against Charlie's cock.
"It's confusing, isn't it? Being so turned on. Wanting to fuck your friend," Gus said, giving the 'k' on fuck a kick as he spoke it before licking the shell of his friend's ear.
Pulling back, Gus' smirk turned into a broad smile as he watched his friend panting slightly for breath.
Tick...tick...tick...
Drug and lust hazed eyes opened and focused on the image before him.
That was when Gus took a picture of Charlie...to plaster all over his friend's computer the next morning so he couldn't deny it.
"No, Charlie, you're not queer at all, Gus laughed as he wandered off down the street.
Of course, his victory was short lived. They hadn't gone three blocks when his cell phone rang.
"I'll have JR's sugar laden ass home in an hour," he answered.
"Glad to hear it, Sonny Boy, but is there something else you want to tell me?"
Groaning at the amused voice on the other end of them phone, Gus pledged that Charlie and JR would so pay for that shit.
For: trouble2urh3art [This is the Halloween fic I promise to write an age ago and got totally stuck on.]
Gus' costume
Because, to me, Star will always be associated with Wars.
fanfic100: 32/100
Sydney Alexis
A/N: In the words of Charlie: This is like whoa. Lame.
"I can't believe you talked me into this," Gus said, smoothing the line of kohl around his eye.
Charlie brushed up against him, feeling up Gus' ass. "You look so fucking hot though."
"Oh my god," Gus said, backing away. "Bad touching. Bad touching. And, by the way, you're not gay."
Snorting, Charlie took another hit off the joint he'd been actively not sharing with Gus.
"Whatever, man."
Turning his back to his mother's mirror, Gus affixed the coldest stare he could muster. The affect was, of course, softened by the costume and the vast sum of pot Charlie had inhaled within the hour and a half he'd been waiting for Gus to finish getting ready.
"Let me repeat myself, Charles Absolam Broussard, I am not a woman and you are not gay."
Which, of course, set his friend into a fit of giggles.
"Just because I lost the bet doesn't mean you have the right to..."
His rightous anger rift was interrupted by the flash of a camera. Eyes growing wide with horror, Gus stared down at JR and the digital camera/cell phone in her hands.
"Hand it over, pib squeak," he said, trying to look as menacing as possible in his next-to-nothing costume.
"No," she said, broad smile across her face.
And that was when the chase began. Out the room, across the hall to JR's room where she double backed over the bed.
Gus, hampered by his breast plate getting caught on the bedspread, lost sight of the little girl as she ran down the stairs in her Darth Vader costume.
"Jennifer Rebecca Peterson-Marucs, you come back here, you little shit," he yelled, pounding down the steps barefoot, following the sound of the girls' laughter into the den where she was...
"What are you doing?" And oh the horror!
The camera's memory had been dumped into an email. Not just any email; It was on addressed to the whole family.
"I think it should be abundantly clear what she's doing, Princess," Charlie drawled as he stood in the doorway.
And there it was on the screen--Gus dressed as Leia...in that ridiculous slave costume.
And that was when that little shit clicked the send button.
As the blackmail worthy image was transported down the DSL line, a thought occurred to Gus; he must of done something to piss of the Powers.
Of course, Gus also remembered the advice his father had always given him--getting even could also be fun.
Clasping his hands together, Gus stared down his little sister and his best friend who look awfully cozy in his Han Solo duds.
"All righty then. Everyone ready for a fun filled night of tricking," Gus asked in that too scary tone he'd gotten from his father.
That was when he watched Charlie blink. The slow, scared, 'I'm so fucked' blink because, yes, he knew he'd screwed himself over when he agreed to help the littlest Peterson-Marcus. Gus could be fucking scary when he was getting even.
They were three blocks into trick or treating when Gus started to get into character. Winding his arm behind Charlie's back, he drew up close to his friend.
"It's cold out," he complained, trying not to snicker when Charlie jumped a full foot and a half at the contact.
Three and a half blocks into the trip, Gus started taking hits off the joint. Not so much he'd get lit and forget about his mischievous kid sister, but enough to get a good buzz going.
Four blocks in and he slowly started to finger the material on Charlie, correction Han's jacket.
Drawing obscenely close to Charlie, Gus whispered into his friend's ear, "Did I ever tell you I always had a thing for Han Solo?"
Cautiously side-eyeing Gus, Charlie took the joint back, watching JR turned Darth Vader happily skipping in front of them.
Gus smirked, feeling his best friend stiffen and shift away. Licking his lips, Gus went in for the kill.
Cleaver fingers worked first through Charlie's hair then down his neck before edging down his spine touching all the spots that usually made guys moan on the way down. The moment he reached his friends hip, his hand edged along his thigh, just brushing up against Charlie's cock.
"It's confusing, isn't it? Being so turned on. Wanting to fuck your friend," Gus said, giving the 'k' on fuck a kick as he spoke it before licking the shell of his friend's ear.
Pulling back, Gus' smirk turned into a broad smile as he watched his friend panting slightly for breath.
Tick...tick...tick...
Drug and lust hazed eyes opened and focused on the image before him.
That was when Gus took a picture of Charlie...to plaster all over his friend's computer the next morning so he couldn't deny it.
"No, Charlie, you're not queer at all, Gus laughed as he wandered off down the street.
Of course, his victory was short lived. They hadn't gone three blocks when his cell phone rang.
"I'll have JR's sugar laden ass home in an hour," he answered.
"Glad to hear it, Sonny Boy, but is there something else you want to tell me?"
Groaning at the amused voice on the other end of them phone, Gus pledged that Charlie and JR would so pay for that shit.
For: trouble2urh3art [This is the Halloween fic I promise to write an age ago and got totally stuck on.]
Gus' costume
Because, to me, Star will always be associated with Wars.
fanfic100: 32/100