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drownedinlight) wrote2011-03-23 11:46 pm
drownedinlight) wrote2011-03-23 11:46 pm
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RPM fanfiction
Yes, what it says on the tin, my attempt at another RPM fic. Hope you enjoy
Dillon lay back on the pillow, sighing in contentment as Summer rolled over and wrapped her arms around his chest and reclined into him. Slowly, he leaned up and wrapped his arms around her. He never thought it could be like this, but he realized he was wrong, it was definitely much better. Summer inhaled and looked up at him.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey,” he replied.
“You really don’t sleep do you?” she asked, rolling to lie more on top of him. Their naked skin rubbed together as they repositioned themselves, so that Summer lay between his legs.
“No, not really,” he said. “Sometimes, when I get really tired I do.”
“And is that tonight?” Summer asked, resting her chin up against his chest.
“Maybe a little,” he said, rewrapping his arms around her back. “I mean you did kind of wear me out.”
“Did I?” she asked, leaning up to kiss him. They pressed their lips together, and then…
Dillon groaned as he snapped out of the dream. Damn, it had been so close. It was sad, when he thought about it, but he was so damaged that he couldn’t even have a proper wet dream. Instead he just thought about the things that came afterwards. He couldn’t even imagine what the other guys would think if they knew…Dillon groaned again as he lifted up the sheets, realizing that not only had he already come, but he was ready to go again. He wrapped his hand around his cock and began to pump it, feeling like he was closer than ever when there was a knock at the door.
“Dillon, are you awake?” Ziggy asked on the other side of the door.
“Yeah, Zig, just, gimme a minute,” Dillon said, panting a little as he started to orgasm.
“You okay?” Ziggy asked.
“Yeah, just give me a minute Ziggy, I’ll be out then.” He hesitated as he felt the first spurts of cum shoot out of him. “I just need to get dressed.”
“Okay, but I’m making omelets so be down quick.” Dillon grabbed his top sheet and wiped himself off, before he climbed out of bed and hunted around for a decently clean pair of underwear. He found them in his dresser, after he remembered that he had just done laundry, pulling them on before grabbing his jeans from yesterday, and pulling them up, and taking out a black tee-shirt and pulled it over his head. “Socks,” he muttered when he could not find a pair in the top drawer of his small dresser. He rooted through his basket for a minute, pulling them on when he found a pair, before grabbing his shoes.
He had left his jacket on the door knob, which was the last thing he grabbed before he made it out of the room and down the steps.
“Hey so what kept you?” Ziggy asked, as Dillon swung around onto one of the bar stools.
“Nothing, I had just gotten up, that’s all,” Dillon replied. “Do we have any orange juice, left?” Ziggy frowned, but went to the fridge, and pulled out a pitcher, and then grabbed a glass from the cupboard and set them both in front of Dillon. Ziggy went back to the stove and flipped a circle of egg, as Dillon poured his juice.
“So, it was one of those dreams, huh?” Ziggy asked, as Dillon took a drink from his glass. Dillon swallowed hard, and turned back to his friend.
“Ziggy, I don’t want to talk about it, okay?” he said.
“Look, all the girls are out; Summer even managed to drag Dr. K away from her computer for a couple of hours, so don’t worry about them. I just think maybe you’d like to talk about it.”
“Well, really don’t want to talk about it, okay?” Dillon said. Ziggy nodded and went back to his omelet, sprinkling cheese over the scrambled eggs.
“You don’t want to talk about what?” Flynn asked as he came over the counter. “Is that one for me?”
“It can be,” Ziggy said, offering him a glass to pour his orange juice in. “Dillon, do you mind?”
“Sure,” he said. “And it’s nothing,” he told Flynn.
“What’s nothing?” Scott asked as he squeezed past Ziggy to put his cheesy plate in the sink, leaving Dillon wondering why Scott got the first omelet.
“Nothing,” Dillon said. “It’s just something I don’t want to talk about.” Scott blinked and leaned forward on the counter.
“So, it was one of those dreams, huh?” Dillon huffed and pushed up against the counter.
“I don’t want to talk about it!” Dillon said.
“Well, we’re all blokes here, mate, I mean, I have my doubts about Ziggy but—” Ziggy socked Flynn in the arm, before he went back to the frying plan.
