#I tried to do the stripes on the shirt and plaid boxers but it kinda (totally) failed

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Couldn't forget them! I am totally mentally stable and normal with no obsessions whatsoever!

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Struck by Lightning - 1/? | westallen fanfiction

A/N: After much struggling with names and how auditions exactly work and I’m pretty positive I got a lot of it wrong, but whatever...the first chapter is finally here!

Remember, I’m using gossip from Grant & Candice’s real life during The Flash’s run as inspiration for this soapy fic. I’m not saying this is what happened. Not by a long shot. So, just enjoy! :D And if it’s not your cup of tea, I have plenty of other fics to read. :)

It should also be noted that Barry is with Patty at the beginning of this fic, so you will have to endure some spallen. ;)

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez for beta’ing.

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Chapter 1 -

Twenty-five, half-dressed, and agitated as hell, Barry Allen came out of the bathroom and whined to his girlfriend sitting in the living room.

“Pattyyy.”

She lifted her head up, pushed her reading glasses up over her honey-colored strands and waited. She’d been prepared for the third outfit tried on for the day with him, but the loosely hanging purple and gold striped tie, blue and white unbuttoned collared shirt, and navy boxers with yellow ducks on them she could have never prepared for.

“Did you wear those boxers to bed?” she asked, setting her open book down on the couch and meeting him halfway across the room.

“No,” he said immediately. “I wore purple ones with green frogs on them and the word ‘Leap!’ a few different places.”

Patty bit her bottom lip and covered her mouth to restrain a giggle. She hadn’t been blind to the way his heels lifted and voice got squeaky when he said the word, ‘Leap’.

“What?” He frowned.

“Nothing.” She shook her head and tugged on his tie. “Come with me, Mr. Allen. I’ve made you some breakfast.”

He stopped suddenly, and she let go of him.

“Patty, I can’t eat now. I’m going to be late!”

A white, fluffy dog appeared at Barry’s feet and barked promptly up at her, wagging its tail. Then another almost identical dog appeared doing the same thing.

Patty looked down at them and then up at Barry, who seemed to be oblivious to the pair.

“Looks like the kids want to eat.”

He frowned. “Help me get dressed. Please?”

She sighed and shook her head at him.

“Just let me pour some dog food into the bowls, and then-”

“No!” He tugged on her arm in the direction of the bedroom.

“I don’t think we have time for that.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Won’t you be late?”

“PG version, Patty. Please.”

She dropped the suggestive demeanor and followed him into the bedroom where a pile of clothes lay on their bed and several strewn out hanging from the top of the closet door frame.

“Oh, boy.” She placed her hands on her hips.

“Well?” he asked hopefully, following her gaze.

“You can get rid of the tie,” she said. “Didn’t the casting director tell you that it wasn’t necessary to be so formal yesterday? Especially since the scene you’re reading from your character is in a more casual setting?”

“Yeah���” he trailed off, untying his tie and dropping it on the floor with the button-down shirt he’d been wearing. “But he also said a white t-shirt and sweats was too casual when I came in that way the day before.”

Patty nodded and cringed a bit.

“It kinda is.”

His shoulders slumped.

“So, what do I wear?”

She walked across the room and picked out a few items, one from the bed and another from the closet.

“Jeans,” she said, tossing a dark pair at him, which he just barely caught. “STAR WARS shirt.” She tossed the black tee at him.

“Wait, for real? Isn’t that too-?”

“Casual?” she filled in. “Your character’s a nerd.” She came to him and draped her arms around his neck. “Like you, like us.” She nuzzled his nose. “Put them on,” she whispered, then smiled. “If they disapprove again, just ask them.”

Barry blanched, as if the suggestion was completely intolerable.

“I can’t-”

“Or you can do the white tee with the red plaid button-down and vest. That’s nerdy too.”

She walked out into the living room and then the kitchen to feed the dogs.

Barry turned to look in the mirror with the clothes in his arms. He supposed Patty was right. Maybe he was overanalyzing this. He just needed to find the right ensemble and stick to it. But not wear it every day. He should definitely not wear it every day. That would mean a lot of laundry to do more than once a week. Though it would only be a few things to wash…

No. He was not going to wear the same thing every day.

“Hurry up, Babe,” came from the kitchen. “You still gotta eat and fix that bed head of yours.”

Barry paled. She was right. His hair was a mess, going in every direction. It was probably due to how little sleep he’d gotten the night before, tossing and turning, waking Patty up a few times. He couldn’t help it. This was the third day of chemistry tests, and he hadn’t felt certain about any of the women that had come in to do what should’ve been an easy, straightforward scene with him.

He’d already gotten his script for the pilot, and all the other actors had been hired for their respective characters. He was ready to get started! So, where was the mystery woman that was supposed to be perfect for him? Er- his character. Would they ever find her?

Shaking it off for the time being, Barry quickly got into the clothes thrust into his arms and power-walked to the bathroom to finish his morning routine, including fixing that hair of his. Then, he slid out into the kitchen and held out his arms, waiting for Patty’s approval.

She smiled, her perfect white teeth all showing.

“You look darling, Darling.”

He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling as he came to sit at the stool near where she was standing.

“I made you a bagel.”

He scoffed. “That’s it?”

She looked at him, amused. “Aren’t we the picky one?”

He blushed. “Sorry, it’s just… You made it sound like-”

“I made the works for you? Eggs, pancakes, waffles, sausage, etcetera?”

“Well…” He looked down at his fidgeting fingers. “Yeah.”

She tilted his head up and kissed him on the lips.

“I did. You can eat it when you come home from your auditions.”

He blinked.

“You’re already five minutes late! Go!”

He turned to look at the clock on the wall and immediately panicked. He got up, slipped his shoes on and ran out the door.

“Barry!” She ran after him. “Your breakfast! Your break-”

But he was gone and wasn’t looking back. She sighed and came back into the apartment. One of the dogs looked up at her and licked his lips.

“Ha. I don’t think so,” she said, and took a bite of the bagel herself.

…

Iris West walked down the block from her apartment the same way she did every day. The only difference was that today she had an audition. Which meant she wouldn’t be working at Jitters today. She’d be stopping by to have coffee with Linda and then going to her audition.

