you finally calm my head at night

[slushfund]

CHARACTERS: youichi hiruma and whoever wants to drop in
DATE: scattered throughout the middle of january, 5th to 15th
WARNINGS: potential murder talk and this boy's foul mouth
SUMMARY: catch-all for open and closed prompts this month

(want to hang out with this dickhead, but a prompt doesn't suit your fancy pants? hit me up with a pm or at frooting, i love everything. all cr welcome, but dear god he needs friends... and like ten shots of tequila...)

Comments

5/5

[moneyballer]

[he was trying 2 b nice, butt goodbye

he is walking over to the other side of the room]

[slushfund]

(i hate to see you go, but i love to watch you leave.)

No way, you're gonna be like that? (a pitched laugh from behind him... he's horrible, sorry asher, you're going to have to deal with him being a jerk-off; it's his only means of conveying affection.)

Humans only use ten, so you're not far off! You gonna give up on nine measly points?

[moneyballer]

[HE IS ANGRY BUT(T) 2 TIRED 2 yELL!!!!!!!

so he glares in hiruma's direction and gives him the middle finger, along with.... this disgusting face]

1/?

[slushfund]

...

1/2

[slushfund]

What's that supposed to represent, the size of your dick?

(SAVAGE)

[moneyballer]

[To be fair, that insult doesn't hurt as much as it should, but that's mostly because one of the few things he isn't insecure about is the size of his member. Gross. Still, he rushes back over to Hiruma's side of the gym, putting the other in a headlock that is surprisingly difficult to escape.]

You wanna say that again, bitch?

[slushfund]

(hiruma watches for a moment, asking himself whether it'd be funnier to run or just accept his fate -- and the decision ends up being the latter, headlock tight, hands predictably lifting...

before falling, dead-weighting against asher, pretty well hanging in his arms.)

I said, after your wimp-out, "is your middle finger supposed to represent the size of your dick?" Paraphrased, so ya get the whole story.

Would you like that question in writing?

[moneyballer]

You've got a rude mouth on ya.

[He shoves the other's cheek against a wall, smiling. None of it is actually violent, it's strangely good-natured teasing. This all feels so overwhelmingly normal.]

And I'm not about to whip it out, but-

[He clicks his tongue.]

I'm just gonna say I could prove you wrong, dude. So don't try me.

[slushfund]

...

(notes their position and feels obligated to say something..........)

I wasn't gonna say it to save ya some embarrassment, but this is how a ton of porn starts.

(LAUGHS HIMSELF SICK AGAINST THE WALL)

oh my g od i hate him will i regret this in the morning

[moneyballer]

Awwww.

[Uttered mockingly, although he does take a step back.]

That's cute, bro. You flirting with me?

oh my god

[slushfund]

(and that's just what he needed, wheeling around to face him, leaning back in an all too casual way against the wall.)

Think you're gonna get ass-pats outta me, bro, just 'cause you think you're hot shit? You better turn tail, hop on the treadmill, and run that stiffy off.

(you don't have a boner, it's okay man; he grins in the spirit of it all, a crooked thing that creases sharp eyes.)

Ah, besides, you aren't -- and I quote -- "into dudes."

[moneyballer]

[Asher let's go, folding his arms once more as he casts an inquisitive eyebrow upward.]

Yeah, you're right.

[He should just stop here, but he's an Extra kind of douche, so he winks in the other's direction.]

Too bad for you.

[This is said with a smug grin, after clapping Hiruma on the shoulder.]

I'm great in bed.