“No, then you may not have the next omelet. And I mean, we’ve all had wet dreams, Dillon. And I’m pretty sure we’ve all done more than that, so it’s not like—”
“Woah, woah, wait,” Scott said throwing his hands up in the air, as Ziggy slid the omelet out on a plate. “You’ve lost your virginity?”
“Well, yeah,” Ziggy said. “My senior year of high school, and then again my sophomore year of college, I mean, if you’re counting both ways.”
“Too much Ziggy…but you went to Uni mate? And what did you mean both ways?” Flynn asked, sneaking the plate of Omelet closer to him. Ziggy grabbed the plate from it and held it out to Dillon. Dillon retook his seat at the bar, accepting the omelet from Ziggy and cutting into it.
“Yes,” Ziggy said. “I just barely finished my Comm degree though. And my senior year was the first time I did it with a guy and college was when I did it with a girl.”
“Oh, so you did it the reverse way?” Scott asked, leaning into the counter. Ziggy, blinked at him, an egg he’d cracked almost a moment before not quite falling into the bowl, as Dillon and Flynn looked to one another before turning back to Scott.
“Reverse according to whom, Lt. Truman?” Ziggy asked, punctuating his words, very slowly. Scott flushed to where you could see the red tinge his tan skin.
“All right, I did a girl in high school and another cadet at the Academy, I admit it!” Scott said as the other boys woahed at him.
“Does the Colonel know this?” Dillon asked.
“No, god! He barely knows I’m bi,” Scott said. “And okay, so story time now, you guys have to share.”
“Oh, I remember my first!” Flynn said. “I lost it on a trip down to the coast with my class. A word of advice, never have sex in the sand. It’s kind of miserable. But the other times weren’t so bad.” Scott and Ziggy laughed at Flynn’s advice, but Dillon simply staid quite. Ziggy noticed it first, but the others quickly quieted. “Sorry mate, sometimes, I think we forget that you don’t remember things.”
“It’s okay, I guess it means that I’m almost normal,” Dillon replied. “I just keep wondering if I’ve done those things, like gone to college, or…”
“Lost your virginity?” Ziggy asked. “Well, look at this way, I mean you get to make knew memories with Summer.”
“If you haven’t already,” Flynn said, with a laugh. A laugh which died very quickly, when he noticed Dillon’s face. “Dillon, mate, I know it’s only been a few months, but have you and Summer gotten around to maybe…”
“Doing it?” Scott finished for his friend.
“Why does it matter?” Dillon asked sullenly, his fork clanking against the glass plate.
“Look, it’s cool if you haven’t!” Scott exclaimed throwing up his hands.
“And actually, they say the less people you do it with, the better relationships you have,” Ziggy said, pointing out into the empty space.
“Then why did you lose your virginity in high school?” Dillon asked.
“Well, because, I don’t know, I wanted to, and it was a little stupid, I guess,” Ziggy said with a shrug. “I mean, everyone says that they’ve done it, no matter if they have or not. So it was kind of pressuring. So when I found a guy that I liked, and I was comfortable with, I just kind of did it. But, Dillon, that doesn’t matter. What matters is when you want to do it, and when Summer wants to do it with you.” Ziggy smiled brightly at him, making Dillon smile a little in return, until Scott said,
“Dude, was that from your sex talk?”
“Shh!!” Ziggy exclaimed. “God, do I question your motivational speeches?”
“I don’t give motivational speeches,” Scott said.
“Then maybe you should!” Ziggy exclaimed, turning back to his boil where the one egg sat unscrambled. All four looked up as they heard a large thump. Gem landed on the ground floor.
“HI GUYS! What are you talking about?”
“Well, Gem, when two people love each other very much—ow! Scott!” Flynn exclaimed when Scott punched him in the arm.
“Oh, you’re talking about sex?” Gem exclaimed. The four shared a look, wondering just how he knew that. “Why?”
“No reason,” Ziggy said. “Sometimes, guys just talk about sex.”
“Like, who you’re have sex with?” Gem asked, opening the fridge. “Hey, where’d the orange juice go?”
“On the counter,” Flynn said, waving at it. “And yeah sometimes, why do you ask?”
“Oh, because I’m having sex,” Gem said, pouring his own glass. Dillon choked on his last bit of juice he had been draining from his glass, and this time, Ziggy did get egg on the floor as the last bit he had been pouring into the frying pan.
“With who?” Scott asked.
“Dr. K,” Gem reported cheerfully.
