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laurabryannanA transitional bit of little consequence. For those of you with nothing better to do on a Friday night. 685 words. Worksafe.
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[Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14] [Part 15] [Part 16] [Part 17] [Part 18] [Part 19]
[Part 20] [Part 21] [Part 22] [Part 23] [Part 24] [Part 25]
Business as Usual, part 26
by Laura Bryannan
Jin awoke disoriented, needing a moment to remember he was in Mugen's apartment, on Mugen's couch. Damn! I fell asleep on him. He cursed himself for opening that second bottle of sake. But he had to admit, he'd had so much fun drunk in Mugen's bed the other night, he'd hoped history would repeat itself. Obviously it hadn't. He felt embarrassed, and prayed Mugen wasn't laughing at or insulted by his dork-like inability to hold his liquor.
He sat up and looked around, noticing his shirt was unbuttoned but not giving it another thought. He liked Mugen's place. The furnishings, while modern in design, were all oak, so the space had a warm feel to it. It was clear that Mugen used this room. There were magazines and newspapers in piles under the coffee table, stacks of manga, comic books, dime westerns and mysteries in the bookcase. A bottle of tamari, a combined salt and pepper shaker and an ashtray had permanent residence on the coffee table.
Jin took the scenic route to the bathroom to snoop around. The kitchen was in a similar state as the living room, comfortable, well-used but not dirty. The master bedroom was set up for training, and Jin wondered if Mugen had studied formally or not. He guessed not. The third bedroom was full of banker's boxes, a laptop, two apparently dead computers, a set of barbells and other sports equipment.
His bladder complaining, Jin finally made it to the bathroom, appreciating its relative cleanliness. There was nothing unusual in the medicine cabinet, he knew that from the other night. After using the facilities, he washed his hands and rinsed his mouth, noting his reflection looked worse than he felt. It was good not to be hung over.
He walked into Mugen's room, smiling at the sleeping figure curled around a battered, but obviously beloved, stuffed elephant. Clad only in his boxers, the curve of Mugen's ass looked quite fetching. Jin longed to pet it, to squeeze it, to wake him up and nail that sweet ass into the mattress. But.... He sighed.
There was no way to know if Mugen would let him anywhere near his ass, of course. In fact, there were many reasons why he might assume it was Jin's turn to take it. Since he did not desire a close encounter with the monster in Mugen's shorts this morning, Jin decided to take off before he woke up. Giving his lover one last fond glance, he headed out to the front door, put his shoes on and caught a cab home.
The blessedly predictable call came in right before lunch.
“Hey, you took off this morning without saying goodbye or anything,” Mugen complained. “First you crash on me, then you split without a word. You should'a woke me up.”
“I didn't think you'd want to be up at five o'clock.”
“Five!” he sputtered. “What the fuck you doing up at five? OK, I'm glad you didn't wake me up.
“I'm sorry about last night,” Jin soothed. “Come over this evening, I'll make it up to you.”
“Oh yeah?” Mugen sounded unimpressed. “What does that mean?”
“It will be worth your while.”
“Like how?”
“What do you want, Mugen?”
“I want to have you again,” he demanded. “I want to fuck you again.”
Jin winced, but replied, “All right.”
“In your own house?” Mugen asked, incredulously. “In your own bed? You'd let me do that?”
“Yes, Mugen,” Jin assured him. “Come over tonight and fuck me senseless.” Jin's guts lurched at the words, his heart pounding—half in fear, half in desire—his need for Mugen outweighing his dread of the pain of submitting.
“Mmmkay,” Mugen purred. “I'll fuck you slow. I'll fuck you sweet. And then I'll fuck you senseless.”
Jin shuddered, his face hot. He had to take a deep breath to steady his voice. “I'll be waiting,” he said.
“No booze,” Mugen insisted.
Jin chuckled. “No booze.”
to be continued
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[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]
[Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14] [Part 15] [Part 16] [Part 17] [Part 18] [Part 19]
[Part 20] [Part 21] [Part 22] [Part 23] [Part 24] [Part 25]
Business as Usual, part 26
by Laura Bryannan
Jin awoke disoriented, needing a moment to remember he was in Mugen's apartment, on Mugen's couch. Damn! I fell asleep on him. He cursed himself for opening that second bottle of sake. But he had to admit, he'd had so much fun drunk in Mugen's bed the other night, he'd hoped history would repeat itself. Obviously it hadn't. He felt embarrassed, and prayed Mugen wasn't laughing at or insulted by his dork-like inability to hold his liquor.
He sat up and looked around, noticing his shirt was unbuttoned but not giving it another thought. He liked Mugen's place. The furnishings, while modern in design, were all oak, so the space had a warm feel to it. It was clear that Mugen used this room. There were magazines and newspapers in piles under the coffee table, stacks of manga, comic books, dime westerns and mysteries in the bookcase. A bottle of tamari, a combined salt and pepper shaker and an ashtray had permanent residence on the coffee table.
