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Anything and everything goes, so come in and have a blast. Remember, one prompt per comment, and take care of your friendly, neighborhood code monkeys by formatting your prompts correctly.
Single fandom: fandom, pairing, prompt
example: Lotrips, Orlando/Harry, never again
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example: Supernatural/Leverage, Dean/Eliot, seclusion
Can't find anything in today's prompts? Feel free to head over to the lonely prompts and make someone happy. Plus, who knows? The favor might be returned!
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Date: 2009-03-14 11:22 am (UTC)"Clark Kent" (Karl Urban/Orlando Bloom, Harry Sinclair/Sean Bean)
Date: 2009-04-07 12:40 am (UTC)http://azewewish.livejournal.com/795841.html
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Date: 2009-03-14 11:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-31 11:52 pm (UTC)Dean saw his father occasionally. Dean never saw his brother. Sam ’d made it clear there was no place for Dean in Stanford Sam’s life.
He was investigating disappearances of men in Rockville, South Carolina. The ghosts of the spinster Weird sisters had made a fold in the aether where they kept their “beaus”. When the sisters were banished, the room reappeared. Tied to bed, was a dark haired man. His bruises told the hunter he’d been here a couple days. Dean hauled him over his shoulder to the Impala.
The last thing Eliot Spencer remembered was jogging by a dilapidated Victorian house. He tried listening to give him an idea of where he was without giving away he was awake. It didn’t feel like he was restrained in any way. He almost jumped off the bed when a husky baritone came from his right.
“You can quit playin’ possum.”
Eliot blinked until his eyes focused on a man across the room drinking coffee. The boy was a big ol’ hunk of eye candy, but for another time. He sat up gingerly.
“Where am I, and who are you?” He growled. “Any of that left?” He indicated the coffee mug.
“Sure. Anything in it?” Green Eyes asked.
“No.”
A mug was extended handle first as the man stood just outside Eliot’s reach. Smart. He went back to his chair.
Cool blue eyes studied the man in the chair.
Relaxed, but alert, well-built, fighter’s hands, couple knives, gun at his back. ‘Pretty’ had teeth. Interesting. The room had white stuff along the windows and door had symbols drawn all over. *What the…?*
“Rockville, South Carolina. You were the guest of the ‘Weird Sisters’. Do you know what happened?” A brown eyebrow arched in question.
“Took a couple days off. Went for a run, woke up here.”
“Guess the sisters thought you were pretty…all those curls, ya know.” Dean grinned into his coffee mug.
“Can I get a ride back to my hotel?” Eliot growled.
Not intimidated by the growl, “Sure. Dean…Winchester.” Warily giving his real name.
“Eliot Spencer. I’m at the Hampton. Watch who you’re callin’ pretty, Green Eyes.” He gave Dean a shark’s smile and stood slowly, hoping his head would cooperate.
Making appropriate noises over the Impala helped ease the wariness between the men.
“Explain to me about these ‘Weird Sisters’ and how they got the drop on me and I’ll buy dinner.” Eliot offered.
For only the second time in his life, Dean Winchester was honest with another human about his family business. He sat fiddling with his pie, waiting for Eliot to scoff.
“Well that certainly explains a lot of things.” He looked across the table when Dean released a breath he’d been holding.
Thus began the strange partnership between the Retrieval Specialist and the Hunter.
Knowing Dean was always in need of cash, Eliot would call if he needed backup and vice versa. They lived in seclusion by choice, always on the fringes of the normal world, in touch with the other by choice.
After a job gone south, Dean collapsed bleeding into Eliot’s arms.
Looking at the bruised and bandaged man in his bed, Eliot cursed himself a fool. He stretched out beside Dean hand around his arm to alert him if he woke in the night.
The next morning, Eliot quietly fumed until he’d helped the hunter shower and fed him. When Dean was comfortable, Eliot unleashed his fear. Dean gently set his coffee down, and when the retrieval specialist started another lap around the room, Dean pulled him into his lap and silenced him by sticking his tongue in his mouth.