“Woah!” the other four said, throwing their hands up in the air.
“Gem, we don’t really talk about it like that,” Ziggy explained, putting his hand on the young man’s shoulder. “It’s more in a less detailed, more covert way.”
“But why don’t you just talk about it like normal if you’re just going to talk about it?” Gem asked. “Because if you’re going to talk about sex, why don’t you just talk about sex?”
“Because sometimes, you only want people to know certain things, but you can still enjoy talking about sex,” Flynn said.
“I don’t think I understand!” Gem said. “So, where’s Gemma?”
“Summer took her and Dr. K shopping,” Ziggy reported. “Anyway, like I said, you’ll do it when you and Summer do it, Dillon, it’s not really that big of a deal.”
“You know,” Scott said. “It occurs to me that since we don’t know if you did it before, this could technically be considered your virginity shot.”
“Scott brings up a good point,” Flynn said, eying the omelet pan as Ziggy flipped the gooey yellow mass. “I mean, you could still technically be a virgin, in memory at least.”
“Could we drop this, please?” Dillon asked. “I don’t think I want to talk about sex anymore.”
“But why not?” Gem asked. “Do you wanna have sex with Summer? Cause it’s not that hard you know.” Dillon cringed slightly, at Gem’s perky voice.
“No, it doesn’t really matter, I just don’t want to talk about it anymore, all right?” he said very slowly, grinding his teeth a little as he did. The kitchen quieted, as Ziggy slid another omelet out of the pan and handed it to Gem on a glass plate.
“Oh come on, man,” Flynn whined.
“The next one will be for you,” Ziggy promised. Ziggy cracked two eggs against the counter and let them slip into his bowl, as Scott picked up a newspaper, and Gem busied himself with making airplane noises as her ate at his omelet. Flynn drummed his fingers against the counter as Ziggy slowly began to beat the eggs in the bowl. “You know,” he said looking up. “I just realized that you really know nothing about sex, so we should probably educate you before you try anything.”
“Ziggy presents a good point,” Scott said, turning back to Dillon, who nearly slammed down his glass onto the counter.
“I think I am going to go back to bed,” he declared standing from his stool.
Piece WC: 2044
3/23/11 WC: 4005
Project WC: 51285
Still Reading: Girl Power by Hillary Carlip
Dillon lay back on the pillow, sighing in contentment as Summer rolled over and wrapped her arms around his chest and reclined into him. Slowly, he leaned up and wrapped his arms around her. He never thought it could be like this, but he realized he was wrong, it was definitely much better. Summer inhaled and looked up at him.
“Hey,” she said.
“Hey,” he replied.
“You really don’t sleep do you?” she asked, rolling to lie more on top of him. Their naked skin rubbed together as they repositioned themselves, so that Summer lay between his legs.
“No, not really,” he said. “Sometimes, when I get really tired I do.”
“And is that tonight?” Summer asked, resting her chin up against his chest.
“Maybe a little,” he said, rewrapping his arms around her back. “I mean you did kind of wear me out.”
“Did I?” she asked, leaning up to kiss him. They pressed their lips together, and then…
Dillon groaned as he snapped out of the dream. Damn, it had been so close. It was sad, when he thought about it, but he was so damaged that he couldn’t even have a proper wet dream. Instead he just thought about the things that came afterwards. He couldn’t even imagine what the other guys would think if they knew…Dillon groaned again as he lifted up the sheets, realizing that not only had he already come, but he was ready to go again. He wrapped his hand around his cock and began to pump it, feeling like he was closer than ever when there was a knock at the door.
“Dillon, are you awake?” Ziggy asked on the other side of the door.
“Yeah, Zig, just, gimme a minute,” Dillon said, panting a little as he started to orgasm.
“You okay?” Ziggy asked.
“Yeah, just give me a minute Ziggy, I’ll be out then.” He hesitated as he felt the first spurts of cum shoot out of him. “I just need to get dressed.”
“Okay, but I’m making omelets so be down quick.” Dillon grabbed his top sheet and wiped himself off, before he climbed out of bed and hunted around for a decently clean pair of underwear. He found them in his dresser, after he remembered that he had just done laundry, pulling them on before grabbing his jeans from yesterday, and pulling them up, and taking out a black tee-shirt and pulled it over his head. “Socks,” he muttered when he could not find a pair in the top drawer of his small dresser. He rooted through his basket for a minute, pulling them on when he found a pair, before grabbing his shoes.
