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(Who:) A. Keller & V. Grey (Possibly E. Worthington?)
(Where:) Vincent and Sean's Apartment
(When:) After 12am
(What:) Lex and Vince cower.
(Rating:) PG-13?
Vince cowered in his room. It. He was trying not to process the images that were now permanently burned on his brain. He took a deep breath, gripped the pillow, and then glanced at Lex. "We're trapped here, you know." What does one do in these sorts of situations? Usually, one would just say, "Whoa, buddy, keep it in your room!" But it's one thing when you find your roommate jerking off in the living room with porn. Another thing entirely when he was trying to have sex with himself. Not that that's what they were doing. He was doing.
God, living with a multiple man was confusing.
Did it count as masturbation since it was a duplicate? Incest?
Stop. Now. No more. There was no more need for this. This? Was thinking too hard and it would be bad. Bad for his brain and bad for life. God, why did today have to fail so hard? At least he wasn't alone, though. He frowned. Though, now he wondered if it was better or worse that he wasn't trapped alone. Because, despite his horror and fear, Vince was bored. And he was pretty sure his guest was, too.
(Where:) Vincent and Sean's Apartment
(When:) After 12am
(What:) Lex and Vince cower.
(Rating:) PG-13?
Vince cowered in his room. It. He was trying not to process the images that were now permanently burned on his brain. He took a deep breath, gripped the pillow, and then glanced at Lex. "We're trapped here, you know." What does one do in these sorts of situations? Usually, one would just say, "Whoa, buddy, keep it in your room!" But it's one thing when you find your roommate jerking off in the living room with porn. Another thing entirely when he was trying to have sex with himself. Not that that's what they were doing. He was doing.
God, living with a multiple man was confusing.
Did it count as masturbation since it was a duplicate? Incest?
Stop. Now. No more. There was no more need for this. This? Was thinking too hard and it would be bad. Bad for his brain and bad for life. God, why did today have to fail so hard? At least he wasn't alone, though. He frowned. Though, now he wondered if it was better or worse that he wasn't trapped alone. Because, despite his horror and fear, Vince was bored. And he was pretty sure his guest was, too.