“Love you too, Pretty.” Dean smirked.
An hour later, Eliot checked Dean’s stitches to be sure none had popped when he’d drug Dean to bed and taught the hunter that he was just as talented with his mouth as he was with his hands.
Four years later, a knock sounds on a motel room door. Sam Winchester jumps up from the table with a growl when a long haired man grabs his brother by the lapels and kisses… KISSES! Dean.
“Hello, Green Eyes.” A bruised Eliot Spencer growls.
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Date: 2009-03-14 11:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-28 07:01 pm (UTC)Had they found out he was playing both sides? Shit, he hoped not. He was very ‘active’ man and he couldn´t just get off beating people up, he needed more but trusting his two lovers; “No, I´m not putting on a blindfold, even if it´s my birthday.”
Parker took a step closer and very seducible said; “You won´t regret it, I promise.”
A small glance at Alec revealed a very large smile on the man´s face and with a sigh he finally agreed to let Parker tie the fold around his head.
Knowing he could take both of them out with very little damage, he let them lead him up the stairs at the headquarters. They made him sit down on something soft and then Parker was straddling him and kissing him. He knew it was Parker because she was more forthcoming then Alec and her lips where smaller too.
When she pressed on him, he complied and fell back on what seemed to be a bed. Parker covered him with her body and he felt himself harden in his jeans. Playfully she pushed his arm up over his head and lost in the moment he let her but before he knew it his hands were handcuffed and he was stuck.
“Shhh,” Parker whispered when he struggled, “You´re going to love this.”
She undid his shirt and let her hands trail his chest possessively, moving down she undid his pants but he felt someone else pull the pants legs and his boxers off him. “Hey, what´s going on?” he asked nervously.
“Don´t you worry, we´re going to real good care of you,” Alec replied as the bed dipped on Eliot´s left.
“We?” Eliot couldn´t help but ask almost frightfully.
“Yes, we,” Parker giggled on his right as she pulled him on to his right side and gave him a firm kiss.
Pressed between the two bodies, Eliot got the best birthday-present he ever could have imagined.
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Date: 2009-03-14 11:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-16 01:40 am (UTC)"D-I-R-T-Y," Elliot and Nate corrected in unison.
"It's a colloquial spelling. I was making the word sexier. I can create the most technologically advanced sexual devices in the hemisphere and you think I can't spell dirty?"
Elliot and Nate looked at each other and rolled their eyes as they headed upstairs to get durty with Hardison.
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Date: 2009-03-14 11:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-14 11:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-15 08:25 am (UTC)It's like one of those dreams where you're falling endlessly, the pit of your stomach twisting and churning, your extremities tingling almost to the point of hurting as they try to find something solid, something to hold on to.
It feels just like that, every time you see him, and you have to catch your breath and wait for the feeling to pass. But it just comes back stronger when he smiles. When he speaks with that fond exasperation and claps a hand onto your shoulder.
You're falling, and there's nothing you can do to stop it.
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Date: 2009-03-14 11:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-25 09:38 pm (UTC)They would never (or in Parker’s case never again) call Eliot a Teddy Bear.
In fact they had a secret team moratorium on never calling Eliot out on any of softer habits even if they were becoming increasingly noticeable as time went on.
It was the little things really, the way he had something for everyone when they needed. The way he quietly read them, subtly did what he saw needed doing, and left without a word. (http://moonchildfic.livejournal.com/25187.html)
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Date: 2009-03-14 11:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-23 10:50 pm (UTC)“I can't. I have a-- a family.” Dean glanced back over his shoulder, where his brother was resting from the big fight in the Impala. “I have a brother and I need to take care of him.”
A deep frown creased The Doctor's features; his loneliness was almost palpable when he asked again. “Are you sure? Last chance now, you could come and see the universe with me.. the cascading waterfalls of Nalva, the lava forests of Nriab 5, oh.. and the Oods. You'd like them, I'd bet. There are worlds out there that you could not even imagine.”