“Hey!” she said, as she slid into the booth where her best friend sat opposite.

“Hi,” Linda said in return, glued to her phone.

“Is that all I get?” Iris asked, pulling the phone out of her friend’s grasp.

“Hey!” Linda tried to reach for it, but it was useless.

“What is more interesting than me, hmm?” Iris teased, holding the phone out of reach.

“Nothing! Absolutely nothing! You are the supreme, goddess of all!”

Iris gave her a look. “Overkill, Lin.”

Linda snatched the phone back while she was distracted, and Iris didn’t make another reach for it. A waitress showed up with both their orders, and they each smiled and thanked her.

“You ordered for me?” Iris asked.

“Duh.” Linda rolled her eyes. “It’s a special day!” She put her phone down.

“Tell me about it. I’ve finally gotten to the chemistry test. You know how hard that is? To get past the initial audition to testing who you’re playing opposite?”

“Boy, do I ever.” Linda sighed.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Lin. I didn’t mean-” She reached across the table and covered her hand with her own.

“Don’t worry about it.” She shook it off. “One of these days will be my lucky day too. I’m sure of it.”

Iris forced a smile. “Will you tell me what you were reading?”

Linda rolled her eyes again. “You mean you didn’t see?” she blanched mockingly.

Iris laughed. “With all that reaching I had to do? Um, no.” She took a sip of her drink.

Linda sighed. “I was just looking up your co-star.”

“Mm, been there, done that.”

“Not impressed?”

She shrugged. “He’s only been in a few things, and it’s not like he matches his comic counterpart.”

“Well, neither do you.”

Iris scoffed. “Tell me about it. You know I went into a comic store and asked for comics for my character and they laughed at me, because they didn’t believe I was auditioning for that?”

“The way of the world, honey, I’m afraid.”

“Unfortunately.”

“So, back to your co-star…”

“Okay, he’s cute.”

Linda grinned.

“You afraid you’ll be tempted to date him?”

Iris laughed. “No way.”

“Then what?”

“Sometimes I get self-conscious around guys I’m physically attracted to. Especially when they turn out to be assholes after they figure it out.” She took a deep breath. “I just want to do my best, you know? If I don’t get this…I don’t know. I think I might move back home.”

Linda’s jaw dropped. “Quit acting? For real?”

Iris nodded, drawing her fingers around the rim of her mug.

“Did something happen?”

“No, nothing happened. I’m just…sick of not getting anywhere. Of only being a guest star for a couple episodes. That’s not going to put me on the map. It’s not going to get me anywhere. I’d be lucky if it got me in a Lifetime movie.”

“It’s a slow process, Iris. I mean, I should know. I haven’t gotten a role period in the past six months. I’m thiiiis close to making my dream job a barista at Jitters.”

Iris snorted.

“Seriously.”

“Yeah, I hear you. But I’ve been at this for years, Lin. Getting a lead role in a superhero show? Starring opposite a white guy? That could really take me places, or at least get my foot in the door. This couple is pretty epic in the comics. If they’re going to do anything like it on the show…I mean-”

“I thought you couldn’t find any comics, that people you shut me down.”

Iris rolled her eyes. “Since when has people shutting me down ever stopped me? A girl has to be her own hero every now and again.”

Linda smirked. “That’s a good line.”

“I’m thinking of selling it to the writers. Think they’d go for it?”

“Oh, absolutely.” Linda laughed. “Isn’t your character a badass reporter? No way she’d stand around to be saved by a superhero every time she was in danger.”

“And she’d be in danger a lot, becaaaause?”

“The superhero is in love with her.”

“Exactly.” Iris beamed, then sighed happily. “I really hope I get it.”

“I hope you do too. It’ll give me something new to watch on TV.”

Iris pushed her playfully.

“And seeing my best friend succeed will do wonders for my ego.”

“Your ego?”

“Well, yeah. I’ll be besties with a superstar.”

Iris snorted and took another sip of her drink.

“Do you know any of the competition?”

“Not personally. When I was waiting outside for the initial audition, a lot of pretty girls came and went. So, it’s definitely just about looks, probably not just about acting either. You gotta have something…some…gumption.”

Linda smiled at her admirably. “Another good word that should end up in the show.”

Iris laughed. “Maybe I should just make my own show.”

“And invite this Barry Allen to be a part of it?” She wiggled her eyebrows.

Iris shrugged her shoulders and took another sip of her drink.

“If he’s lucky.”

Linda laughed.

“Okay, I’m gonna go get a pastry and then we should get out of here. Your time slot is in half an hour, right?”

Iris checked her phone.

“Oh, my God, yeah, it is.”

“Do you want anything? Crumpet? Scone? Cake pop?”

Iris bit her bottom lip, debating.

“I better not,” she finally said. “If I eat any more sugary things, I’m going to become one.”

Linda rolled her eyes. “If you insist.”

“I do.”

But when Linda came back five minutes later, she’d gotten one of each, and Iris took two. Linda shook her head as the two of them headed for the door and the beautiful day that lay before them.

“I know you too well,” Linda sang.

Iris shook her head and took another bite of her scone, her voice muffled when she responded.

“Shut up.”

Linda laughed.

…

After about 10 beautiful women had come and gone, Barry felt hunger and boredom start to consume him. Day 3 of countless attractive, talented women walking through the door for a chemistry test with him, and not even he had tried to convince the casting director to give any of them another shot.

From behind the glass, Barry saw movement, and immediately straightened in his seat as his waited for David Singh, the casting director, to walk through the door. Mr. Singh came and sat across from Barry in the seat the latest contestant had been in. He laced his fingers together over his knees and leaned forward.

“What are you thinking, Barry?”

Barry’s stomach growled.

“Besides that you’re hungry.”

A blush crept up Barry’s neck.

“Think you can do one more?”

He looked up a little too excitedly.

“Only one more?” he asked.

“Before break,” Mr. Singh clarified.

“Oh.” Barry looked away sheepishly. “Yeah, yeah, I think I can do that.”

“Good.” Mr. Singh stood up and made his way towards the door. “And hey, you never know. This one could be the one!”

Barry forced a smile. “Yeah, maybe.”