He had left his jacket on the door knob, which was the last thing he grabbed before he made it out of the room and down the steps.
“Hey so what kept you?” Ziggy asked, as Dillon swung around onto one of the bar stools.
“Nothing, I had just gotten up, that’s all,” Dillon replied. “Do we have any orange juice, left?” Ziggy frowned, but went to the fridge, and pulled out a pitcher, and then grabbed a glass from the cupboard and set them both in front of Dillon. Ziggy went back to the stove and flipped a circle of egg, as Dillon poured his juice.
“So, it was one of those dreams, huh?” Ziggy asked, as Dillon took a drink from his glass. Dillon swallowed hard, and turned back to his friend.
“Ziggy, I don’t want to talk about it, okay?” he said.
“Look, all the girls are out; Summer even managed to drag Dr. K away from her computer for a couple of hours, so don’t worry about them. I just think maybe you’d like to talk about it.”
“Well, really don’t want to talk about it, okay?” Dillon said. Ziggy nodded and went back to his omelet, sprinkling cheese over the scrambled eggs.
“You don’t want to talk about what?” Flynn asked as he came over the counter. “Is that one for me?”
“It can be,” Ziggy said, offering him a glass to pour his orange juice in. “Dillon, do you mind?”
“Sure,” he said. “And it’s nothing,” he told Flynn.
“What’s nothing?” Scott asked as he squeezed past Ziggy to put his cheesy plate in the sink, leaving Dillon wondering why Scott got the first omelet.
“Nothing,” Dillon said. “It’s just something I don’t want to talk about.” Scott blinked and leaned forward on the counter.
“So, it was one of those dreams, huh?” Dillon huffed and pushed up against the counter.
“I don’t want to talk about it!” Dillon said.
“Well, we’re all blokes here, mate, I mean, I have my doubts about Ziggy but—” Ziggy socked Flynn in the arm, before he went back to the frying plan.
“No, then you may not have the next omelet. And I mean, we’ve all had wet dreams, Dillon. And I’m pretty sure we’ve all done more than that, so it’s not like—”
“Woah, woah, wait,” Scott said throwing his hands up in the air, as Ziggy slid the omelet out on a plate. “You’ve lost your virginity?”
“Well, yeah,” Ziggy said. “My senior year of high school, and then again my sophomore year of college, I mean, if you’re counting both ways.”
“Too much Ziggy…but you went to Uni mate? And what did you mean both ways?” Flynn asked, sneaking the plate of Omelet closer to him. Ziggy grabbed the plate from it and held it out to Dillon. Dillon retook his seat at the bar, accepting the omelet from Ziggy and cutting into it.
“Yes,” Ziggy said. “I just barely finished my Comm degree though. And my senior year was the first time I did it with a guy and college was when I did it with a girl.”
“Oh, so you did it the reverse way?” Scott asked, leaning into the counter. Ziggy, blinked at him, an egg he’d cracked almost a moment before not quite falling into the bowl, as Dillon and Flynn looked to one another before turning back to Scott.
“Reverse according to whom, Lt. Truman?” Ziggy asked, punctuating his words, very slowly. Scott flushed to where you could see the red tinge his tan skin.
“All right, I did a girl in high school and another cadet at the Academy, I admit it!” Scott said as the other boys woahed at him.
“Does the Colonel know this?” Dillon asked.
“No, god! He barely knows I’m bi,” Scott said. “And okay, so story time now, you guys have to share.”
“Oh, I remember my first!” Flynn said. “I lost it on a trip down to the coast with my class. A word of advice, never have sex in the sand. It’s kind of miserable. But the other times weren’t so bad.” Scott and Ziggy laughed at Flynn’s advice, but Dillon simply staid quite. Ziggy noticed it first, but the others quickly quieted. “Sorry mate, sometimes, I think we forget that you don’t remember things.”
“It’s okay, I guess it means that I’m almost normal,” Dillon replied. “I just keep wondering if I’ve done those things, like gone to college, or…”
“Lost your virginity?” Ziggy asked. “Well, look at this way, I mean you get to make knew memories with Summer.”
“If you haven’t already,” Flynn said, with a laugh. A laugh which died very quickly, when he noticed Dillon’s face. “Dillon, mate, I know it’s only been a few months, but have you and Summer gotten around to maybe…”
“Doing it?” Scott finished for his friend.