The way this alien spoke of the universe was like a child on Christmas, mentioning such wonders that appealed deeply to a wanderer like Dean. Torn between the duty of his family and the chance to take destiny by the balls and get out there and live, Dean stood there for a moment. He didn't dare leave Sam, not with his father's voice still deeply ingrained in his mind.
But Sam had Ruby now; he was going down a dark path and Dean didn't think he could stop it. He didn't think he wanted to see what happened when Sam got to where he was heading either. Maybe it would be better to just leave now, get out of dodge and run.
Taking a chance on his destiny, Dean chose to run to The Doctor and the blue box. He'd never have to see how Sam's blood drinking ended this way, wouldn't have to know how he'd failed to keep his brother safe. He would just keep running and never look back.
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Date: 2009-03-14 11:46 am (UTC)mid to late s2...
Date: 2009-03-22 04:21 pm (UTC)Dean's mind is running in circles, though. He can't stop thinking about Sam's fucking destiny, about Dad being dead, about everything that's been happening to them lately.
It sucks right now and Dean's just...tired. He's tired of dealing with everything.
He knows one sure-fire way to make all those other thoughts go away, though, so he strips to his boxers and slides a hand down to wrap around his soft dick. He starts of with slow strokes, thinking about the hot mom they interviewed yesterday, with her low cut top and her soft looking lips. She's single, too, and she wouldn't stop checking both of them out.
Dean imagines her after they save her, thankful and full of adrenaline. She'd press up to Dean, offer him whatever he wants in return for saving her. She'd extend the invitation to Sam.
They'd go to her room, strip, she'd kiss Sam, all eager and crawling into his lap and Dean'd slide up behind her, reach and around and cup her pretty tits, rub against her back, and she'd beg so pretty for Sam's mouth on her, for Dean inside her, and then she'd ride Dean, reverse cowgirl style, while Sam licked her, his tongue sometimes straying to lick up Dean's dick as it fucked into her...
He strokes himself faster, soft moans falling from his lips, thumb pressing hard to the spot right under the head.
He thinks about Sam sliding into her alongside Dean, her sweet, gorgeous sounds as she's filled up so good by their dicks, Sam biting at her neck as he starts to move. And it'd be so tight, so fucking good with Sam's dick rubbing against his, that Dean wouldn't be able to hold on and he'd come...
Dean does, hard and fast, groaning out something unintelligible - Sammy, oh fuck - before collapsing back with a sigh. He wipes his hand clean with some tissues, curls up under the covers, and passes right out.
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Date: 2009-03-14 11:46 am (UTC)Warrior - epicness in a 100 words
Date: 2009-03-15 02:13 am (UTC)Arthur is a warrior but when something he loves is in danger he forgets all the dicipline and fights fueled by instinct and need.
Together they are deadly, a force of nature, unstoppable. Magic and sword moving, melding, far stronger together than the pieces apart.
And in the end it comes to this - after all the battles it comes to this.
The two of them, standing back to back - ready to tear down the world and build a new one - for something they love.
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Date: 2009-03-14 11:47 am (UTC)Wet dreams, Demons, Galvin/Luke
Date: 2009-03-29 01:36 pm (UTC)In his dreams, Galvin slides a vibrator into him, swallowing his cries as he leans in and takes Luke’s mouth in a kiss, turning up the speed on the toy until Luke’s hips snap up off the bed and it feels like he’s rubbing his wrists raw in the cold metal of the handcuffs. In his dreams, Galvin keeps him on edge for what feels like forever – although Luke knows, somewhere in the back of his mind, that most dreams are over in seconds, if that.
He always wakes just as he comes, spilling into sheets that are wrapped around him and alone in his own bed. He wakes with Galvin’s name on his lips, and he falls back, head thumping on the pillow as he groans with embarrassment.
Later, whenever he sees Galvin, he’ll have to hide his blush, his need and his sudden arousal and Luke’s beginning to wonder if he should just say ‘to hell with it’ and lean in for a kiss anyway, even if Galvin does punch him for it. He’s beginning to think it would be worth it.
