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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.]
[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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And now just. He's here. He's here and his fingers are digging into Kenny's coat, he's returning the rash, spur of the moment kiss- he's not certain he can breathe. God, he missed this man so much.
Kenny breaks from the kiss for just a moment so he can actually, well, get himself to actually breathe. Turns out he stopped- fear? panic? not sure of any of them but he doesn't move away from Lee, just breathes heavily, loudly. He closes his eye, inhales sharply.]
Lee. [His voice is high, soft, like it gets when he's upset or really emotionally compromised. Lee knows the tone. He's heard Ken use it enough, heard the man sob and babble brokenly at the misfortune in his life.] Don't leave me again.
[He's broken enough already, a prop of the figure he was years ago: the strong, confident leader turned into a raging psychotic, constantly teetering on edge. There's not much more he can take.
But he doesn't give Lee really any time to respond, because he's immediately kissing him again. He doesn't want to hear 'Ken, I never left', 'Ken, you're crazy'.
He takes one of his hands from Lee's shirt though, and fumbles at the manual lock on the door, trying to get it closed. He can't keep Lee pressed against the door forever and he doesn't want anyone to stumble in on them like this.]
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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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He doesn't back out. Not for a second, not with Lee's fingers threading through his hair. Finger on his jaw. God. He does back up though- he didn't lock the door for nothing, and he drags Lee with him by the front of the man's shirt.
Then he shoves him towards the bed. Honestly, Kenny doesn't know what he's doing, and for a second, after shoving Lee, he stops- all at once seeming a bit awkward.]
Shit, Lee, I--
[He what? He doesn't know. He's running on the high of his emotions and everyone knows he gets carried away. Kenny tilts his head to one side, looks away, rubs his left shoulder with his right hand.
It's easy to see, like this, what all these sweet, kind women see in him. When he's not being tough and aggressive and trying to keep his shit together.
He's not quite sure what he wants. Well, he does, in the sense of 'wants Lee', but that can mean a lot of things and- give him a minute or drag him down, Lee, it's up to you. Either way, he's not bolting. He's just having a moment of 'oh shit what am I doing what has happened to my life'.]
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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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I know. [Soft and high.] I know.
[He's dedicated himself to this; thrown in his lot with whatever has happened, whether it's real or a hallucination or perhaps the hell he deserves for the things he's done. A hell where it's still covered in walkers, and perhaps with Lee's death looming in the future. Just to make sure he suffers. Regardless of what it is- it's his now. He just wants some shred of happiness in life.
Kenny pushes himself up enough so he's mostly straddling Lee now. He pulls off his hat and tosses it on a nearby chair. Doesn't care if it gets dirty it's ALREADY dirty. Lee? If you thought his hair was bad already, look at all the hair he manages to fucking stuff under that big dumb orange hat of his. Wavy, thick, and more grey than black anymore. Stress, not age. He's only a few years older than Lee, after all.]
I, uh, promise to explain everything, alright? I said... I said I would. But not now. Tonight?
[He's just letting his mouth run as he shrugs off the green jacket; he's skinnier than he used to be. No heavier muscle from the hard work of running a fishing boat, just the lean ones of someone used to starving off and on while still having to run and fight and other shit.
Kenny tugs off his stained t-shirt as well. There's the scar from when he was shot: an indent in his side and discolored flesh from scar tissue. But that's not the extend of the damage he's taken. There's older scars, ones from before the apocalypse (working on a fishing boat is one of the most dangerous and lethal professions, he's been hurt badly more than once on his own boat), but there's newer ones, too. Fights with other survivors. Kenny's one tough old bastard.]
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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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He doesn't mind that Lee looks better than he does - more in one piece. He knows the differences in upbringing, in backgrounds. But rare was it that his temper flared enough for him to spit 'elitist prick' with any venom, and Lee never made him feel like he was nothing but white trash. He certainly had all the opportunities in the world, but not once.
Kenny leans down - in turn making any light touches from Lee more solid because of it - and begins to kiss Lee's collarbone, slowly working his way up. He's careful, too, to not leave any marks. Someone might notice.]
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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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Kenny laughs a little when Lee groans; a fairly unfamiliar sound from him. Soft and quiet, not remotely forced. He doesn't laugh often. Hasn't really honestly done it in two years now. There's something... enjoyable about hearing Lee that way, and it settles him down some. His breath is hot against Lee's neck.]
Yeah. [He doesn't say that just a short while ago he was with a woman he loved dearly. No need to be an asshole.] Few months for you, right?
[He has no real timeframe of events from Lee murdering a man to the day Lee was getting hauled off to prison. Either way, he feels it's safe to assume that a few months is pretty accurate. Enough that Lee probably needs this more than he does.
