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Kenny ([personal profile] enervated) wrote in [community profile] derogation2014-08-06 01:43 pm

STEALING A PAGE FROM SCRIBBLES' BOOK AND OFFERING OPTIONS

[OPTION A: LONG DEAD WINTER]

[Walking Dead universe, here. Virginia in winter. And up near the mountains, to boot. Not the best place to be, but sometimes you're forced to play the hand you're dealt. And the cold slows down the dead, so there are worse places one could be.

It's just about the only 'good' thing that has happened to Kenny in the past week, and even then, the 'good' it is is highly up for debate. Though honestly, the bad is still stacked high, especially now. A herd separated the group and he's just trudging on through the cold streets trying to locate even ONE of the group. He'd prefer Clementine, if he had to think about it, but he wouldn't turn down Mike. Or even Bonnie. Luke... Luke, well, Luke- he doesn't want to encounter Luke, the fucking turd. Kenny's already chalked this fuckup to Luke, the boy's as bad as fucking BEN, and that takes some real talent. Some real, real talent.

He just keeps moving; a true figure of depressed, PTSD determination stalking his way through the cold, mostly empty streets. One hand on his firearm, the other on a knife. Firearm for survivors. Knife for the dead. To say he's prepared to stop anything that might slow him down from getting back with the group is an understatement.

Man, fuck this town though, how the hell is he supposed to find anybody here?]


[OPTION B: AN UNFAMILIAR PLACE]

[Your character's universe.

The last thing he remembered was the showdown against the fucking Russians. Russians. In Virginia. Of all the things. The kid in the leg brace pointed the finger at them for something they hadn't done, ambushed the lot of them. And then when Kenny fired his gun - Clementine called for help and he had given it without hesitation - they assumed he was firing at them instead of putting down someone who deserved a better life than what had unfolded. The Russians began firing at all of them, and in turn they (Mike, Bonnie, Luke, Kenny) began shooting as well.

He had one of the sons of bitches right in his sights.

And now he was here. On the ground. It didn't feel cold, and he didn't feel DEAD. Slowly, he opened his one working eye.

This... was not a cold, snowy road outside of some town in Virginia.]


Oh shit...

[OPTION C: BLIND LEADING BLIND]

[Wildcard. You get to make up the shit here, it could totally be anything.]
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[personal profile] dadmode 2015-06-02 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Poor Ken. Whatever he saw in that crazy dream, whatever happened to him in the span of a few hours, it obviously fucked him up. Lee wants to treat his wounds but they really don't have much. Not unless they go back to the place they found Vernon and everyone. Not likely. It's a death trap.

All he can really do is talk to him, watch over him, hold him close like Ken seems to want.

Don't leave me again. God, what the hell happened? Besides Lee apparently being dead. Or some shit. Jesus Christ.

He shifts to let Ken lock the door. Thankfully it's not that hard to navigate. Yeah, some privacy might be needed for ... whatever they're going to do. He has no idea. It's not even like he's bothered by touching another guy. Like everyone in college, Lee had experimented and he found guys were okay but he really preferred women. But Kenny kind of transcends that. He can't see gender, really, when he's dealing with the issue of his best friend wanting some closeness. Who is Lee to deny that, honestly? Especially when he's worried and feeling a bit similar, all things considered.

When the lock is flipped, Lee takes a little more initiative here and pulls Ken into another kiss, less chaste than before. If Ken decides he doesn't want this, now's his time to back out. Lee loses his fingers in Kenny's graying hair, his other thumb stroking the man's jaw.]
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[personal profile] dadmode 2015-06-02 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Lee falls back on the bed, but when Kenny doesn't immediately follow, he props himself up a bit.]

It's fine.

[He means it. Ken is a mess, he's a trainwreck of emotions and Lee can't always be there to calm him. But he's adorable beneath all the grime, all the hard edges and regrets and adjusting to a newer and harder life. Lee accepts his anger and sadness along with the rest of him.]

Come here.

[He grabs Kenny's wrist and pulls him down on top of him, but he doesn't go in for another kiss. Guy's having some trouble. So, instead of forcing him, he just takes it slow, and hugs him. Just hugs him, holds him.]

I'm right here. This is real, okay? I'm not leavin' you or Clem anytime soon.
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[personal profile] dadmode 2015-06-03 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Christ, Ken looks like a wreck. Lee doesn't see him without his hat much, and it's enough of a difference to make him stare for a second.]

Yeah.

[Not forcing. Only accepting. Only God knows the kind of shit Ken went through. Whatever he saw didn't scare him, it scarred him. Lee wants to make them go away, but he knows he can't. All he can do is lend a shoulder. All he can do is carry him when he can't walk anymore.

Lee grabs the back of his own shirt and pulls it off. Unsurprisingly, he's not nearly as beat up as Kenny is. He hasn't lived in the apocalypse as long, and he had a pretty cushy life before he fucked it all up. He has a scar on his knee from falling off his bike when he was twelve. That kind of thing. It's an interesting difference.

