RPM fanfiction part 6
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drownedinlightIT BE FINISHED!!! NOW: REVISION!!!!!
Ziggy woke as he heard the short knock at his door, and Dillon’s quiet call of,
“Ziggy, are you awake?” He rolled gently off of Scott, and found a pair of boxer shorts before he walked up the stairs.
“What’s up Dillon?” he whispered. Dillon ran a hand through his hair and looked off to the side.
“Um, well, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry about how I acted earlier, because I know you did what you did for my best interests and everything. So yeah, I was a jerk.” Ziggy’s lips quirked up at the edges.
“Yeah, you kind of were, but thanks for telling me.” A quick glance at Dillon’s equally unclothed state led him to the question, “So, did you two…?”
“Oh, yeah, we did, it was great, but um, that might have been one of the reasons I came down here.” Dillon’s hand had traveled down to the back of his neck, where it staid as Ziggy blinked.
“Okay, do you need to talk about something?”
“No, not really, I just…um, remember how you mentioned that condoms could well…get stuck?” Ziggy blinked again before he burst out laughing, holding his sides as he fell out of him. “Shh! It’s not funny.”
“Actually, karmicly, it’s fucking hilarious. All right, have you tried—”
“Ziggy, what’s going on?” Scott asked from the bottom of the steps.
“Nothing babe, Dillon and I just needed to talk, I’ll be back down in a minute.” They both waited for a minute, but when they heard nothing, Ziggy continued, “How have you tried to take it out?”
“Is there more than one way?” Dillon asked, turning bright red.
“…Would you like me to help?” Ziggy offered.
“Yes, please,” Dillon whispered. Ziggy reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”
“Thanks buddy,” Dillon said as they began to walk toward the stairs. They made most of the way in relative silence, until Dillon asked, “So, you and Scott?”
“Yep, me and Scott,” Ziggy said with a grin.
“When did that happen?”
“When we were avoiding you.” Ziggy shrugged. “You kind of inspired me to take the plunge and talk to him, about maybe dancing the mattress mambo, and you know dating and all of that.”
“And how’d that go?” Dillon asked, a grin spreading across his face. Ziggy flushed slightly and ducked his head.
“It went great, thanks for asking. He’s a really great—”
“Top?” Dillon suggested.
“Make one more bit of fun of me, and you will never get my help again. Not even if Summer goes into emergency labor and I am the only mid-wife in the area.” Dillon grabbed him by the arm, stopping him at the top of the steps.
“You’re a mid-wife?”
“Another story for another time, now show me to your girlfriend, and I will try to make this as painless as possible.” Summer did not look up as they entered the room, but simply said,
“Just so we’re clear, Ziggy, this is never spoken of, ever again, no matter how much Dillon or I embarrass you. This must never be used for any purpose.”
“Oh, Summer if I wanted to embarrass you, I would just play ‘I Just Had Sex,’ on a loop until you both sang along,” Ziggy said, climbing onto the edge of her bed. “No show me your cooter, and we can have this done in a jiffy.” He paused and looked back at Dillon. “Wow, never thought I’d get to say something like that.”
“Just can you do it please?” Summer begged, banging her fists against her mattress. Ziggy grinned in such a way that Dillon could tell he was thinking,
“That’s what she said.”
After they managed the incident which would never be spoken of again, Ziggy returned to Scott in his bed, and Summer and Dillon cuddled for a little while as they fell asleep. But it was not until the next morning that they came upon the strangest sight.
They did wake, like in his dream, where he was awake first; simply holding Summer, and then they shared a peck on the lips. But then they went down to breakfast, and that’s where the dream differed. The garage was completely quiet, but smell of chocolate cake, but instead of Ziggy (their resident cook and baker) in the kitchen, they found Dr. K piping blue icing onto a cake.
“Good morning, Dr. K,” Summer greeted pulling Dillon’s shirt over her short shorts. “Why are you making cake at the first thing in the morning?”
“I thought I would help you celebrate,” she replied.
“Morning all,” Scott said, as he and Ziggy emerged from the basement, clad only in boxers and tee-shirts. “What’s with the cake?”
“I merely wanted to congratulate Dillon, and I thought perhaps a method I acquired from one of Ranger Green’s videos would be most appropriate,” Dr. K said.
“I’m almost afraid to ask, but what’s in this cake?” Dillon said.
“It’s lemon flavored, Dillon, I thought you might appreciate it.” She finished the writing on it, and held it up for the four of them to see.
“CONGRATS ON THE SEX,” read the blue icing. Dillon turned to glare at Ziggy, who had begun laughing and held his hands up in defense.
“I didn’t tell her I swear! She has cameras everywhere!” But it was Summer who grabbed a chunk of the cake, and smeared it all across Ziggy’s face. And soon there was cake flying everywhere, even on Gem, Gemma and Flynn, who entered the main Garage quite innocently, only to have cake thrown on them. And when they stopped to enjoy it, the lemon cake was actually quite good. But sex, they all agreed, was much better.
All right, just a few notes to end this thing
1. The term “mattress mambo,” I borrowed from the radio show John-Jay and Rich. They are syndicated in most the western part of the nation, and you can visit them at johnjayandrich.com.
2. The “CONGRATS ON THE SEX,” cake is from the “I Just Had Sex” by the Lonely Islands ft. Akon, music video.
3. I don’t own this intellectual property. Just so you know.
4. And I hope you enjoyed my strange brain drippings.
3/28/11 WC: 2556
Ziggy woke as he heard the short knock at his door, and Dillon’s quiet call of,
“Ziggy, are you awake?” He rolled gently off of Scott, and found a pair of boxer shorts before he walked up the stairs.