Mr. Singh disappeared behind the glass windows again, and in his place came another beautiful, black woman, as was the requirement on the auditioning ad. She was petite, even with her high heels on, and she had a smile that nearly blinded him, much like the others had. But when he stood up to shake her hand, he met her eyes, and something happened.

“Hi, I’m Iris.”

He stood there, leaving her hand untouched for what felt like a lifetime. He couldn’t figure out what was so different about her, but he just had a feeling – a really good one.

“Barry?”

He blinked and shook his head.

“Sorry, yes, I’m Barry.” He shook her hand. “And you’re Iris.”

“Iris West.”

She smiled brilliantly again, and he felt his knees go weak. He gestured to the chair and script behind her, and she snatched them up immediately, swinging one knee over the other after she sat down.

“Your lines are highlighted in yellow.”

She nodded. “I see that.”

“Right.”

He was starting to feel hot.

Was it possible to have a t-shirt feel too tight around one’s neck?

Barry turned to look through the glass windows again and saw Mr. Singh reach for his microphone.

“Hey, Iris,” came over the loudspeakers.

Iris was clearly startled, so Barry pointed to the wall next to them and the man waving through the sheet of glass.

“Oh.” Her eyes widened. “Hello.” She waved a bit awkwardly. Barry found it cute.

“My name is David Singh. I’m the casting director for the show you auditioned for, Struck By Lightning. Your character’s name is Lily Lake and Barry’s here is Chase Tyler. He’s been in love with you for as long as he can remember, but your character is oblivious. In your mind, the two of you are just best friends.”

Iris nodded. She obviously knew this already, but it was good to have a reminder before officially doing the chemistry test.

“As soon as you’re ready, you may begin,” Mr. Singh said, then sat back down and moved away from the microphone.

Barry and Iris’ eyes met again.

“Don’t be nervous,” Barry whispered. “You’re going to do great.” He smiled a little, and Iris felt reassured.

He looked down at his script and then back at her, beginning.

“Lily, hey! Fancy meeting you here.” He gave her the most impeccable heart eyes.

“Fancy?” Iris rolled her eyes, smiling a bit. “I live right down the block.”

The script then said for her to hit him playfully, but Iris had a better idea. She tickled him.

Barry squirmed a bit, genuinely ticklish where she’d touched him and had to get his bearings for a moment before returning to the script.

“I- I know that, Lily. I just wasn’t expecting you.”

“Well, start expecting me more, mister.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his breath caught in his throat.

“Don’t act so surprised.”

His brows furrowed, in character more than he’d ever been.

“You got the job!”

“I got the-?”

“You’re the new CSI!”

“Oh, my God, really?”

This time she did smack him playfully.

“Don’t make me tickle you again.” She giggled.

“Aaaand, cut!” came Mr. Singh’s voice over the loudspeakers again. “That was great, Iris. Thank you. We’ll give you a call if we’re interested.”

Iris smiled. “Thank you, David,” she said, pleasantly surprising him with the use of his first name. She turned back to Barry. “And you too, Barry.” She held her hand out for him to shake it, but he stood up and wrapped his arms lightly around her, giving her the gentlest, most appropriate hug he could under the circumstances.

“Thanks for coming in,” he said, with a smile, and nodded to her when she turned away, a bit flustered as she made her way out.

As soon as she was gone, Barry turned around in her seat and made his announcement before Mr. Singh could even open the door.

“She’s it! She’s the one!”

Mr. Singh grinned as he walked through the doorway.

“I think so, too. You two have really great chemistry. I haven’t seen anything like it with any of the other girls, and not for a while in the movies and shows I’ve casted either. She’s definitely got my vote.”

Barry couldn’t stop smiling.

“She’s it. She’s Lily Lake.”

“Want to go tell her? Or should we make her squirm for a bit?”

Barry could hardly sit still. Finally, he leapt up and headed for the door.

“I hope she’s still on the block!”

Once outside, Barry scanned the sea of people, some recognizing him and gushing or rolling their eyes. He smiled politely at all of them and then spotted who looked to be Iris on the other side of the crowd talking to someone on her phone with one finger in her other ear.

“Iris! Iris!”

He made his way through the crowd as fast as he could, saying her name over and over to get her attention.

“Iris! Iris West!”

“I’m sorry, Lin. I’m going to have to call you ba-”

He turned her around before she could hang up the call.

“Barry!” Her eyes widened. “What- What are you doing here?”

“You got the part!”

“What?!” She gasped, unbelievably excited, taking his hands and jumping a little with him.

Finally, they stopped and laughed a bit at their foolishness.

“You’re Lily Lake.”

Without stopping to think, Iris jumped into his arms and held him tight. When he set her down, she looked deep into his eyes and held his hands.

“I’m your Lily.”

And that was it. His stomach dropped. Butterflies.

...

*Also posted on AO3 and FFnet.

[spunkylea]

