School. *sigh*
Aug. 23rd, 2004 08:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
icarusI know I've been up all night, so I'm going to see the downside of things just because I'm tired.
I know that since WG's mom and my stepmom both have cancer, I'm going to be feeling sort of low.
I know that since WG is fragile, flipping out over little things and otherwise just not himself, I'm going to be a little less than chipper, eh?
I know that I'm depressed because WG is out of work and worrying about how he can afford to fly down if something happens to his mom. His bleak, "If it were stage IV cancer then it would be time to break out the death-suit" doesn't exactly lift one's mood.
I know that I'm feeling a little bummed out because our usual happy-go-lucky weekend chat was not so happy-go-lucky, right at a time I wanted/needed some happy-go-luckyness. Badly.
But things aren't looking good at the moment for the financial aid, without which I won't be able to go back to school this fall. Last year I knew on August 8th. It's August 23rd, and there's still no word.
There's a certain satisfaction that comes with the irrefutable proof that the world is completely fucked. *nods*
ETA: Is there something you can do, you ask?
Why, yes!
Write me porn. Lots and lots of porn. Entertain me. *cracks whip* Dance, dance, I say! Give me recs. Write glowing reviews of my stories. Anything. Anything at all.
I know that since WG's mom and my stepmom both have cancer, I'm going to be feeling sort of low.
I know that since WG is fragile, flipping out over little things and otherwise just not himself, I'm going to be a little less than chipper, eh?
I know that I'm depressed because WG is out of work and worrying about how he can afford to fly down if something happens to his mom. His bleak, "If it were stage IV cancer then it would be time to break out the death-suit" doesn't exactly lift one's mood.
I know that I'm feeling a little bummed out because our usual happy-go-lucky weekend chat was not so happy-go-lucky, right at a time I wanted/needed some happy-go-luckyness. Badly.
But things aren't looking good at the moment for the financial aid, without which I won't be able to go back to school this fall. Last year I knew on August 8th. It's August 23rd, and there's still no word.
There's a certain satisfaction that comes with the irrefutable proof that the world is completely fucked. *nods*
ETA: Is there something you can do, you ask?
Why, yes!
Write me porn. Lots and lots of porn. Entertain me. *cracks whip* Dance, dance, I say! Give me recs. Write glowing reviews of my stories. Anything. Anything at all.
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Date: 2004-08-23 08:52 am (UTC)Icarus
Porn, not hugs
Date: 2004-08-23 10:18 pm (UTC)"No hugs?"
"No!"
Percy closed his eyes for a moment and massaged his temple, trying to rub away the headache that was forming. He saw Remus put his hand in the pocket of his cardigan.
"And no chocolate, either."
"No chocolate?" Remus sounded incredulous.
"No, Remus, just... fuck off."
Remus looked hurt for a moment, and Percy almost regretted his harsh words, but only almost. For instead of leaving, Remus just sat down across from him and stared into the fire.
Percy sighed and returned to his work, but his lover's presence made it impossible to concentrate. Honestly, couldn't he just leave well enough alone? Percy just didn't want to deal with it right now. Hugs and chocolate weren't the answer to everything, especially not to Weasley family feuds.
A low moan interrupted his sulk. Percy gritted his teeth and looked up in annoyance.
"Remus! I told you to-"
"Yes, you did."
"Remus!"
"I'm just doing what you told me to, Percy."
"That's not what I... oh, bugger."
"Oh, no, not for you. You may continue brooding. I can fuck off on my own."
Percy gaped as Remus raised his hips and pushed off his trousers, before he shrugged off his cardigan and the shirt underneath. Now completely nude, he relaxed against the back of couch and once again took his prick in hand. At Percy's involuntary whimper, he looked up with a frown.
"Do you mind? I'd like to wank in peace."
"I- Remus- er, never mind."
Percy looked down, unseeing, at the documents before him, pretending to work. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Remus masturbating, his head thrown back exposing that patch of skin that Percy liked to nip, his long legs stretched out towards the hearth, his toes digging into the soft carpeting. His skin was golden in the firelight, and its network of scars gleamed like ley-lines connecting all his most sensitive spots. One hand move untiringly on his cock, while the other kneaded his balls. Just then Remus made that groan he always made right before he thrust into Percy, and Percy was lost.
He pounced and had Remus' prick halfway down his throat before his lover noticed. Remus gasped as Percy's hot, moist mouth suddenly enveloped his cock, and he cried out Percy's name, thrusting into his mouth only a few times before he came.
Remus looked down at Percy with a fond smile and wiped the semen from the edge of his mouth. Percy grabbed Remus' hands and pulled him down onto the floor and into his arms. Remus grinned and began to unfasten Percy's trousers to free his erection.
"I thought you said, 'No hugs?'"
"I lied."