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Date: 2009-03-14 11:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-14 11:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-04 06:34 am (UTC)"What are you, some kind of pervert?" he demands. "You don't just... stand there and stare at a guy while he's naked and..."
"Sorry." The stranger turns away enough to avert his eyes, then adds in a tone that manages to be questioning and knowing at the same time. "Werewolf?"
"Excuse me?" George sputters.
The stranger shrugs with an apologetic grimace.
"Me, too."
George blinks in stunned disbelief for a moment before scrambling to his feet and voicing his extreme displeasure and rejection of that idea.
"No! No, no, no, no, this cannot be happening again! It didn't work out the first time, and I'm not interested in..."
"What didn't work out?" The stranger laughs softly, shaking his head in bewilderment. "I just... noticed your problem... and thought... maybe I could help."
"How... could you possibly help?" George feels as if he's on the verge of tears. He's getting tired of strangers catching him in his most vulnerable moments. "This time of the month, there's nothing to be done. We're completely out of control..."
"I'm not."
"What?" George blinks in disbelief, confused.
"You changed last night." The stranger pauses, waiting until George reluctantly meets his eyes to add, "I didn't."
George can hardly process that. "You... didn't?"
"No. I've learned how to control it. I only change when I want to now." The stranger smiles as he adds cautiously, "And, if you'd like... I can help you learn to control it, too."
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Date: 2009-03-14 11:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-14 01:56 pm (UTC)Nick stroked his fingers down Connor's sides, twitching his hips slightly as he sank in deeper, and Connor groaned low and let his head drop down between his arms.
"Mmm, you're doing so good. So perfect, hot and tight. God, you have no idea how fucking good you feel." Nick bit his lip and bottomed out, his hips snug against Connor's. Sweat pricked his skin as he fought to stay still, giving Connor time to adjust, his muscles fluttering around Nick's length.
Finally Connor rocked his hips a little to get Nick to move. Nick curled his fingers around Connor's hipbones and pulled out slowly, torturing himself as much as Connor until he almost slipped out, letting himself go as he snapped back inside.
"Fuck," Connor swore, fingers clawing in the sheets, clenching down.
Nick leaned in to kiss the back of his neck again, talking quietly against the skin as he thrust shallowly, just an inch or two with restraint that surprised even him.
"Okay, it's okay," Connor gritted out, relaxing under Nick.
Nick exhaled loudly and started longer strokes, holding Connor's hips tight as he thrust, losing himself in the feeling, the tightness that held him securely.
Connor's voice babbling quietly kept him from losing it completely, and he reached around and curled his fingers around Connor, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Connor cursed and shoved back, coming thick and hot over Nick's fingers, clenching down so tight on Nick that he thought he'd black out from it.
It didn't take long after that, Nick thrust wildly, left bruises on Connor's hips until he came with a blinding rush.
He came to curled tightly around Connor, Connor's head tucked under his as their breathing slowed.
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Date: 2009-03-14 11:55 am (UTC)Gift
Date: 2009-05-06 07:50 pm (UTC)It wasn't a secret that Kaylee loved the finer things in life. The very fact that she'd gotten her something so perfect. She smelt them deeply never having touched, let alone owned a rose before.
"Where did you find them," she asked touching a petal with the very tip of her finger.
"None of that. I'm not telling you a think about them besides the fact that they are yours," Simon said kissing her cheek.
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Date: 2009-03-14 11:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-16 02:00 am (UTC)One skilled at the workings of the most complicated machines, the other skilled at the workings of the human body.
But once in a while, Kaylee proved herself to have unparallelled skills in the manipulation of human physiology.
"They're going to write legends about me someday," Kaylee giggled as she plopped on the bed. Simon could only nod in agreement.
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Date: 2009-03-14 12:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-14 12:08 pm (UTC)Week spot
Date: 2009-05-31 08:15 pm (UTC)Eliot knew he had to break up with Alec soon. There was just no way around it. Him working with a team was putting them all at risk already and Eliot wasn't willing to endanger Alec even more. Soon enough someone would find out that Hardison was Eliot's week spot and take advantage.