The furnace repair man

This story starts out about my cat, Oreo.  Yes, she's black and white and the runt of the litter.   She was small and people always thought she was still a kitten when she was fully grown.  But more about her later. It was a blistery cold March Saturday when my furnace went out.  After fucking around with it for an hour, doing all the things I had done in the past to get it running I finally gave in and called my furnace guy.  Well, the bad news was he was on vacation in Florida.  The good news was he left a name and number on his answering machine for service in cases of emergency. I called the new number and a burly sounding man by the name of Dave answered.  I told him of my problems with the furnace and he said he could be out in an hour or two. In about an hour and ten minutes I heard his van pull into my driveway.  I wasn't surprised in the least by his appearance.  He looked just like he sounded on the phone. About five foot ten, burly, and roughed good looks.  Built like a lumberjack and kinda dressed like one too.  Bib overalls, and a plaid flannel shirt.  He had a coat on, but pulled it off before walking to my back door.  I let him in saying, "you must be Dave".   He said, "yep,and you must be Roger,  where's the beast that needs my attention?"  I led him to the basement and he got right to work.  I offered him coffee or hot chocolate but he refused the offer saying maybe later.  I went back upstairs to make the hot chocolate.  About 10 minutes he came up saying he needed a part from his van.  Once back on the job, he had her (the furnace) fired-up and pumping out heat like brand new.  He collected his tools and came up from the basement.  "She needed a new fuel nozzel is all.  Should be nice and toasty in here pretty soon" he said.  "Can I use your bathroom to clean up a bit?  Then I'll take a cup of that hot chocolate, if the offer still stands."  I show him to the bathroom and poured us both a cup of hot coco.  Now, a small detail I forgot you mention is that my bathroom door has louvers in it to let the heat in.  You can't see through them but you can hear pretty much everything going on in there.  And after washing up, I heard him taking a leak.  Now this is where Oreo comes back into the picture.  You see she loves to watch me pee.  And if my bathroom door is not latched properly she just jumps on it and it opens.  Well, that's exactly what happened. Oreo pushes the boor open.  There stood Dave, bib overall down to his ankles holding what looked like the thickest cock I had ever seen in my entire life.  And let me tell you, I've played with, and sucked plenty of cocks in my day.  Dave was also holding his shirt up aound his chest, probably to keep from pissing on it.  So I'm seeing this man completely naked from the chest down.  Oh my God, what a sight!  He was so hairy!  Thick curly black hair covering every inch of him.  And that ass just jutted out begging to be eaten and fucked.  I immediately started getting  hard.  I ran to the door, close it and apologized for Oreo jumping on it and opening it.  But before I did, I took one more (what felt like a full minute) look at that gorgeous dick and ass.  Dave just chuckled and said, "That's quite a talented cat you got there.  What other tricks have you taught her."  I apologized again and assured him that I had not taught her that.  He just laughed as I heard him washing his hands.  When he came out of the bathroom, I once again apologized and told him how embarrassed I was.  Dave just chuckled again and said, "Hey, we're both guy, its not like you saw something that you don't have, right?"  I laughed and replied, "Yea, but yours is a whole lot bigger than mine and you're ten times more hairier than me. Not that I was staring or anything."  He chuckled again and said, "I caught you looking.  You liked what you saw, didn't you?"  I couldn't believe what he said.  I'm sure I was turning red.  I hesitated for a few seconds and then said, "well you sure have an awesome cock."  I could believe his next words.  "You've seen mine, now let me see yours"  I almost dropped my coffee cup.  He moved close to me and looked deep into my eyes.  "What would you do if I kissed you right now?"  I didn't get a change to answer before he grabbed my head with both hand and planted one on me.  He kissed me long and hard and we made out for what seemed like ten minutes, exploring each others mouth with our tongues.  He reached down and undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them.  We broke our embrace and he knelt before me, pulling down my pants and underwear.  My hard cock sprung out like a jack in the box.  He looked up at me and said, "Dam man, that's a nice size cock!"  He took the head into his mouth swirling around it with his tongue for a couple minutes.  Then he went down on the whole shaft.  I could tell this wasn't his first cock.  He knew just what a man likes.  He was moaning and groaning and really enjoying sucking my dick, leaking loads of pre-cum, telling me how good I tasted.  "Don't cum yet, I want you to fuck me, OK?  Dam, I hope you're a top."  I assured him I would indeed fuck him but wanted to taste his big fat rod first.  Well, that would have to wait because we wasn't nearly ready to give up on mine.  He sucked, licked and gobbled on my throbbing cock for what seem like ten more minutes until I was very close to cumming.  I finally had to say, "OK, OK, its my turn now."  With that he released his firm grasp on me, licked his lips and stood up.  I started to undo his bib overall when he grab my face again and began making out with me.  As we kissed and sucked each others tongues, I got one strap of his bibs undone.  He took the other one of his shoulder and they dropped to the floor.  Then he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and pulled it off over his head.  I took a half step back to take in that magnificent masculine chest, and arms.  The thought raced through my mind again that this man could very well be a lumberjack.  His hair was black, thick and gorgeous!  I ran my hands through his thick mat.  Finding his nipples, I gave them a light pinch.  Dave shuttered and  threw his head back saying, "Oh, yes, my God, I love that.  Harder, please, harder!  I gladly complied and worked one with my right hand and the other with my mouth.  I could feel his enormous meat straining against his boxers.  Without stopping the work on his nipples, I reached down and freed his cock from its captivity.  It  sprang out like a rattle snake striking its prey.  Dave gave out a moan of delight as I grabbed his cock to feel just how big it was.  Now mind you, my hands aren't that big but I couldn't close my hand around that massive tool without squeezing it some.  I had to look.  I guessed it had to be close to ten inches long and nearly seven inches round.  I wanted to run and get a tape measure, but now certainly was NOT the time for that.  Instead, I just massaged the monster, pulling, rubbing, jerking.  We had begun making out again until I broke it off to take a nice long look at my new toy.  "Oh my God, that's got to be one of the biggest cocks I've ever seen up close and personal like this!"  I dropped to my knees, hoping I could take that massive hunk of meat.  I worked its head for a few minutes, showing him that I too knew what a man likes.  Then I took the plunge.  Slowly taking an inch or so at a time until I had all but a couple of inches left.  I knew if I tried to take it all I'd gag.  I could tell Dave was enjoying my work by the wonderful grunts and moans he was making.  He grabbed my head and started skull fucking me.  Thrusting that amazing dick in me just far enough not to gag me.  "Dam man, I can't believe you can take it all.  You suck cock like a pro!  You could really make me cum any time now!"   After a few more minutes he said, "Ok, can you fuck me now?"  I said, "Yes, that sure sounds like a wonderful idea."  We striped the rest of our close off leaving them in a pile on my kitchen floor.  I led Dave to my bedroom.  He laid on his back on my bed.  "How do you want me?" he ask.  I said, "You just lay there and let me do all the work."   "Wow, a man who likes to take charge, I can get into that."   Climbing on top of him, I started making out with him, then slowly and taking my time worked down  to his neck.  From his neck I went to his left arm pit, sucking, licking and biting.  Dave is moaning with pleasure and said, "Man, you really know how to please a guy, I can't wait till you mount me and fuck the hell out of me."  "We'll get there man, just enjoy the ride", I answered.  Pits to nips, first one then the other.  I thought he was going to cum he was enjoying the trip I was taking him on so fucking much.  Ever so slowly I headed south, stopping to kiss, lick, and suck every few inches.  When I arrived a my first destination he was pouring pre-cum by the ton.  I didn't waste any time lapping it up and paying some special attention to that magnificent cock head.  I didn't want him to cum so I only worked his dick for a short time before paying some much need attention to his balls.  Hadn't mentioned it before but he has some very nice low hangers, very size proportional to his massive cock.  And I love playing with another man's balls.  I grab a pillow from the side of the bed and shoved it under him, propelling his fuck hole up where I could get at it better and lifting him up to get at that those perfectly shaped mounds of ass. "Oh my God, please fuck me now Roger, I can't wait any longer" he practically screamed.  I said,"I got to lube you up some first."  And began eating his ass.  Now I won't give away any of my secrets but I've learned a few tricks about eat ass and I used every one of them on Dave.  I was just about ready to go for the gold when I remembered one more move I just had to entice him with.  I scooted up close and started rubbing his cock with mine, taking them both in one hand and jerking us both.  We were both making so much pre cum it was getting very intense.  Time to give this man what he's begged for almost from the time he arrived.  I placed the head of my rod against his hole rubbing it.  I thought he was going to go insane.  Dave moved his ass up and down trying to force me inside.  But, as he had said, I was in charge of this fuck fest.  Slowly, I entered him with just my cock head.  In out, in out, teasing this hot masculine stud.  Knowing that I was driving him wild and that once I penetrated him completely he would love every minute of it and I wanted to prolong this great sensation for as long as possible.  Finally, even I couldn't take it any longer and I drove in slow but deep.  Dave let out a loud moan and said, "Oh fuck yes, fuck me, fuck me Roger!  Dam you, you've made me wait so long!"   I pumped my seven incher slowly at first while he jerked himself.  I pushed his hand away from his dick so I could jerk him, although I wasn't about to let him cum anytime soon.  After a few minutes I picked up the pace, faster and faster, while Dave moan and groan with ecstasy.  Then I stopped.  I think he thought I had cum but I wanted to ask him a question.  Weird you're thinking.  "So Mr. furnace repairman, do you ever top"?  I asked.   "Oh fuck yea, I do, he answered, if you think you can take it!"    "Oh, I'll take as much as I can, but I don't think any of it will go to waste.  So you're going to fuck me too, right?"  "If that's what you want, I will."  We flip fucked for about two hours and I came three times and Dave said he did too.  We decided to keep in touch  