Jin took the scenic route to the bathroom to snoop around. The kitchen was in a similar state as the living room, comfortable, well-used but not dirty. The master bedroom was set up for training, and Jin wondered if Mugen had studied formally or not. He guessed not. The third bedroom was full of banker's boxes, a laptop, two apparently dead computers, a set of barbells and other sports equipment.
His bladder complaining, Jin finally made it to the bathroom, appreciating its relative cleanliness. There was nothing unusual in the medicine cabinet, he knew that from the other night. After using the facilities, he washed his hands and rinsed his mouth, noting his reflection looked worse than he felt. It was good not to be hung over.
He walked into Mugen's room, smiling at the sleeping figure curled around a battered, but obviously beloved, stuffed elephant. Clad only in his boxers, the curve of Mugen's ass looked quite fetching. Jin longed to pet it, to squeeze it, to wake him up and nail that sweet ass into the mattress. But.... He sighed.
There was no way to know if Mugen would let him anywhere near his ass, of course. In fact, there were many reasons why he might assume it was Jin's turn to take it. Since he did not desire a close encounter with the monster in Mugen's shorts this morning, Jin decided to take off before he woke up. Giving his lover one last fond glance, he headed out to the front door, put his shoes on and caught a cab home.
The blessedly predictable call came in right before lunch.
“Hey, you took off this morning without saying goodbye or anything,” Mugen complained. “First you crash on me, then you split without a word. You should'a woke me up.”
“I didn't think you'd want to be up at five o'clock.”
“Five!” he sputtered. “What the fuck you doing up at five? OK, I'm glad you didn't wake me up.
“I'm sorry about last night,” Jin soothed. “Come over this evening, I'll make it up to you.”
“Oh yeah?” Mugen sounded unimpressed. “What does that mean?”
“It will be worth your while.”
“Like how?”
“What do you want, Mugen?”
“I want to have you again,” he demanded. “I want to fuck you again.”
Jin winced, but replied, “All right.”
“In your own house?” Mugen asked, incredulously. “In your own bed? You'd let me do that?”
“Yes, Mugen,” Jin assured him. “Come over tonight and fuck me senseless.” Jin's guts lurched at the words, his heart pounding—half in fear, half in desire—his need for Mugen outweighing his dread of the pain of submitting.
“Mmmkay,” Mugen purred. “I'll fuck you slow. I'll fuck you sweet. And then I'll fuck you senseless.”
Jin shuddered, his face hot. He had to take a deep breath to steady his voice. “I'll be waiting,” he said.
“No booze,” Mugen insisted.
Jin chuckled. “No booze.”
to be continued
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Date: 2006-09-23 12:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-23 03:16 am (UTC)My muse was insistent it was an elephant. Not a bear, not a dog...an elephant. I'm glad you had one too! ^_^
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Date: 2006-09-23 12:57 am (UTC)You have me quivering for the next part, dear. ^^
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Date: 2006-09-23 03:23 am (UTC)Please friend away. I'll friend you back. ^_^
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Date: 2006-09-23 01:12 am (UTC)~FS
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Date: 2006-09-23 08:36 am (UTC)*sings to herself* I can't wait for the next installment... I can't wait for the next installment... ♫
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Date: 2006-09-23 12:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-09-23 07:42 pm (UTC)That's fuckin' teamwork!
Date: 2006-09-23 07:03 pm (UTC)“Mmmkay,” Mugen purred. “I'll fuck you slow. I'll fuck you sweet. And then I'll fuck you senseless.”
I'm gonna fuck you.. softly /I'm gonna screw you gently
I'm gonna hump you sweetly / I'm gonna ball you discreetly
Much love for the stuffed elephant. I wonder what the story is behind that? I think my favorite detail is the dead computers, though :D
Re: That's fuckin' teamwork!
Date: 2006-09-23 08:35 pm (UTC)The folks I know who make their living via computer all have dead ones around. It's one of those I can't throw it away until I remove the hard drive kind of thing. Of course, they never get around to dealing with it and they begin to pile up (don't look in our basement :-)
Re: That's fuckin' teamwork!
Date: 2006-09-23 09:37 pm (UTC)The song is "Fuck Her Gently" by Tenacious D.
Re: That's fuckin' teamwork!
Date: 2006-09-23 09:40 pm (UTC)Thanks for the song title! I would never have rememberd it on my own.
This fic has the Jouji Seal of Approval!
Date: 2006-09-23 08:07 pm (UTC)Also, elephant? <3. <3, <3, <3.
Re: This fic has the Jouji Seal of Approval!
Date: 2006-09-23 08:38 pm (UTC)I'm glad you like the efelant, though. It just had to be! ^_^
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Date: 2006-09-23 11:36 pm (UTC)::swallows her tongue::
YEAH!
These two were DEAD before they met you!
Madame Laura, please, may I have another!?!
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Date: 2006-09-24 03:39 pm (UTC)Poor Jin and his inability to hold his liquour :p *hugs*
How're things up there hun?
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Date: 2006-09-25 05:38 am (UTC)Anywhoo, me off to bed. Have a goodie, sweetie!
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