“Why does it matter?” Dillon asked sullenly, his fork clanking against the glass plate.
“Look, it’s cool if you haven’t!” Scott exclaimed throwing up his hands.
“And actually, they say the less people you do it with, the better relationships you have,” Ziggy said, pointing out into the empty space.
“Then why did you lose your virginity in high school?” Dillon asked.
“Well, because, I don’t know, I wanted to, and it was a little stupid, I guess,” Ziggy said with a shrug. “I mean, everyone says that they’ve done it, no matter if they have or not. So it was kind of pressuring. So when I found a guy that I liked, and I was comfortable with, I just kind of did it. But, Dillon, that doesn’t matter. What matters is when you want to do it, and when Summer wants to do it with you.” Ziggy smiled brightly at him, making Dillon smile a little in return, until Scott said,
“Dude, was that from your sex talk?”
“Shh!!” Ziggy exclaimed. “God, do I question your motivational speeches?”
“I don’t give motivational speeches,” Scott said.
“Then maybe you should!” Ziggy exclaimed, turning back to his boil where the one egg sat unscrambled. All four looked up as they heard a large thump. Gem landed on the ground floor.
“HI GUYS! What are you talking about?”
“Well, Gem, when two people love each other very much—ow! Scott!” Flynn exclaimed when Scott punched him in the arm.
“Oh, you’re talking about sex?” Gem exclaimed. The four shared a look, wondering just how he knew that. “Why?”
“No reason,” Ziggy said. “Sometimes, guys just talk about sex.”
“Like, who you’re have sex with?” Gem asked, opening the fridge. “Hey, where’d the orange juice go?”
“On the counter,” Flynn said, waving at it. “And yeah sometimes, why do you ask?”
“Oh, because I’m having sex,” Gem said, pouring his own glass. Dillon choked on his last bit of juice he had been draining from his glass, and this time, Ziggy did get egg on the floor as the last bit he had been pouring into the frying pan.
“With who?” Scott asked.
“Dr. K,” Gem reported cheerfully.
“Woah!” the other four said, throwing their hands up in the air.
“Gem, we don’t really talk about it like that,” Ziggy explained, putting his hand on the young man’s shoulder. “It’s more in a less detailed, more covert way.”
“But why don’t you just talk about it like normal if you’re just going to talk about it?” Gem asked. “Because if you’re going to talk about sex, why don’t you just talk about sex?”
“Because sometimes, you only want people to know certain things, but you can still enjoy talking about sex,” Flynn said.
“I don’t think I understand!” Gem said. “So, where’s Gemma?”
“Summer took her and Dr. K shopping,” Ziggy reported. “Anyway, like I said, you’ll do it when you and Summer do it, Dillon, it’s not really that big of a deal.”
“You know,” Scott said. “It occurs to me that since we don’t know if you did it before, this could technically be considered your virginity shot.”
“Scott brings up a good point,” Flynn said, eying the omelet pan as Ziggy flipped the gooey yellow mass. “I mean, you could still technically be a virgin, in memory at least.”
“Could we drop this, please?” Dillon asked. “I don’t think I want to talk about sex anymore.”
“But why not?” Gem asked. “Do you wanna have sex with Summer? Cause it’s not that hard you know.” Dillon cringed slightly, at Gem’s perky voice.
“No, it doesn’t really matter, I just don’t want to talk about it anymore, all right?” he said very slowly, grinding his teeth a little as he did. The kitchen quieted, as Ziggy slid another omelet out of the pan and handed it to Gem on a glass plate.
“Oh come on, man,” Flynn whined.
“The next one will be for you,” Ziggy promised. Ziggy cracked two eggs against the counter and let them slip into his bowl, as Scott picked up a newspaper, and Gem busied himself with making airplane noises as her ate at his omelet. Flynn drummed his fingers against the counter as Ziggy slowly began to beat the eggs in the bowl. “You know,” he said looking up. “I just realized that you really know nothing about sex, so we should probably educate you before you try anything.”
“Ziggy presents a good point,” Scott said, turning back to Dillon, who nearly slammed down his glass onto the counter.
“I think I am going to go back to bed,” he declared standing from his stool.
Piece WC: 2044
3/23/11 WC: 4005
Project WC: 51285
Still Reading: Girl Power by Hillary Carlip