[tss-grimmverse]

Chapter 2: Gloxinia

it doesn’t mean much

it doesn’t mean anything at all

the life i’ve left behind me is a cold room

Virgil stirred to wide-eyed awareness twice in the night, both times because he thought he heard doors opening. But he was too exhausted to get up and check, and reluctantly settled down after the adrenaline wore off.

The third time he opened his eyes, the sky outside his bedroom window glowed an early morning blue and he desperately needed the restroom.

Groaning, he grabbed his hoodie from where he’d slung it over the headboard the night before, pulled it securely around him, and padded across the hallway. Once finished, he tiptoed cautiously into the main room, finding it exactly as he had left it the night before.

Was he still alone? If the sounds he’d heard were Logan coming in super late, at best the dude was probably still asleep.

Hell, I should still be asleep, Virgil thought, wandering blearily into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator, more out of curiosity than actual hunger, and let out a surprised laugh.

“Holy troll shit, that is a lot of jelly,” he murmured, pulling out a jar to read the label. Crofters Organic.

Oh.

That explained the postscript.

The sound of front door opening and closing startled him to his feet. Virgil hastily replaced the jar, lining it back up next to its dozen or so neighbors.

Closing the fridge door, he looked over the counter and found himself face to face with the most gorgeous person he’d ever laid eyes on. His heart stuttered. The newcomer dumped a keyring on the counter…shit, this was Logan?…and adjusted a pair of half-moon glasses.

“You must be Virgil,” he said in a deep, tranquil voice, stepping out of a pair of worn athletic shoes.

Virgil made a croaking noise that tried to become a greeting before getting stuck halfway down his throat.

Logan swept through the apartment, disappearing into the furthest room and reemerging with a towel. Sweat glistened on his bare chest, bark dark and beech smooth, and sparkled in black hair braided into a dozen wavy rows against his scalp. The guy had one of those sculpted, solid builds, all broad, lean planes and bold, sensual lines. An artist’s dream to shade; a little awkward to hug.

Virgil swallowed hard, forcing his poor gay eyes away.

Somehow between the normalcy of the apartment and the weirdly formal note, he had forgotten that Logan was half faery; half Court Fae, in fact, if his looks were any clue. Such faeries were, as a rule, heartbreakingly beautiful.

Upon closer examination, his non-human heritage was obvious. Ears that swept up and back to points on either side of his head, clearly visible to Virgil’s changeling gaze. Frost white streaks that twined through his braids. And those fae, prismatic eyes: the irises an explosion of frost and indigo and smoke that coalesced into a deep slate gray.

Eyes that gazed a little too deep, burned a little too wild behind his glasses.

Virgil knew he ought to say something, but his addled brain had forgotten how to operate his mouth.

“Apologies for my unkempt state,” Logan said as he patted himself down. “I always do my running in the morning before it gets too hot.”

“Uh…yeah,” Virgil muttered, wrenching his gaze from smooth muscles and a graceful sweeping collarbone to Logan’s stormy eyes, so striking in that dark face. “No, I mean…that’s cool.”

Eloquent, Virgil.

Logan eyed him impassively.

Virgil became abruptly and painfully ashamed to be dressed in nothing but ratty boxers and a faded hoodie. Maybe he could just escape into my room and put pants on or would Logan hate me for being rude but maybe he already hates me for being half naked in the living room what the hell is wrong with me…

“Do you drink coffee?”

Logan hung the towel over one of the dining room chairs and swept past Virgil into the kitchen. A trace of that elusive teal scent from the night before followed in his wake, nearly making Virgil swoon. Even his voice was sexy: dark and ocean blue, pleasantly filling the room without being loud.

Kelpie’s mane, Virgil, get your shit together. It’s not like you’ve never seen a hot black dude before.

He pulled his hoodie more tightly around himself.

“Uh, yeah,” he belatedly answered Logan’s question. “Coffee’s great.”

“Personally I like tea.”