And yeah, the straddling is a good sign. While he doesn't grab Lee's hands and shove them down his pants, he shifts his hips, pulls his upper body up some to look down at Lee.]
Hey, pal? They're jeans. You wanna unbutton and unzip 'em, first.
[He's smirking a little bit - his emotions always shifting, constantly mercurial - and he's fuckin' outright teasing/sassing Lee. Yeah, he's giving Lee the go ahead. More or less.]
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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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No. Wasn't lookin' for... [Another quiet moan.] and wasn't plannin' on this.
[He really wasn't. It was an impulse, spur of the moment, the thrill and rush of survival and missing an old friend. Ken leans back down, feeling the heat of Lee's body just sort of radiating up against him, and he presses his mouth against Lee's, kissing him deeply once again. Rough and affectionate and needy.]
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[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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Kenny balls his fist in the old blanket, closes his one eye. God. He never expected anything to end up like this. If someone told him, three years ago, life would send him down a path that'd result with him in bed with his best friend, getting a handjob in a sort of dirty (but still relatively better than anything else, shit was locked up after all) hotel room? Yeah. Even with leaving the walkers out of it. But he doesn't regret anything.
And he's not unaware of Lee getting hard under him- for real, he's still straddling the man pretty much, it's impossible to not notice a boner under you. Like. That's not something you miss. He's already decided that he's going to return the favor, he's not that much of an asshole, but for now he just shifts his body, pressing himself down against Lee. He may not have done this with another man before, or even specifically been in this sort of position, but man, he knows how shit works.
thank god i'm finally free of writing inexperienced virgins]
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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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I'm gonna kill you, Lee.
[Meant in the most affectionate of ways. And yeah, Lee does make him feel wanted. He loves that, honestly. He wants - needs - to feel that he's important to someone, to know that he isn't alone. Lee's doing a pretty good job of, uh, 'solving' Kenny's more immediate issues.
Also at this rate, he's going to hit his limit. Good job, Lee.]
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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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He swallows thickly- god, he's a mess. His hair hangs down around his face, blood trickling from his mouth, loud and needy and pressing his body against Lee. But he can't last much longer- and doesn't, what with Lee pumping him like he is.
His eyes are closed and his whole body stiffens as he comes in Lee's hand- er, partially. Probably a bit of a mess now. His breathing shudders and he just goes limp on top of Lee.
Good job, Lee. Give him a moment and he'll return the favor. Just, uh, needs a minute first.]
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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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I-- maybe.
[He's still a mangled mess of emotions, insane and worried and possessive, but... some of him does feel a bit more at ease. Closer to Lee. More convinced he's real (despite how much he's thrown himself into this). He can't say he's relaxed, either, but god. That was good.
Kenny listens to Lee's breathing for a few moments before he speaks again.]
D'you want me to...?
[Do you want him to grab your dick and return the favor. He was planning on it but Lee might shoot him down and go 'naw man i'm cool', so, you know, better to make sure.]
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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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Part of him wants to be more daring. But he's not sure he's... up for that, not now, not this fast. His hands are deft as they undo Lee's pants, and he pulls out Lee's length and begins to slowly stroke it.
His hands are a lot rougher than Lee's, though. The difference between the college professor and the working man. They're calloused and rough from years of hard work, ropes and wires, nets and line. At least it'll make for an interesting experience. ALWAYS FUN TO GET NEW HANDS DOWN BELOW haha this could be interpreted as a boat joke im so good at this]
I ain't gonna be as much of an asshole as you. [He says, still teasing.] Not gonna try to make you be noisy as hell.
[KENNY CLEARLY IS THE MUCH MORE CONSIDERATE ONE YEP TOTALLY..... totally considerate... not makin' lee be loud... he can do that later maybe.]
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[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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Watching him try to muffle himself too is pretty attractive as well.]
Shit... [His voice is quiet. Still light.] You look good like that...
[He begins to speed up his stroking, and with his other hand, pulls Lee's sleeve away from the man's mouth- not to be a jerk, but because he's leaning in awkwardly to kiss him again. Sorry, Lee. Kenny's kind of an affectionate guy.]
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[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.]
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He keeps stroking Lee for a short while after the man comes, slowly guiding him down off the rush and high of climax. And when he finishes, Ken pulls out of the kiss, breathing heavily. They're both a mess now, no doubt, but that's fine with him.
He resists just collapsing down on Lee though, instead opting to sort of roll to the man's side, but not away. He doesn't put much distance between them, instead sort of half cuddling up to Lee. Not entirely, even though they just jerked each other off and furiously made out there's obviously some boundaries he's not leaping across yet- but he's an affectionate person at his core, and can't help himself.]
I missed you.
[He's not sad when he says it: it's light and airy and fond. More along the line of someone reuniting with someone who had simply gone away for a week or two. As if their separation were only temporary and brief.]