OKAY THEN, Here's the biz, Winter is still unsure about what happened last friday night (What did happen last friday night, mandie? Well, I'm not telling you, you'll have to read it.) and had been avoiding Lorne, his neighbor and bestfriend, for a week. They are alone in Winter's room after a strange fight, and the mood was very serious and very intense...so, since I hate that shit, I decided: What would Roy do? And seeing that Roy is a major perv and a total tease, I thought the mood should be lightened, a bit...and then they should freakin get it on (but I'm not putting that bit in...like I sz you gots ta read this shite!) Now you should know how completely in LOVE with my characters I am...and yes, I am completely and totally Lorne, although I'd rather be Winter most of the time.
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Snippet is from Chapter 7 of _Winter_, by James Parker Lombard (copyright, ya'll)
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“Should we talk? I mean, about all this?” Lorne asked, imploringly, Winter could feel his eyes on him, and despite feeling extremely goofy, he continued rocking rhythmically. The motion was calming him.
“I don’t wanna talk right now.” Winter said.
“Would you like me to go?” Lorne sounded sad, “I can go, but I’d like to talk sometime.”
“Okay.” Winter said, he heard Lorne move on the other side of the room. Winter lowered his hands and opened his eyes. Lorne was standing, and had just put his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt. He looked like he was getting ready to go. Wait, Winter thought, that wasn’t what I meant, “I didn’t mean ‘okay, go.’ I meant ‘Okay, talk sometime.’”
“Oh.” Lorne said, nearly surprised. He took his hands from his pockets and sat back down, this time on the edge of the bed. They sat in awkward silence for a while longer, avoiding eye contact with the other person. Lorne, after a minute, began tapping his feet; Winter looked up and Lorne smiled at him, a huge smile. “Oh, Stop looking so worried. Do you think I’ll jump you?” Winter was surprised, he could feel his eyes get wider. Lorne was making a joke of this? “Cause I’m SO gay for you? And I can’t keep my hands off of you?” Now Winter was horrified, he gripped the seat of the wooden chair hard with both hands. This wasn’t funny, how could Lorne think this was funny? Lorne began to laugh uncontrollably and lay back on Winter’s bed with his hands over his mouth. “I’m sorry...it’s not funny really. It’s just your...O, my God...we both are so serious...and...and..” He was gasping for air between spurts of laughter.
“Fuck. You think this is funny?” Winter was starting to get pissed.
“Yes?!”
“Why? It’s not funny. God, you’re a fucking dick!” Winter stood up and stomped towards the bed, Lorne was red faced and holding his sides.
“No, no. I can’t help it, I’m nervous, and it is...it is funny.” The laughter was fading slowly... “Aw, come on Win, isn’t it funny in the littlest bit?”
“No. Not even in the smallest way.” Winter had gone from angry to hurt, he felt like Lorne was making fun of him. Winter made tight fists of his hands, he was livid, and Lorne, he was still smiling goofily but the loud laughter had all but ceased. He propped himself up on his forearms.
“Nothing? Not even: ‘Hey, Winter wanna make out?’ Not funny?” Lorne looked imploringly up at Winter’s face. Suddenly Winter realized the danger of his position, Lorne had made him take it serious, he had disarmed him. Shit, Winter thought. Lorne’s left eyebrow was raised. Winter’s eyes widened with fear, and then Lorne grabbed him and pulled him down onto the bed in one swift move. God, he was fast; in what seemed like a split second, Winter had been pulled onto the bed, thrown on his back and straddled by Lorne, his legs bent and pressing against Winter’s thighs and calves, essentially trapping him beneath the weight of his body. Winter struggled to get up, but Lorne held him fast by the wrists and leaned hard into him. “Not funny?” Lorne’s eyes narrowed, “But you pulled me on top of you earlier.” Lorne was teasing him, Winter fought harder, wiggling uselessly beneath Lorne in order to free himself.
“Fucker, get offa me!” Winter’s cheeks were hot, he was getting angry now.
“I gotta tell you, I kinda like this. Squirm all you want.” Lorne bent down so that his face was just inches from Winter’s. “And I think that you don’t dislike it. So, Winter, DO YOU wanna make out?” Lorne’s half smile was an attempt at being sexy, Winter thought, it was pissing him off more.
“Fuck you! Get out!” Winter was helpless beneath him.
“But you just said you wanted me to stay.” His sicky sweet voice was enraging.
“That was before you started being all pervy. Stop treating me like a girl.” He spat out the words. Lorne leaned closer and whispered into Winter’s ear.
“Oh, I’d never treat a girl like this. But you, you don’t want to be at fault, there’s no shame if I jump you, right? You couldn’t help it? Right? Couldn’t stop me?” Then Lorne licked the very edge of Winter’s ear, moving his tongue downwards and breathing softly. Just as he did that Friday night, Winter convulsed, but this time he whimpered as well. “Tell me to go, tell me to stop. Win, I’ll stop.” Lorne was kissing his neck now. “Tell me to stop. But you don’t want to.” Lorne’s tongue slid along his jaw line, before he pressed his lips for a full second against Winter’s cheek. Winter was angry, confused, tired of struggling and he tightened his lips so that they were a thin line pressed hard against his teeth. “Oh, Win, really?” They were nose to nose now, Lorne was feigning deep disappointment, “You don’t want me to kiss you?” Lorne’s dark green-hazel eyes were staring right into Winter’s murky grey eyes, his anger turned to alarm. Lorne repeated, “Don’t you want me to kiss you? Say no and I’ll let you go.” Lorne pressed his lips against Winter’s with a loud smacking sound pulled away and smiled wide. “You aren’t saying no. That means you want to say ‘Yes, Lorne; kiss me, Lorne; I can’t stand it, Lorne; put your tongue in my mouth, Lorne.’” Winter was horrified, how could Lorne tease him about this? But he did feel an odd sense of relief beneath the surface of his horror and anger, it was like Lorne had said, he had been given no choice, so who could blame him? He finally opened his mouth to say “Stop it!” but with the first syllable Lorne’s mouth was on his, hard, it felt like he was bruising his lips. At first he tried to fight it off, turn his head away from Lorne’s insistent mouth and tongue, but then the same frightening desire from the other night took over, and Winter felt himself relax, responding to Lorne’s kisses. Each time Lorne’s tongue entered his mouth it was like an electric charge up his spine, and before long his tongue was seeking Lorne’s mouth again. The grip on his wrists relaxed somewhat, but by that point Winter didn’t feel like regaining control. His breath was coming quick and his pulse was racing, any anger he felt was quickly dissipating.
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