Oh. Well, Virgil did usually manage to say the wrong thing.

Logan pulled a Keurig machine from a bottom cabinet and set it up on the counter.

“Herbal, preferably,” he added, “though I have been known to enjoy a good Earl Gray from time to time.”

“Earl Gray.” Virgil forced a chuckle. “You Captain Picard or something?”

His Rennie family had all been very fond of Star Trek, which was the only reason Virgil knew anything about it.

Logan, however, frowned.

“I am Logan Ursae.” He adjusted his glasses. “I assumed the Youngstown Grimms would have at least informed you of my name before sending you here?”

Virgil wasn’t sure if he was being mocked or if the guy was just that literal.

“I meant, like, the Star Trek character, dude. Obviously I know who you are.”

Logan’s mouth twisted and he turned back to the Keurig.

“I’m afraid I am not at all knowledgable about popular human entertainment. I find most of it trite and shallow.”

Virgil scuffed his bare foot uneasily over the carpet. Usually he preferred people to speak their minds instead of fucking around…but this guy took that philosophy a bit far.

He did write that stick-up-the-ass note.

“Do you know that proper peppermint can be frustratingly difficult to procure unless one grows it themselves?” Logan said, once again ignoring the awkward silence that had fallen.

Or maybe Virgil was the only awkward one, as usual.

“And it cannot be grown from seed, only cuttings.”

Virgil made a noncommittal noise, unsure if Logan was even expecting a response at this point.

Logan held out a box of flavored coffees, packed side by side and seemingly organized by color.

“Um…hazelnut if you’ve got it,” Virgil muttered. “Should I, like, help or whatever?”

“Nonsense, you are my guest. Plus my kitchen is not large enough to accommodate two people comfortably.” Logan waved a graceful hand as he filled a copper kettle. “I will start our drinks, and then perhaps we should both get dressed for the day.”

Virgil flushed and pulled his hoodie closer, aware once again that he’d galavanted out here in his underwear and worse, Logan had noticed. Had he seen Virgil ogling his bare chest?

Was that why he kept prattling on about tea?

He’s probably already decided I’m weird and creepy, he’s just waiting for the right moment to call me out…

“Why even have a coffee maker if you don’t drink coffee?” Virgil asked, and then flinched. He had a bad habit of masking his anxiety with belligerence.

It was why people tended not to like him.

Logan’s mouth quirked as he centered a mug under the Keurig. “You are not the first changeling I’ve taken in.”

He brushed past Virgil again (that scent, gods, Virgil’s brain swooned again), heading towards the back bedroom.

“Go and change while I shower,” he threw over his shoulder. “Then we can properly acquaint ourselves with one another.”

With that, the door clicked shut, leaving Virgil alone with a gaping mouth.

“Bloody redcaps,” he muttered, yanking a handful of his faded purple hair. ‘Acquaint ourselves’, my gay ass. Said with a straight face. How the fuck is anyone that oblivious?

“Naughty, naughty thoughts, changeling.” Remy’s amused smirk and sunglasses were just visible from his cabinet’s half-open door. “You’re lucky the Bear’s not a telepath.”

Virgil, flushing, made a rude gesture in the brownie’s direction and stalked to his own room, slamming the door. He then leaned against it and exhaled, his heart still throbbing unsteadily in his chest.

Logan was…not what he had expected.

Virgil wasn’t sure what he had expected, after reading that note from last night. Certainly not some hot nerd with a gorgeous runner’s body and a quiet, self-assured aura, plus a bit bossy, and damn, why do I find that kinda hot?

Remy’s taunt came back to him and he groaned, covering his face. They were naughty thoughts; thoughts a changeling like himself had no business entertaining. A beautiful half-faery deserved far better than a former thrall who’d done the sorts of things Virgil had done…

Plus you haven’t made the best first impression, have you?

Virgil thunked his head against the door, realized he’d been wool-gathering like a moron for several minutes, and went to change clothes. He took a little time to comb his hair and rub a little patchouli oil behind his ears. He wished he owned something nicer than ripped black jeans, faded band t-shirts (mostly metal), and one bulky, black plaid hoodie.

He hated that it suddenly mattered.

When Virgil emerged, Logan had already returned to the kitchen, dressed in a pair of dark jeans, a plain black polo that clung rather unfairly to his arms and torso, and…Virgil almost chuckled at the sight…a blue striped necktie.

Somehow, he made it work.

“Sit where you’d like.” Logan poured hot water into a galaxy mug without turning around. The Keurig spat the last of its sweet smelling contents into a second mug, and Logan carried both to the table.

Virgil sat, feeling self-conscious as Logan passed him his coffee.

Because now the half faery clearly expected them to talk about things.

Virgil hated talking about things.

“I imagine you have questions,” Logan stated without preamble.

“I…guess?” Virgil took a shy sip and winced as it burned his tongue.. “I mean…they didn’t tell me much about you back in Ohio,” he admitted. “Only that you have some ability to hide changelings from other Fae, and that’s why I’d be safe here.”

Logan stirred a generous dollop of honey into his tea, tasted it, grimaced, and added another spoonful. Virgil stared, morbidly fascinated that anyone so doggedly serious would want their drink that sweet.

“My ability to hide you is actually a byproduct of what I am, rather than anything I do.” Logan explained. “Simply put, even as a half-blood, my Court magic burns strong enough to mask yours. A proper Court faery could hide you far better, but finding one who wouldn’t immediately turn you back over to your master would be…”

“Impossible?” Virgil shivered.

“Improbable.”

There were a million questions Virgil probably needed to ask, since he was stuck here. But as usual, his mouth refused to cooperate.

Logan eventually got up to fry a couple eggs and fix some toast, prompting Virgil to ask about the fridge full of jam, which sparked a passionate one-sided rant about fruit spreads, organics, ethics, and the superiority of Crofters that spared Virgil the need to do anything except nod with wide eyes until breakfast was over.

(He was permitted to taste the sacred jam, and had to admit that it was pretty good).

“We will need to pick up Nicodemus this morning,” Logan stated once they’d finished eating and carried their plates to the sink.

“We?” Virgil echoed, choosing to focus on that rather than on who or what a ‘Nicodemus’ might be. He slid his plate into the soapy water as Logan washed, almost dropping it when he accidentally brushed Logan’s forearm. The half-faery’s skin was smooth and pleasantly cool.

