wavingcat5 (wavingcat5) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2010-02-16 22:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: wavingcat5, challenge #147: quotes |
Challenge #147: Quotes
Title: The Iliad
Notes: A story about Ted, Troy, revenge and redemption, told in 17 drabbles. S5 AU.
(I hope you know I love Ted/Blake. But this bunny kept marching in my head - to the beat of a different drum! Apologies in advance for any sacrilege.)
Huge thanks to noteverything for hosting the challenge and choosing such wonderful quotes. You inspire me!
Condoms: All 17 for Brian.
I.
After Ted’s surgical wounds healed, his life changed for the better. He was finally one of the beautiful people. In fact, he faced the enviable problem of running out of new guys to fuck.
The gang tried to help. While Ted sweated at the gym to maintain his figure, they engaged in reconnaissance.
‘Six pack, three o’clock,’ hissed Emmett.
‘Had him on Tuesday.’
‘The twink on the tricep dip?’ said Michael.
‘Already dipped him.’
‘There’s an ass I haven’t seen before,’ said Justin, looking over Ted’s shoulder.
Brian glowed with pride. ‘Justin has an amazing feel for the human form.’
II.
Ted turned - and so did his stomach. His confidence drained as he flashed back to Pride 2002.
‘Had him too,’ he said in a flat tone. ‘More accurately, he had me. I was his pityfuck.’
It dawned on Ted that the Greek god before them didn’t recognise him. An icy determination replaced the sick empty feeling. Ted could get any guy now; why not Troy?
‘I’m going to fuck him, then I’ll mindfuck him, just like he did to me.’ Ted put down his handweights and set his jaw.
‘Someone else take these. I’m saving my energy for my art.’
III.
Cold ire helped him play it cool. He draped an arm over the pec deck and a sculpted shoulder.
Troy smiled at him in the mirror. Ted stonewalled, then spoke.
‘You nearly done? Cos I gotta get out of here in five.’
‘You go. I’m not in a rush.’
Ted took his place.
‘I’m Troy.’ He kept smiling. ‘So ... you wanna hook up?’
At Ted’s condo, Troy felt like he’d been there before. ‘I probably fucked some loser here. Not like you of course.’
‘I’ll take that as the compliment I’m sure was intended. Or maybe I’ll just take you.’
IV.
Ted threw him onto the bed, yanking his pants to his knees. But the condom stash had been depleted by recent excessive use. Fortunately Troy was prepared.
‘Trojans,’ snorted Ted. ‘I guess I have to saddle up the horse somehow.’
‘Make me whinny,’ Troy replied with a moan. His failure to grasp Homeric references was satisfying.
Topping Troy was an even sweeter victory. Ted fucked him hard until they both came.
He couldn’t help turning the screws. ‘You weren’t expecting to bottom, were you?’
Troy furrowed his brow in confusion. ‘I was pretty sure you were going to fuck me.’
V.
Now that he’d done that, it was revenge time. You’re my pityfuck, thought Ted. He opened his mouth to say it. But Troy spoke first.
‘You were really, really hot.’
His mouth was slack, his lips full and almost red. His body, though bigger and stronger than Ted’s, was pliant. His scent - sweat, semen and something like cinnamon - filled Ted’s nostrils.
‘You wanted to say something, stud?’ Troy added.
‘Try as I might, I can’t think of anything.’
‘We’re both still hard. Could go again.’
Troy’s buttocks shone like well risen dough. He jiggled them playfully and Ted leapt aboard.
VI.
‘So how did it go with the asshole?’ asked Emmett. ‘Did you bring him to his knees before bringing him to his knees?’
‘I didn’t have to bring him to anything. He fell to his knees, onto his back, on all fours, over the kitchen bench, upside down -’
‘Okay, okay, stop right there. You not only fucked him more than once, you’ve graduated to advanced techniques. Don’t lose sight of your purpose, Teddy.’
‘What do you want me to do, get out my Anthony Robbins audiobooks?’
‘I didn’t think you still listened to cassettes. But if that’s what it takes ...’
VII.
Troy tried to give Ted a post-coital kiss, but as usual, Ted turned away.
‘How can we get rid of Mr Grumpy?’ Troy caressed Ted’s cheek, shamming a pout. ‘Wait.’
He disappeared into the kitchen. Ted scatted the Toreador Song.
Troy returned with a plate of bagels split and filled with lettuce and pastrami.
‘Where’d the bagels come from?’
‘Work. I’m a baker. Are you a singer?’
‘Not really. But a song and a snack can turn any moment into an occasion.’
‘Then you sing and I’ll snack,’ said Troy, magicking Ted’s cock between his lips and out of sight.
VIII.
Ted enjoyed regaling Brian with stories of his sexcapades, because Brian responded with approval.
‘I say milk it for all it’s worth.’ He laughed. ‘Or at least make sure he does.’
Brian and Ted clinked glasses. Emmett failed to see the joke.
‘I don’t know what you’re celebrating or why you’re laughing. Teddy. Have you forgotten how Troy humiliated you?’
Ted didn’t know what to say. Emmett threw up his hands and shook his head.
‘I’m on it,’ Ted assured him before leaving.
‘My intuition tells me things are not going to go well tonight,’ Emmett sighed into his drink.
IX.
