Ok dammit!

[rispacooper]

Now everyone stop requesting IOS crackfic!

Thanks to Kittie, it's now a trilogy in my head. Since she has a men-awkwardly-confessing-feelings-to-one-another kink and wants a moment where Rene and James are being schmoopy and saying something direct that means the same thing to both of them at the same time.

Ai ya!!! This is Rene we're talkin' about here.

And btw...they go to Beverly Hills High School. Because there's no way this a real high school.

And when Rene refers to a slut who gets down on their knees for the entire football team, he is talking about...

:P
Neener!

Comments

[the-dystopian.livejournal.com]

Rene makes such a lovely slut. I am not acquainted with pir8fancier, but if said fancier of pirates agrees with me regarding Rene and Rene's insatiable inner bj queen, we're birds of a feather. XD

How about this? (Copied from Notepad, because I'm pathetic like that.)

~

"Liked what you saw?"

James jerked back against the toilet wall, heart pounding, but the door was already swinging open -- and René was standing there, scuffed jeans and rumpled shirt, mouth bruised and swollen. A moist smudge of something just wiped away from the edge of it. "How..." Great. How'd you know I was in here? Stupid question. He couldn't let René tell the jocks; they'd kill him to keep him quiet. Say sorry first, moron, say -- "I'm... I... I didn't mean..."

"Didn't mean what?" Unusually hoarse, that smooth voice, but just as mocking as always. James tried not to notice the wild tangle of René's hair; it made him remember the hands that had gripped it, and made his own palms press sweatily against the tiles, as if to keep from clenching. "Didn't mean to jerk off to me? That's what you were doing, right?"

James managed a shocked splutter. "I didn't -- "

"Don't be a pussy, Fitzroy." Dark eyes glinted, and René edged closer. "Or maybe you are one -- is that it? Can't get it up for a show like this?" Close enough to smell, now, with René's lips nearly brushing his chin. "But I don't think so. You loved every minute of it. I could feel you watching, you know that? All along." A breath from those lips carrying the scent of... oh, god...

It made James gag, the thought of all that jizz in René's mouth, filling René's throat -- but for some reason his dick just got harder at that, as if it wanted to be where all those other dicks'd been, wanted to smother that acid tongue, to silence it. It made his ears burn and his teeth grind, and fuck, he hated -- hate --

"You want it." René slid a palm down James's suddenly tense stomach, down the front of his thin T-shirt. Past the button of his jeans to the zip, the usually cool zip, which felt like a line of fire now that René dragged a finger along it. "See?"

~