“I do not think it safe for you to be left here alone for long periods of time, at least not at first. Therefore you will need to accompany me on errands. I suggest we take thirty minutes to digest and then be on our way.” Logan paused, and turned to properly face Virgil. “If…that is agreeable to you?”

Virgil’s dislike of being ordered around must have been visible on his face. He schooled it to neutrality and cleared his throat.

“Yeah, whatever.”

Good impression, Virgil, come on.

“I mean, I don’t have anything going on until classes start in two weeks, so…you know, whatever you need to do is cool with me.”

Great. Now stop rambling, idiot.

Logan nodded and swept past again, down the hall, and then his bedroom door was closing firmly behind him again. Virgil huffed and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

Definitely not a man of excess words.

Or, and I’m just spitballing here, he thought wryly as he meandered back to his own room. Maybe he hates you already.

Gloxinia: love at first sight

[harryseyebrows]

Yeah I am. Okay, so would Harry maybe roll over and be like ‘you get him this time/your turn’ to Jeff, who is obviously super confused. But follows the sound of a baby crying and rocks it back to sleep or changes it’s diaper? Or would Harry get the baby and leave Jeff to wonder wtf is going on?

okay so this is gonna be a choose your own adventure-collaborative effort alskdjfkasjdf SO, two options:

1. as you suggested, jeff slowly comes to, realizes he isn’t in his own bed because he’s used to his automatic room-darkening blinds being down to keep the sun out of his eyes, which..is clearly not the situation here because he thinks he’s being blinded??? he opens his eyes fully, blearily looks around, and instantly sits up quickly enough to give himself a head rush because what the fuck. he last night was a little weird after the cab ride from hell but he doesn’t remember going home with anyone?????? because that is most definitely another person in bed with him. jeff is panicking. he’s trying to think of ways to sneak out but when he looks for his phone, he can’t find it anywhere. then, just as he’s about to swing his legs off the bed, the person next to him speaks.

“the baby is crying.”

jeff freezes, clutching the unfamiliar duvet with sweating palms in a death grip. is that...no, it can’t be. 

the mystery person, who’s been mostly obscured by a mountain of pillows they’ve buried their head in, unearths themselves, revealing a thick head of dark hair and a pouty mouth that jeff couldn’t forget if he tried. 

“harry?” jeff splutters.

with a clumsy knuckle, harry rubs the sleep from one of his eyes, face covered in pink lines from the wrinkles in his pillow. his shoulders are bare--or rather, his whole torso is, which becomes increasingly obvious the further the duvet slips down. 

jeff’s mouth is dry. his whole body feels like it’s made of cement, anchoring him in place. his cheeks are blazing, likely cherry red. 

“the baby,” harry repeats, voice like tumbled rocks. he’s always been extra croaky in the morning. “it’s your turn to get him.”

“baby?” jeff practically squeaks. 

harry’s eyebrows form a little crease in the middle. “are you sick? you’re acting even weirder than you did when you had that super high fever last year.”

jeff doesn’t recall being fevered last year. perhaps, more importantly though, jeff doesn’t recall speaking to harry last year, or even the year before that. maybe this is a dream. a startlingly realistic one--and he’d like to thank his subconscious for its attention to detail on the freckles dusting harry’s shoulders--but a dream nonetheless. he drops his grip on the blanket and pinches his own thigh, hard, but all it seems to do is leave him with a dull ache. 

harry’s still eyeing him, traces of amusement clear on his face. “well, i have to get ready for work. so if you could stop acting deranged and attend to your son, that would be great.” with a sigh and a graceless flourish, harry flings the covers off himself and swans out of bed, and jeff is immediately assaulted by his pale, tan-lined ass as he rounds the bed and slips through a doorway. 

jeff feels dizzy. this can’t be happening. there’s just--there’s no way. he tries slapping his own cheek, once lightly, and then again, with more force, but it’s no use. he doesn’t wake up. he doesn’t get magically transported back to his own bed, in his own apartment. he doesn’t even know where he is right now. 

he scrambles out of bed, briefly and duly noting his questionable taste of bed attire (plaid boxer shorts and a lord of the rings t-shirt), and checks the window, only to reveal a street with houses all of similar sizes and styles. a neighborhood, straight out of some idolized suburban fantasy. all that’s missing is a white picket fence. 

he goes back over to the bed, checking under it, in the sheets, and on the table next to it, looking for his phone again. maybe his keys are around here somewhere, or his wallet. but there’s nothing on the floor either, except for a singular discarded sock. 

the door harry disappeared behind is shut, and jeff doesn’t dare knock. he’s still not convinced that harry is even real, like he’s the Other Mother from Coraline or something equally terrifying, despite his relatively unchanged and still handsome appearance. 

jeff is on his hands and knees, searching for...well, he isn’t sure what he’s looking for anymore, but just something that might be able to help him, when a little voice gives him pause. 

“daddy?”

jeff sits up slowly. in the doorway of the bedroom, is a little girl who has harry’s mess of curls, wearing purple and blue striped pajamas. he swallows, shakily pointing in the direction harry went. “he’s in there,” he says. 

the little girl shakes her head. she has big brown eyes, ones that instantly remind jeff of his nephews, and his own, from baby pictures his mom has hung up in his parents’ house. 

his stomach instantly falls somewhere between his knees. she--she looks like harry, but she looks like himself, too, jeff realizes with a startling amount of clarity. 

he doesn’t get to panic or dwell for long. the little girl is walking over to him, and before he can do anything other than stop moving entirely, she presses her small hand against his forehead. “hmm. you don’t feel warm.”

jeff chokes on a laugh. of course harry’s kid would be exactly like him. but then jeff looks at her, up close like this, and more of the pieces start to fall together: her small slightly curved nose, her full round face, the tilt of her mouth--confused but not unhappy. 

she’s...his. undeniably. he knows that. and he has to sit down, right on the floor, because otherwise he thinks he’d fall over. 

“jesus christ,” he mutters to himself, his whole body tingly and warm, like all of his nerve endings are just as frazzled as he is. 

the expression her face morphs into is all harry, though. heavy brows and narrowed eyes. “don’t say that, it’s not nice,” she says decisively. 

