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Tobias Beecher [Oz] (otherofoz) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-03-16 01:20:00

Entry tags:

chris keller, tobias beecher

Who: Beecher and Keller
Where: The B/K Home, of course.
When: Whatever happened to Saturday Night?
Warnings: Gender-Swap remix! Toby gets revenge, via Cole Turner's Business Sense.

Once again lacking the general nuisance of his daughter's presence- she seemed to have hundreds of friends, or at least plenty of people that thought he was a bad enough father, to take her in at night- Toby was lounged on the couch, working on reading up for his bar. Chris was around, he knew, but the man had taken to avoiding him when he was holding a book larger than a skin-mag, probably for fear of being asked to help him study.

Toby didn't seem to mind the silence.

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willkillfortoby
2008-03-16 05:29 am UTC (link)

Or in fear of that book being used to bash his head in during an argument. Either way Chris tended to leave Toby be when he was studying. He didn't want to be a nuisance, oddly, and he didn't have anything to do while near the man. He hung around in the bedroom, on his lap top, doing 'work shit'. But, that got boring, oddly enough, to the man who hadn't worked as he was...ever, so he soon headed downstairs to sit down in the chair across from Toby and look at him.

"Up for a study break?"

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otherofoz
2008-03-16 05:37 am UTC (link)

Toby blatantly ignored Chris for a second, finishing his page before glancing up, pulling the reading glasses off- he'd finally broken down and started wearing them again, with the amount of reading he'd been doing. Chris had been behaving himself about mentioning them, so far. He seemed to respect Toby's work, which made him more likely to agree to interruptions like this. In that spirit, he shrugged and set the book aside, turning his head to crack his neck.

"Sure. What're you in the mood for, tough guy?"

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	willkillfortoby 2008-03-16 05:39 am UTC (link)
	"Was going to make some lunch, maybe. Or hey, could fuck you against the couch if we move some of those books," Chris shrugged, smirking a bit, "The kid's gone and all. Wouldn't have to keep it down," So classy, so suave. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

otherofoz
2008-03-16 05:45 am UTC (link)

Toby was working out the kinks in his shoulders, when the suggestion came, and didn't even seem to balk. "Food, then a fuck. I haven't eaten all day," Not uncommon for him, when he got going. At least now, he recognized he needed something. Standing, he headed towards the kitchen without another word, moving to the fridge to get himself a...

Soda. Right. He'd thrown out all the beer, at least his beer, after his little chat with God. Great.

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	willkillfortoby 2008-03-16 05:48 am UTC (link)
	"Fair enough," Chris nodded and got up to follow, moving around the man to grab himself a... "We don't have any beer?" He blinked before taking one of the sodas, "Right. So, what did you want to eat?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	otherofoz 2008-03-16 05:52 am UTC (link)
	He didn't bother commenting on the beer, just chugging a little more of his soda, grabbing an apple out of a bowl on the table. "Don't care, just make a lot of it," (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	willkillfortoby 2008-03-16 06:01 am UTC (link)
	Chris swallowed a gulp of his drink and shrugged, "Okay. I'll make sandwhiches or something," He started rooting through the fridge for stuff, setting it all out and what not. How he had gotten so comfortable in making stuff for them to eat was beyond him, but there it was. "You want to get some chips out or something?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	otherofoz 2008-03-16 06:04 am UTC (link)
	Toby'd long ago given up trying to cook, figuring Chris would like the sense of control he got from making their meals, dishing the food out- very hunter-gatherer, but then Chris was very... primative when it came to certain things. He shrugged and stood, heading over to the pantry to dig out some chips, pretzels, whatever they had. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

willkillfortoby
2008-03-16 06:16 am UTC (link)

Chris had never liked working the kitchens at Oz, had never really cooked for himself growing up, but he knew how to make shit. It was just basic knowledge to him-instinct. Feeding himself was important, so he knew how to do it.

He was setting to the task of doing just that, as well as feeding Toby, when he had to pause for a moment, feeling...off. He leaned against the counter with one hand, the knife he had been cutting lettuce up with being put down as he furrowed his brow. Closing his eyes for a moment, hand going to his head as he swayed a bit, Chris steadied himself before an unsettling weight on his chest made his eyes snap open. Breasts.

"Oh, fuck no-Fuck," The first curse was for the breasts, the second was for his now feminine voice-albeit a husky, slightly deep one, still very female.

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	otherofoz 2008-03-16 06:21 am UTC (link)
	"Wh-" Toby turned back around, and couldn't help the loud bark of laughter that shot out. He tried to look apologetic, but it was lost under another series of almost-giggles, hand going over his mouth out of reflex. It would take him a minute to form words, and even then he stayed silent, figuring taunting a newly-female Chris with a knife was unwise. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

willkillfortoby
2008-03-16 06:27 am UTC (link)

Taking a moment to look down at himself, Chris then turned with a glare for the laughing man, his more delicate features set in a very Chris-like expression.

"If you did this, Beecher, I fucking swear," The knife was held up, "I'll cut it off without waiting for the fucking consolation prizes to come along," He stepped forward, so it was obvious he meant business.

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otherofoz
2008-03-16 06:32 am UTC (link)

"Think, Keller, you like my dick where it is." He couldn't keep the amusement out of his voice, even if he did step back slightly at the knife being raised. He'd instantly assessed the threat- Chris had lost a couple inches, and a good fifty pounds in the change. The knife gave him sway, but if Toby could get that out of his hands, he'd have a chance.