No, he wouldn't let anything happen to Alec. and that's why he was standing outside Hardison's apartment and not knocking or ringing the bell. Eliot tried to make himself believe that it was best for all of them if he ended it now. Now, that the thing between them hadn't become too deep or strong. Now that it was still fresh enough to be broken off easily.
Before he had managed to convince himself that it really was best to break up with Alec, the door opened and Hardison looked at him sleepily and a little confused.
"Eliot?"
What are you doing here? Why aren't you coming inside? Why are you looking at me like that?
Alec didn't ask any of those things but Eliot knew how to read him - wasn't hard since Hardison had always been an open book. At least to Eliot.
"I, uh, needed to talk to you. Tell you something."
Alec nodded slowly and let Eliot inside.
"Hardison, we. I-"
He had no idea how to do this. Vanishing and not coming back for a few months like a few years ago was easier than actually having to say the words.
"Hey, how about we get some sleep and talk in the morning?"
Alec yawned and turned around to walk toward his bedroom.
Eliot looked after him and tried to decide what to do. Funny how making decisions and acting fast and mercilessly used to be one of his strengths.
"You comin'?" Alec called from down the hallway and Eliot finally reacted.
"Yeah, on my way," he yelled back while following Alec into the bedroom and taking off his jacket.
Breaking up would have to wait a few more hours. Maybe tomorrow morning Eliot would know what to say.
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Date: 2009-03-14 12:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-12 06:40 am (UTC)It's the only way to communicate with these people -- the only thing they understand...
He takes Lubov by surprise, wrapping a length of thin rope around his throat and jerking him back against his own larger, more muscular frame. They're alone in an alley, no one around to witness the scene and interfere in what they don't understand.
"Do you have what I want yet?" Ballard demands. "What have you learned?"
"N-nothing!" Lubov stammers, clearly terrified. "I swear to you, I've been asking, but no one has heard of this 'dollhouse'. Are you..." He hesitates, grimacing slightly as he ventures, "... are you sure it actually exists?"
Motivated by equal parts frustration and systematic manipulation methods, Ballard drives a fist into the mobster's back, allowing the rope to fall slack and releasing Lubov as he collapses forward onto his knees. Slowly, Ballard walks around to face him.
"I'm not happy, Lubov," he states coldly, hoping he sounds suitably scary.
The fact that he's towering over the kneeling mobster, alone in a deserted alley, might help to set the mood.
He looks down at his captive and waits expectantly. When Lubov looks up at him -- wide, dark eyes staring up with near-innocence through thick, lush lashes -- Ballard feels his breath rush out of his lungs at the sensual expression on his face.
"I can make you happy," he whispers, no trace of a Russian accent in his voice. "I can do... whatever you want..."
"What?" Ballard is horrified, backing away hurriedly and pushing away the seeking hands of the kneeling stranger. "No! What are you...? No!"
The young man flinches slightly, drawing back and whispering, "Okay. Whatever you want."
Ballard is stunned and confused and horrified. He hesitates a moment before crouching in front of him, studying him closely. Nothing he'd read had indicated that Lubov had any mental problems, but he was beginning to wonder if he was a schizophrenic. As he waits, unsure what to do or say, Lubov shakes his head slowly and then looks up at him, a clarity of understanding returning to his eyes.
"Hey... what's up with you? What did you think you were doing?"
"I swear to you, I've told you everything I know. I realize that's n-nothing, but... maybe there is nothing! You have to at least consider that possibility!"
The desperation in Lubov's voice sounds real -- but Ballard has to wonder, at this point, if anything is real at all.
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Date: 2009-03-14 12:34 pm (UTC)(That line is actually in the script and since I just CAN NOT help myself...*is going to hell*)
Not smutty at all, but you might just like it.
Date: 2009-03-22 04:43 pm (UTC)He has toes, and the only fur he has is on his head - he doesn't feel like a walking rug any more.