“What’s up Dillon?” he whispered. Dillon ran a hand through his hair and looked off to the side.
“Um, well, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry about how I acted earlier, because I know you did what you did for my best interests and everything. So yeah, I was a jerk.” Ziggy’s lips quirked up at the edges.
“Yeah, you kind of were, but thanks for telling me.” A quick glance at Dillon’s equally unclothed state led him to the question, “So, did you two…?”
“Oh, yeah, we did, it was great, but um, that might have been one of the reasons I came down here.” Dillon’s hand had traveled down to the back of his neck, where it staid as Ziggy blinked.
“Okay, do you need to talk about something?”
“No, not really, I just…um, remember how you mentioned that condoms could well…get stuck?” Ziggy blinked again before he burst out laughing, holding his sides as he fell out of him. “Shh! It’s not funny.”
“Actually, karmicly, it’s fucking hilarious. All right, have you tried—”
“Ziggy, what’s going on?” Scott asked from the bottom of the steps.
“Nothing babe, Dillon and I just needed to talk, I’ll be back down in a minute.” They both waited for a minute, but when they heard nothing, Ziggy continued, “How have you tried to take it out?”
“Is there more than one way?” Dillon asked, turning bright red.
“…Would you like me to help?” Ziggy offered.
“Yes, please,” Dillon whispered. Ziggy reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”
“Thanks buddy,” Dillon said as they began to walk toward the stairs. They made most of the way in relative silence, until Dillon asked, “So, you and Scott?”
“Yep, me and Scott,” Ziggy said with a grin.
“When did that happen?”
“When we were avoiding you.” Ziggy shrugged. “You kind of inspired me to take the plunge and talk to him, about maybe dancing the mattress mambo, and you know dating and all of that.”
“And how’d that go?” Dillon asked, a grin spreading across his face. Ziggy flushed slightly and ducked his head.
“It went great, thanks for asking. He’s a really great—”
“Top?” Dillon suggested.
“Make one more bit of fun of me, and you will never get my help again. Not even if Summer goes into emergency labor and I am the only mid-wife in the area.” Dillon grabbed him by the arm, stopping him at the top of the steps.
“You’re a mid-wife?”
“Another story for another time, now show me to your girlfriend, and I will try to make this as painless as possible.” Summer did not look up as they entered the room, but simply said,
“Just so we’re clear, Ziggy, this is never spoken of, ever again, no matter how much Dillon or I embarrass you. This must never be used for any purpose.”
“Oh, Summer if I wanted to embarrass you, I would just play ‘I Just Had Sex,’ on a loop until you both sang along,” Ziggy said, climbing onto the edge of her bed. “No show me your cooter, and we can have this done in a jiffy.” He paused and looked back at Dillon. “Wow, never thought I’d get to say something like that.”
“Just can you do it please?” Summer begged, banging her fists against her mattress. Ziggy grinned in such a way that Dillon could tell he was thinking,
“That’s what she said.”
After they managed the incident which would never be spoken of again, Ziggy returned to Scott in his bed, and Summer and Dillon cuddled for a little while as they fell asleep. But it was not until the next morning that they came upon the strangest sight.
They did wake, like in his dream, where he was awake first; simply holding Summer, and then they shared a peck on the lips. But then they went down to breakfast, and that’s where the dream differed. The garage was completely quiet, but smell of chocolate cake, but instead of Ziggy (their resident cook and baker) in the kitchen, they found Dr. K piping blue icing onto a cake.
“Good morning, Dr. K,” Summer greeted pulling Dillon’s shirt over her short shorts. “Why are you making cake at the first thing in the morning?”
“I thought I would help you celebrate,” she replied.
“Morning all,” Scott said, as he and Ziggy emerged from the basement, clad only in boxers and tee-shirts. “What’s with the cake?”
“I merely wanted to congratulate Dillon, and I thought perhaps a method I acquired from one of Ranger Green’s videos would be most appropriate,” Dr. K said.
“I’m almost afraid to ask, but what’s in this cake?” Dillon said.
“It’s lemon flavored, Dillon, I thought you might appreciate it.” She finished the writing on it, and held it up for the four of them to see.
“CONGRATS ON THE SEX,” read the blue icing. Dillon turned to glare at Ziggy, who had begun laughing and held his hands up in defense.
“I didn’t tell her I swear! She has cameras everywhere!” But it was Summer who grabbed a chunk of the cake, and smeared it all across Ziggy’s face. And soon there was cake flying everywhere, even on Gem, Gemma and Flynn, who entered the main Garage quite innocently, only to have cake thrown on them. And when they stopped to enjoy it, the lemon cake was actually quite good. But sex, they all agreed, was much better.
All right, just a few notes to end this thing
1. The term “mattress mambo,” I borrowed from the radio show John-Jay and Rich. They are syndicated in most the western part of the nation, and you can visit them at johnjayandrich.com.
2. The “CONGRATS ON THE SEX,” cake is from the “I Just Had Sex” by the Lonely Islands ft. Akon, music video.
3. I don’t own this intellectual property. Just so you know.
4. And I hope you enjoyed my strange brain drippings.
3/28/11 WC: 2556
Piece WC: 11117
Project WC: 62014
Will be reading until 4/5/11: The Divine Comedy by Dante (I think I am almost done with Inferno, though)
