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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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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.]