There is still Cogsworth, not aged at all - the curse didn't let him change at all. As a clock he wasn't allowed to grow.
So now -
"Oh Cogsworth, my Cogsworth!" He cries at the sight of Cogsworth after hours, guarding the kitchens from his attentions.
He can only guess where Lumiere is, and he has a good idea - but here is Cogsworth, remembering his old habits from years ago, from when he would sneak down to the kitchens and take an extra snack from the staff.
"Now look here, young master - "
"I'm hungry, Cogsworth!" He says, trying a smile. He might just be able to charm Cogsworth, and with the joy they are all sharing -
"No. The kitchens are closed, and that means no more food for you!"
"Oh, Cogsworth..."
They share a smile, and then Cogsworth's gaze turns hard.
"I am not quite sure that you've realized that we can now control you, young sir. There will be no more fear, and no food for you this late at night!"
And the Prince - the Beast - realizes this. He no longer wields absolute authority here any longer.
And for once - it is a relief.
He closes his eyes and throws his arms around Cogsworth. "Thank you!" He cries, and is relieved to feel Cogsworth's arms around him before he is pushed back.
He can be controlled. That much is a relief.
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Date: 2009-03-14 12:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-25 02:58 pm (UTC)And he had tried. He really had.
But how was he supposed to concentrate on the presentation Sophie and Hardison were making when Eliot had shot him a heated glance over an oblivious Parker's head before starting to toy with the ridiculously whippy ruler he held. Nate lost all track of what was going on in the meeting, blood rushing from his brain to his cock at the thought of precisely what Eliot's clever hands could do to him with that slim piece of plastic.
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Date: 2009-03-22 03:59 pm (UTC)"Can't let you keep doing this," Nate says, barely loud enough to be heard over the music and Eliot blinks.
"What?" he practically sneers. "You're going to stop me?"
Nate sighs and steps into Eliot's space, forcing Eliot to look up at him. "I'm not going to stop you Eliot. I'm asking you if you can come to me with this."
Again, Eliot finds himself staring at Nate, eyes wide and mouth dry.
He swallows round the lump in his throat, then drops to his knees in one smooth move, not raising his head until Nate cups his chin and gently raises his gaze.
"Good boy," Nate murmurs, face relaxing into what Eliot can only describe as a Cheshire cat smile.
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Date: 2009-03-14 12:48 pm (UTC)Somethings are better left unknown, Orlando/Karl, FRG
Date: 2010-11-05 08:43 pm (UTC)It was a fair question, since the object in question was a boy's brief only twenty four sizes too small for Orlando. It was cute, in that it had Superman with lightening bolts behind him. It was disturbing because the Superman with lightening bolts were right at the little boy's crotch.
"That was my underwear when I was a wee lad. My mum got it for me when I was potty training."
Sure, it made sense that it was underwear when Orlando was a little boy - but that boy had grown to be a young man now, and while Karl was sure that he had pissed his pants on ocassion (like when he was drunk), he was quite positive that Orlando knew how to use the toilet when he wasn't drunk.
"Why do you still have it?" shit Karl mentally slapped himself upside the head immediately after asking. I should be asking why the fuck he wants to move in here with all this crap.
"I used to love that brief. Mum told me that no good boy would pee on Superman, so I needed to learn how to go on the toilet."
"...Yes, OK, I get that you have sentimental value attached to this, but for fuck sake Orlando, you have like two thousand boxes to move in here. Can't you pare down?"
If Karl had kicked a puppy, then this would be the feeling he would get from such cruelty. The guilt of telling Orlando to throw away his boyhood underwear, which probably had whizz stain on it, struck Karl like an anvil falling on the Wiley Coyote. What good man would tell the love of his life that ratty old underwear has no place in their new lives together?
"I can pare down, sure."
Orlando quietly walked over to Karl, still grasping the small underwear.
"But Superman stays."
When Orlando went to take the underwear from Karl, he noticed just how tightly Karl was holding onto it.
No. Karl tried to calm his body. I. Am. Not. Getting. Aroused.
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