Story Orgy Monday...

Happy Story Orgy^™ Monday!

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Good Monday morning...um evening, Orgiasts! Welcome to another week. Let's hope this one plays nice, eh?

I know it's been awhile since I posted...I'm a bad bad girl and deserve to be punished...um...is it me or did this just get a little weird? Lmao

Well...I'm trying out something new here...and I hope you kinda sorta maybe like it...now remember, this is so pre-edits that it isn't funny...and it is a snippet of what I'm working on. More snippets to come in the upcoming weeks... :)

This week's prompt:  An unforgettable dream…

And now for your reading pleasure…

*Untitled*

pt. 1

copyright © 2014 Havan Fellows

Lionel put the phone down for the second time in a ten minute span and popped the tail end of his trusty ballpoint pen back in his mouth, chewing it slowly as he prepared to get down and dirty with this damn website that would end up being the bane of his existence.

Ambrosia: Toys of the Gods didn’t need Lionel’s help so much as the original web designer that bugged up the whole flipping thing. The “buy it” button for the Herculean anal plug kept redirecting the user to Nemesis’s nipple clamps and Ambrosia was offering Lionel some serious cash flow if he could straighten out the problem.

“Screw this. This crap doesn’t need a web designer. Well, yeah it does, but not nearly as bad as it needs a creative director that didn’t spend their childhood watching Xena and Hercules,” he muttered around the abused pen.

Lionel slammed his flattened palm on the desk, causing his almost empty glass of water to topple over and drench the stack of papers sitting next to the keyboard.

“Son of a bitch.”

He yanked his cotton tee over his head and started mopping the excess water that the papers hadn’t already absorbed.

“Knock knock. Bad time?”

Lionel looked over his shoulder and saw Dean Castor smiling at him.

“Nah, it’s fine. Just got a little heated and my glass of water put me back in my place. Come on in.”

Dean looked back at the door he’d just shut and laughed. “I’m kinda already in.”

“Yeah, good point. Grab some paper towels from the kitchen. Who knew cotton didn’t soak up water any good?”

He heard Dean’s snort as he disappeared to the left into the kitchen.

“Thick cotton towels work wonders, bare thread cotton concert tees that saw better days in the nineties don’t do shit.” The quick lesson in material absorbency was Lionel’s only warning before a dish towel slapped him on the side of his head. “There you go, Tiger. That should do the job for you.”

Lionel gritted his teeth to bite back the retort forming in his head. For as long as Dean had known him - which would be close to twenty years, back in high school - the man had insisted on calling Lionel that stupid fucking nickname.

Unfortunately, even though Lionel was schooled in keeping his smart ass to a minimum, he wasn’t a talented enough actor to disguise the exasperation in his voice that Dean seemed to demand from him.

“Lester’s not here. What do you want, Dean?” he forced between his clenched teeth as he used the towel to mop up his mess.

“Does Lester have to be here for me to come visit?”

Lionel closed his eyes for a second to pull himself together. There once was a time that he would’ve made a deal with the devil himself to have Dean Castor want to come visit him of his own accord.

Lionel was a freshman in high school and already well aware that he needed a guy in his life, not a girl. The only person he’d confided in then was his brother Lester, though he didn’t go so far as to tell Lester that he had the hots for Dean, who happened to be one of Lester’s buddies...and the next school year morphed into Lester’s boyfriend.

Talk about mixed feelings. Lionel was thrilled for Lester, and immediately tried to stop having sexy hot dreams about his brother’s now boyfriend. But his mind and body weren’t so quick to let their fantasies die. The guilt he felt for lusting after his brother’s guy put a huge strain on their relationship, though he wasn’t sure Lester ever noticed. Hey, they were teenagers and the world revolved around each of them individually at the time, right?

About a year later Lester and Dean cordially broke up, no hard feelings between them and still tight with their friendship. Dean still came around to hang with Lester and torture Lionel with his cheeky, dimpled smile and the use of that idiotic nickname...and both the smile and nickname survived two decades to annoy the hell out of him this afternoon.

He honestly didn’t have the patience for this man right now. This website had to get fixed today - by tonight - if he wanted the paycheck they offered and he really didn’t want to be stuck inside behind a computer.

Outside the wind howled as if to tease him with his predicament. The perfect weather for him to head out and snap some photographs of an old dilapidated trauma center he just discovered two towns over for the website.

First he’d have to get rid of the unwanted company, then fix this stupid butt plug problem so he could call a few of the Urbex Group and see who wanted to get their freak on with some reels of film and an old asylum.

Well, explorers who weren’t Dean Castor, that is.

In response to the man’s question, Lionel stood to his full height, which still required him to look about four inches up at Dean, and turned to face the man. “Yes, he does. So if you don’t need Lester what do you need?”

Dean stepped up to him and snagged the pen Lionel had forgotten was still in his mouth, he was so accustomed to talking around it.

“Hey!”

“Is for horses, and chewing plastic is bad for your teeth. Anyway, Tiger, I came here for you.”

Lionel reeled back. Sure, there was a time he’d have loved to hear those words tumble from Dean’s lips, but he had a strict rule - you don’t date your brother’s ex. Especially when in the back of Lionel’s mind he was pretty sure something might still be brewing between the two of them. Exes simply did not remain best friends after breaking up without a good damn reason.

“Wh...what?”

Dean graced him with that damn notorious cheeky smile of his, showing off all three dimples and amping up the wattage. “Absolutely. Lester said you had some really great places you found for us to catch on film.”

To be cont'd....

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