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.
One porn, coming up. Part one...
Date: 2004-08-23 10:59 am (UTC)Percy glared at the wall. It was absurd!. He and Charlie had been home for something like nine hours, and as soon as their parents had gone off—Dad to work; Mum to run errands—he’d called up some girl he barely knew, she’d come over, and bugger all if they weren’t in bed half an hour later.
That never happened to Percy. Percy had come up to begin his summer reading when the girl had arrived, as he didn’t want to be left out of their conversation (which had obviously involved snogging after the obligatory hello).
Sodding bastard, with the Quidditch and the dragon internship starting soon, and annoying pretty shoulder muscles. It wasn’t fair!
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Pillock could at least use a silencing charm.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
He could even hear her gasping through the thin wall.
Fine. If Charlie couldn’t manage a simple silencing charm, Percy would do it for him.
He unfolded his legs off the bed and stepped into the hall and turned right.
Charlie’s door wasn’t even properly shut. With every thump of the bed against the wall, the loose old door wavered slightly on its hinges, exposing an inch, two inches, an inch of Charlie’s bare backside.
His bare upright backside.
Percy forgot about the silencing charm as he stepped closer to the door, his changing perspective bringing more and more of his brother’s arse into view, then allowing him to see the girl’s arse as well.
Which meant he could see Charlie’s penis sliding in and out of…
Percy swallowed hard. Of the girl’s anus. He tried to ignore how hard his cock had gotten at the sight of his brother’s hard purple one, pumping in an out. He tried to ignore it, but that wasn’t working, so he pressed his hand to his crotch--outside his trousers because he was certainly not going to wank while watching his brother fuck. He put his eye right to the opening of the door, pointedly not thinking this was just as sick.
That wasn’t a girl. She. He. She. Er. The person Charlie was slamming into had her. his. whatever. her skirt rucked up over her back and was arching and flexing and fisting her. His. Whatever. …His own cock, squeezing and twisting and… Percy turned his head a bit for a wider view, pressing harder at his crotch and wondering how he was ever going to walk away from this door.
The bloke was biting one red-painted lip and gasping, the gasps Percy had heard from his own room. And Charlie! Charlie had his head thrown back, tendons in his neck straining and every muscle in his forearms straining as he gripped those hips so tight Percy was sure there would be unmistakable handprint bruises. The person seemed to like it, though, whimpering “harder.”
Charlie complied, even though Percy couldn’t see how it would be possible to fuck someone any harder than Charlie had already been.
And then, the, the boy bucked his hips and spurted come all over Charlie’s quilt, and Percy bit his own lip and unbuttoned his trousers.
And then Charlie grunted and must have come too, panting and bucking his hips erratically.
Percy squeezed his cock hard and closed his eyes and bit his tongue hard so he wouldn’t whimper because that was the most beautiful fucking thing he’d ever seen.
The old door creaked, and his eyes popped open. There was the girl, skirt back in place, looking at him.
Staring at him.
Hungrily.
Oh, god.
(tbc...)
Re: One porn, coming up. Part two...
Date: 2004-08-23 10:59 am (UTC)Charlie smiled. “Didn’t know.” He rolled gracefully off the bed and dragged Percy’s trousers down, and then the boy was on his knees, red lips closing around Percy’s cock.
Percy heard himself making noises, strangled choking sounds he hadn’t known he was capable of producing as he was pulled toward the bed, as the boy followed, never letting his cock go, sucking and licking and slurping obscenely, and then somehow they were on the bed and the boy flipped his skirt up again and Charlie was helping him, directing him, and then he was sliding his cock into.
Oh god.
Into the boy’s loose hole, stretched and warm and slick with Charlie’s come.
That last thought was all he needed to push him over the edge, teeth gritted, trying and failing not to let his brother’s name come out of his mouth as he came. He collapsed to the bed, panting, and watched as the boy got up, fixed his skirt, and left.
Charlie cast a cleansing charm on both of them and walked the boy down the stairs to the Floo. When he returned, Percy had fled to his room, but Charlie knocked and came in. “Perce?”
“Wh-what?” He could feel his cheeks flaming, now that it was over and he had, he had. Done. That.
“Next time? Just come on in.”
“Next time?”
“Any time.”
Charlie turned to leave, and Percy tried to ignore his cock hardening again as he read about magical creatures.
Re: One porn, coming up. Part two...
Date: 2004-08-23 11:05 am (UTC)*re-reads*
Re: One porn, coming up. Part two...
Date: 2004-08-23 11:12 am (UTC)I must look very strange with my jaw slack, a slight smile... that and the trail of drool... whoa.
Icarus
Re: One porn, coming up. Part two...
Date: 2004-08-23 11:20 am (UTC)Re: One porn, coming up. Part two...
Date: 2004-08-23 11:27 am (UTC)Yeah.
I'd say so.
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Date: 2004-08-23 12:00 pm (UTC)*fangirls* O.O
Re: One porn, coming up. Part two...
Date: 2004-08-23 12:03 pm (UTC)Re: One porn, coming up. Part two...
Date: 2004-08-23 12:40 pm (UTC)"Pr0n, the gift that keeps on giving."