“i--sorry. just, yeah. sorry.”

she visibly softens, considering him for a long moment, her gaze thoughtful and wary. it’s a little funny; she can’t be any older than six or seven, but she looks wise beyond her years. 

“it’s okay,” she finally says. “but [baby’s name] is still crying. and i think you should go get him, because he woke me up.”

that’s right. jeff’s been distracted, but now that he starts to pay attention again, he can hear the baby who’s presumably down the hall. his son, harry had said. jeff went to bed last night, blissfully single, and woke up today with two kids. fuck. 

“right,” jeff says. he wants to ask her what he name is, but that’s wrong, isn’t it? if she’s his daughter? typically parents shouldn’t have to be reminded of their own kids’ names. 

he stands, wobbling only for a second, and sets off into unfamiliar territory, both metaphorically and literally. 

TA DAAAAAAAAAAA

or, 2. i suppose we could do something very similar but maybe harry just kinda huffs and gets up once he realizes that jeff isnt gonna cooperate, and collects the baby, only to bring him back to the bedroom and immediately hand him to jeff before going into the bathroom. but then we probs shouldnt do nakey harry because..kids dont wanna see that asjdflkasjdf

[simptasia]

going all out here, you don't have to do all but yknow :) charles xavier + kitchen, river song + living room, kurt wagner + bathroom, daniel faraday + bedroom, hermann gottlieb + attic (i'm on mobile and kinda forgot what the questions for the last two rooms were so if they don't fit at all i'm sorry haha!)

oooh, thanks very much! i’d forgotten i reblogged that! 

[looks at that character list] aww you’ve been paying attention

charles xavier

What is the character’s favourite food? [flat voice] rich people stuff. ha, but nah, i haven’t actually thought about it. i suppose he’d love a good cup of tea, that fits him and uh... i’ll pick a fancy food at random: french toast

Are they good at cooking? How good/bad? charles sucks at cooking. unlike his parents, he’s actually tried but he burns everything. thankfully hank can cook quite well

Do they leave the dishes out? it depends on the distances between him and the kitchen. also during The Depression Decade, he did. regular Charles is a lot more polite and helps out where he can

What kind of food is in their refrigerator? well, his house is a mansion school so i figure there’s several fridges and they contain Everything (except for soda, apparently that goes in a small cupboard)

Do they cook, eat out or get take-away/delivered food more? he doesn’t cook, eating out is more common during his apoc era days. either a nice place with hank or taking the kids out to a place they’d enjoy. most food is delivered to the school, tho, its just easier that way

river song

How does the character spend weekends? CRIMES, sleeping off a hangover in prison, morally questionable archaeology & scams

What kind of movies does the character watch? gosh damn i cannot imagine this woman being able to sit still for a movie

What do they do with friends? her friends being the doctor, rory, amy and later on her archeology team. former, time travel shenanigans. latter, hang out in computer heaven

What’s their favourite pastime? reading, flirting (and the stuff that can lead to), space/time adventures, archeology, CRIMES

What’s their favourite TV show/Film? okay again i know river has probs watched stuff, espech as mels, and she makes references sometimes but like i still cannot imagine her (or the doctor) actually being able to RELAX and sit down for movie/show. she almost never slows down

kurt wagner

How does the character prepare in the morning? ideally, wash in some way, brush his teeth, dry and ruffle his hair just right (or for apoc!kurt, straighten it), get dressed and apply just a touch of mascara/eyeliner

Do they sing in the shower? you bet your fuck he does

What kind of hair product/make-up do they use? eyeliner/mascara (ideally, as in a Kurt Designed Best) and i dunno buts its occured to me that for a furred kurt he’d need to shampoo all over himself. gosh

How clean is this character? he washes, he’s clean. he’s not like gross or grungy in... places. he’s kinda smelly but not due to hygiene

Does the character have thousands of shampoo/shower gel bottles by the shower, or do they use only the bare essentials? as i said, he would NEED several bottles of shampoo and conditioner if he’s a fluffy kurt ala every kurt except the movies. aww, his fuzz would get fluffy

daniel faraday

How does this character sleep? (Position, sleeping habits, bedtime routines) preferably with his head on charlotte’s diaphragm. anyways position, like curled up a bit, not total fetal position but he’s on his side and his legs are up a bit, arms awkwardly together in front of him. on his back if somebody is laying on him. habits, twitches at random times but otherwise peaceful, he looks content unless having a nightmare. sometimes he’ll interlock his leg with one of char or miles’ legs

What are their pyjamas like? had striped jammes as a kid but as a adult he typically sleeps in a white t-shirt and plaid boxers. or naked. depends on what happened the night before

What do they dream about usually? chaotic music and numbers expressed as visual stimuli, mostly. also whomever he’s crushing on. oh and he had severe stress nightmares during teenagerhood / college in general due to the enormous amounts of pressure

How neat/tidy is this character? enough to know where everything is but he can be rather absent minded. he’s not... dirty

How affectionate is this character? ohhh boy. dan needs tactile information and given the opportunity will adore people via his hands. also cuddles and kisses and nuzzles and in general, very affectionate 11/10

hermann gottlieb

What is the character afraid of? the world ending, failure, losing newt (in any way), losing his independence, people finding out he’s color blind because that subject is very hurtful for him (like, i imagine, even when newt found out, hermann felt sick and exposed and got really angry) 

How do they deal with bad memories? he doesn’t, he just carrys on

What is this character’s role in a horror movie? the smart guy, the exposition, the guy who has the books with the needed knowledge

How do they hide their secrets? just... not saying anything

Which of the Seven Deadly Sins does the character relate to most? mix of Pride and Envy. pride being behind a lot of his arguments with newt, and a lot of his issues with his father (lars would’ve had super bad pride, whilst herms has far less). and with envy, i imagine that growing up hermann wanted to be a hero, a soldier and eventually a jaeger pilot. but due to his physical disabilities and his colour blindness, he couldn’t be any of those things. and yes, he loves being a mathematician, he’s great at it and he bitterly regards his old dreams as ridiculous but nonetheless there was always a part of him that felt envious of the jaeger pilots