Emmett’s words rang in Ted’s ears as he headed home from Woody’s. ‘Aunt Pityfuck,’ he’d called him. Liberty Avenue’s loser - that’s what had Troy made him.
He remembered Brian’s words too. ‘Fucking’s the best revenge. Once you remind him about Pride 2002, the game’s up. So why lose everything when it can just be your little secret?’
He couldn’t deal with this now.
But he couldn’t sleep either. When the clock said 2 AM he decided to ring the fucker. So what if he was asleep?
‘Hey, hot guy,’ Troy answered.
‘I have to talk to you. It can’t wait.’
X.
‘If you’re up why don’t you come visit me at work?’ Work. Baker. Of course.
Troy was kneading dough to a thumping dance track, flour caught in his eyebrows and lashes. Ted shied away from the joint he offered.
‘You do this alone?’
‘I have a good time,’ he shrugged, shuffling to the beat. ‘The machines do a lot, but I like finishing things off by hand. I guess I’m strange.’
‘Doesn’t sound strange or cryptic to me.’
‘Wanna shot?’
Ted washed his hands. ‘I don’t know -’
‘You don’t have to know. Just try. Don’t be afraid of touching it.’
XI.
‘So you’ve found your passion.’
‘Sometimes I think about starting a business. But the paperwork freaks me out. Like I said, I’m hands-on.’
‘Paperwork’s not difficult. You could learn.’
‘Nah. I get bored easy.’ Troy looked away. ‘What did you want to talk about?’
‘I forgot.’
‘For a smart guy you sure forget a lot.’
He gripped Ted’s crotch.
‘I promise you won’t forget this one,’ he said, putting Ted’s sticky hands on his own erection.
They jerked each other’s cocks. At last Troy returned to working the dough, arms stretched across the metal catering bench, Ted working his ass.
XII.
Emmett wended his way off the dancefloor and grabbed Ted by the waist.
‘How did it go when you told him?’
Ted extricated himself from the hold. Emmett stared at him.
‘I’m biting my tongue so hard I’m tasting blood.’
‘I’ll tell him when I’m ready.’
‘Face it honey; you’re never gonna be ready. You’re gonna fall for him. And when you do, he’ll be laughing even harder and louder than he did in 2002.’
Next, Troy put his arms around Ted. He was laughing.
‘Mmmph. I could eat you,’ he growled. ‘Right after I introduce you to my friends.’
XIII.
‘Screw your friends. Listen.’
Troy’s face fell.
‘Your pityfucks -’
‘How do you know -’
‘I was one of them.’ Ted’s voice was hard. ‘Now you’re mine. It’s over. Stud.’
‘Over? But -’ Troy faltered. ‘I liked you, Ted. A lot.’ He stumbled into the crowd.
A stranger approached the bar; Ted dimly recognised him from among Troy’s buddies.
‘So you were his pityfuck.’
‘Whad’ya want?’
‘For you to understand that was a stupid phase he went through to make himself feel big.’ He drained his glass. ‘I hope you feel big too.’
‘You made Momma proud!’ said Emmett.
‘Good. Go fuck yourself.’
XIV.
Ted found Troy near the back room, dancing in a sandwich between a skinny guy with glasses and a musclebound hulk.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’
‘I’m not thinking.’ Troy ground harder.
‘Is this really what you want?’
‘No. I feel like the town slut on prom night. Again!’
‘You’re not a slut.’
‘What am I then, Ted? You’re smart, skilled, successful. All I’ve got is my body. So I’m gonna share it with my new friends.’
‘The fuck you are.’
Ted pushed both guys away.
‘You’re coming home. With me.’ He steered Troy aside. Troy didn’t fight him.
XV.
Ted didn’t fight Troy either. For the first time, he didn’t make him leave after sex.
The next day Troy watched TV while Ted caught up on accounts.
‘I’m bored. Hey, how about I dance for you?’ Troy worked it, but Ted barely looked over the edge of his laptop.
Ten minutes later Troy spoke again.
‘Look at this!’ he lisped. He was naked, bent over and straining with his tongue.
‘You can give yourself head?’
Troy fell back, panting, and beamed.
‘Not yet.’
‘You’ll do anything to get my attention, won’t you?’ Ted reached out and stroked his hair.
XVI.
Troy leaned his head into Ted’s hand, and Ted did what he’d been avoiding. He kissed him.
Next, he laid him down. ‘Roll over.’
Troy got ready for Ted’s cock. Instead, he felt his mouth. He squirmed on the rug for friction.
Ted spelled ‘I’m taking a chance on love’ with his tongue. It would probably go over Troy’s head. But his body would get the message.
He turned him onto his back again.
‘Were you writing alphabets on my ass?’
‘No way.’
He fucked Troy face to face, kissing him, not letting go of his lips for a second.
XVII.
Ted and the gang stood outside Troy’s Bakery Cafe.
‘This place’ll give the diner a run for its money,’ said Michael.
Debbie emerged holding a sack. ‘Actually, we love Troy’s buns.’ She flashed a reassuring grin. ‘I’ve gotta get back to work with this manna from heaven, pronto.’ She hugged them and hurried down the street.
Emmett looked pensive.
‘This used to be such a magical kingdom, full of sprites and fairies,’ he said. ‘Now it’s even more magic, what with frogs turning into princes.’
‘Him and me both.’
Ted smiled at his friend before going inside to his lover.