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The Only Way to Win 8/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-17 12:12 am (UTC)(link)"Did you bring lubricant, or were you relying on me to provide the medical supplies?"
"Always got an extra supply on me. The question is..." Butch circled around Arcade in a purposefully predatory manner. "The question is, with all the tail I've gotten as the Mojave Rapelord, what do you have under that lab coat to make this contest worth my time?"
He really shouldn't have had to beg for the attentions of a man calling himself the Mojave Rapelord, but since they'd gotten to this stage of the conversation, Arcade figured they might as well keep going. He wished there was a Do Not Disturb sign he could hang on the tent, but for all he knew Butch might have been an exhibitionist. Might- if he wasn't one, what was he doing in the contest?
"I have the finely sculpted legs of a man forced to walk across the desert carrying a bag full of guns every time the Courier thinks she sees something shiny. I have the stamina cultivated in said pointless quests, as well as the ability, gained by fighting Fiends, to put up with some of the worst come-ons recorded in history."
"Sounds good to me!" Butch slapped his ass, and Arcade squirmed involuntarily. He didn't like boyfriends treating him like that in public, like he was just another Gomorrah boy...but Butch wasn't exactly a boyfriend, so perhaps he could let it slide.
As the so-called Rapelord, Butch seemed to assume he would be on top. If that was what got him going, Arcade was flexible enough to go along. Unfastening his pants, he bent over his desk and made a mental note to have himself tested for all diseases immediately after this.
"Settle down, baby! No need to be nervous when the Serpant King's in charge."
Butch fucked like he talked- crude, rough, totally convinced of his superiority, but with some heart beneath it. Once he'd gotten too hot to bother with the tough guy act, there was even a little tenderness in his thrusts, the way he ran his hands over Arcade's body, and the way he matched the rhythm Arcade set with the timing of his own breaths and groans.
Only one person walked in on them, and Veronica was kind enough to just back out again without saying anything. As he'd expected, the moment of being caught made Butch more excited, his pace increasing and his breath getting louder. When Butch came, both men were left shaking.
"Quicker than I hoped, but not bad" Arcade commented. Butch could only look at him with a smile.
"Not tired yet? Maybe you're really the Mojave Rapelord!"
Re: The Only Way to Win 8/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-18 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)"I have the finely sculpted legs of a man forced to walk across the desert carrying a bag full of guns every time the Courier thinks she sees something shiny..."
Oh my god what even I do not how
A!A I'm in love with you.
RE: The Only Way to Win 8/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-21 04:29 am (UTC)(link)Good. Lord. I laughed so hard that it hurt. Golden line, A!A. Keep up the good work.