Lee forges onward, though. This is uncharted territory for both of him but he's not about to let Ken slip away because he's scared or something. Whatever he wants, Lee will gladly give him. He begins with a gentle touch, big warm hands sliding from Ken's sides up to his chest, thumbs tracing lightly over his scars... and then, finally, a nipple.]
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[personal profile] dadmode 2015-06-03 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Straight to the necking, huh. He's fine with that. He increases the pressure, rubbing Ken's chest firmly with one hand, while the other traces the line of his hip. Kenny's lips feel nice on his neck, all gentle and easy despite both of their rough exteriors, and he can't help groaning into the darkness.]

God, it's been a while.

[His body is suddenly remembering what being hot feels like. He slips his fingers beneath Ken's waistband, but not too far, just teasing. He's not sure how far Ken wants to go just yet (though he feels like the straddling is a good sign).]
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[personal profile] dadmode 2015-06-04 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
Closer to a year. [His marriage had been in trouble a long time before he found out she was cheating with his friend. There were signs, he just... didn't want to acknowledge them. Typical, really.

Ken's sass brings him out of that dark place fairly quickly. He chuckles and surprises himself. This is good for them both after all.]


Hey, I know what I'm doing. I just wasn't sure how far you wanted to go.

[But, hell, if Ken's going to be that way... Lee leaves his chest alone for a moment, using both hands to make short work of his jeans. His left hand resumes massaging the once-fisherman's scarred chest, but his right begins stroking his length at an easy pace.]

We're, uh... gonna have some trouble if we want to get into the expert stuff... Unless you found something while you were out there.
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[personal profile] dadmode 2015-06-04 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
I'll keep an eye out then, if... you know. You want to.

[Lee doesn't really have a reason to be so awkward. This man is his best friend. But he is, nonetheless, because he hasn't been with a guy in a really long time. And not like... that far. Details. He's enjoying Ken's excitement though, and it's getting him worked up too. His own jeans are feeling way too tight right now.

He isn't thinking about himself, though. His mind is on Kenny, so scarred and so hurt. He continues stroking him, paying special attention to the tip to see what he likes. Kind of hard to do when Kenny is kissing him so desperately-- but he manages. He licks at the inside of Ken's bottom lip, searching for his tongue, just as rough and needy as Ken is.]
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[personal profile] dadmode 2015-06-05 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Lee groans quietly into Ken's mouth. He's still patient, but damn, he feels the high-schooler urge to ride up into him. That will have to wait until they're... better prepared. He'd like to think Ken might want to do this again, and go further, but he isn't sure.

His lightly-calloused thumb presses into the slit as Lee palms him, increasing the pace but taking care to alternate pressure. It's interesting touching someone else instead of himself, mostly because he doesn't know what kind of noises he'll make... though he's sure Ken will be noisy, regardless.

His free hand slips to the back of Kenny's neck. He twines his fingers in the man's thick hair, pulling just enough to make him feel wanted.]
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[personal profile] dadmode 2015-06-06 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[Mm, death threats in bed. That's nice. He chuckles warmly and shoves his hungry mouth against Ken's again, takes his bottom lip between his teeth. His nails scrape against the other man's scalp but without pain; it's mostly to increase the sensation (and of course pull a little harder).

Lee isn't really a control freak, but he's enjoying watching Ken unravel all the same. He switches to pumping Ken and watches his face. He doesn't want to miss a single moment.]
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[personal profile] dadmode 2015-06-06 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[He strokes his friend-now-lover a few more times, coaxing him through the climax. They're both needy and desperate by now, but Lee pushes his own desires aside, as always. Jesus, they're a mess. Walker guts and now this. But Lee doesn't care, really. Stuff washes out. This is the apocalypse. It's not like they can just go take a shower anytime.

He wipes his hand off on the bed next to him, then slips his arms around Ken and holds him there. Lee is warm and his embrace is strong without smothering; he takes the time to kiss at the spot between Ken's neck and shoulder.]


Hmm. Feeling any better?
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[personal profile] dadmode 2015-06-09 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[He decides he rather likes that tone, like Kenny isn't all there. He smiles against the other's skin. If they weren't tired and disgusting he might take the time to really lay him out. That will come later.

He's tired enough that it's tempting to just sleep, but then he shifts and realizes how hard he really is. He groans under his breath.]


Ugh... please.

[This is hella gay but Ken started it, so there.]
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[personal profile] dadmode 2015-06-11 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, Christ.

[Lee might not be as noisy as Kenny, but it's pretty difficult not to enjoy the difference in texture. They're markedly different, pleasurably so. Lee's eyes slip closed as he tilts his head back into the musty sheets. Enjoy that look, Ken-- it's not one people usually see.]

Y-yeah, well, keep that up and... [He lets out a breath with some difficulty. After a minute, he decides to put his sleeve over his face to muffle the noises he's making.]
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[personal profile] dadmode 2015-06-18 11:52 am (UTC)(link)
Mmmph--

[That's fine. He's losing himself far faster than he'd like, but it's all right. He dives into the kiss, letting his groans be muffled by lips. Desperate for something to hold onto, the pads of his fingers leave pink streaks across Kenny's back, but he doesn't break the skin.

He shivers, arches beneath Kenny's touch. Lee isn't really the type to come screaming in someone's arms. It's a gentle thing, like him, deep and encompassing like a river no one can see the bottom of.]