Still safe to laugh, which he did. "Also, you're the one that took your pop out of the fridge. Same as mine," He nodded toward the table. "Swear to fucking God, thought I got rid of that shit with the beer,"

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willkillfortoby
2008-03-16 06:39 am UTC (link)

Chris thought about that, keeping his eyes on the man even as he nodded towards the table, moving closer as Toby spoke. Chris was not happy being a woman. He was curious as fuck, no doubt, but having this very obvious lack of the upper hand, physically, was not something he was keen on.

"Stop fucking laughing, Beecher," He muttered, scowling deeply, "Because I can think of other places to cut you that I'm not so keen to keep in place. Not crazy about your kidney's, for example. Never did a fucking thing for me," Chris was not far from the man at this point, knife held in such a way that Toby had better come up with something good to keep him from striking.

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otherofoz
2008-03-16 06:43 am UTC (link)

Okay, Chris' sense of humor had obviously not made the change with his body. Toby held up his hands defensively, putting his back to the wall, deciding to go the placating route. "Hey, easy. I'm kidding, baby. You know this is only going to last a few hours. Just- you're feeling alright, right? Nothing hurts? You're safe. You're fine. You just turned into a hot chick." He gave Chris a little smile, eyes showing just enough fear to let Chris know to back off.

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willkillfortoby
2008-03-16 06:47 am UTC (link)

Chris moved forward, pleased, undoubtedly, by the man's surrender, a little smirk appearing. Okay, Toby being afraid of a chick did make Chris chuckle slightly. He stopped in front of the man, squaring off his stance and leaning towards Toby, the knife being brought up to the man's jaw. Chris was careful with it as he tilted his head, smirk growing, "You think I'm hot, Beecher?" He pressed the knife to Toby's skin a bit more firmly, though not enough to break it-Hey, pissed or not, he really didn't want to kill the guy.

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otherofoz
2008-03-16 06:52 am UTC (link)

It wasn't the chick Toby was afraid of. It was the knowledge that in less than a day, the chick would be back to being the man who could kick his ass, with memory of what he said and did. So, while a few laughs were necessary, he was willing to pay for them, now.

Toby visibly swallowed as the cool knife touched his skin, jaw setting as he went stock-still. The smirk was both terrifying, and comforting- he'd seen Chris use that smirk on him a million times, but it was Chris. And if there was one person he trusted not to kill him in a situation like this, it was Keller. He'd get pissed, he might nick something, but ultimately, his love for Toby would let him survive. He'd handle anything short of that.

At the question, he swallowed again, going for the fearful submissive routine, seeing Chris was enjoying it. His voice was soft, but firm, as he choked out a yes; he didn't want to over-do it, and let Chris know it was for show.

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	willkillfortoby 2008-03-16 07:00 am UTC (link)
	Chris narrowed his eyes at the yes, tilting the blade, causing a mark to appear along Toby's jaw, but it was his own show before laughing, taking the blade away, tossing it to the side as he leaned in for a hot kiss, pressing his new tits into Toby's chest as his hand slide into Toby's hair. A Chris mood swing, of course, was bond to happen when he was a woman. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	otherofoz 2008-03-16 07:04 am UTC (link)
	He hissed in a breath at the pressure, feeling the barest of cuts before he heard the knife clatter away, and felt Chris pressed against him. After a second to make sure he was really over whatever had gotten into him, Toby let his arms slide around Chris' newfound hips, holding the man firmly against him. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

willkillfortoby
2008-03-16 07:10 am UTC (link)

It was different, kissing as a woman, Chris thought as he did just that, feeling the man's arms around him as he did. Odd, the feel of his chest, sensitive still from his tattoo and now having tits. Odd, the feel of how Toby was bigger than him, stature wise and pretty much everything else wise, the arms strong around his waist. He supposed he saw the appeal Toby found in this for a while, the novelty. Seeing the world from a chicks eyes. Having tits. That kind of thing. If it wasn't permenant-And Toby being a man made that sort of evident-then Chris could get into it. He opened his mouth to deepen the kiss as he leaned harder into Toby.

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otherofoz
2008-03-16 07:15 am UTC (link)

Toby's hands started to wander lower, down over Chris' more-shapely curves, getting a soft moan as he felt the kiss deepen. It was strange, the internal conflict he had going- on one hand, everything in him was telling him to undress the woman in his arms, take her, fuck her... On the other hand, this was Chris, and Toby was pleasantly terrified of crossing lines with Chris- it was fun to do on occasion, but not when the man was likely to be as unhinged as he would be, with female hormones mulling around in his brain.

He settled on a middle ground, starting to let his fingertips wander into the now-loose waist of Chris' sweats, calloused fingertips brushing over the soft heated skin, seeking their way around to his front, up his stomach. It was a slow move, plenty of time for Chris to say no, or at least make it obvious he was unwanted. The anticipation was half the fun, after all.

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willkillfortoby
2008-03-16 07:21 am UTC (link)

Feeling the man's hands smooth along his new form, Chris knew what the guy was going through, or at least, assumed; the association with this body and the man who could beat the shit out of him if he made the wrong move had to drive Toby nuts. That thought made Chris smile as he leaned up on his toes a bit, stretching his stomach out under the fingers, urging more touches before just stepping back, still smirking as he pulled off his top. Hey, he wasn't shy about his tits, he just got them. It was like a kid with a new bike-he was going to show them off.

"You want to fuck me, Beecher?" Chris purred, raising an eyebrow as he took hold of Toby's wrists, pulling his hands to his breasts and gasping at the touch, making it a show of how sensitive he was there. There was a lot between these two with exhibitions and plays, shows for each other's amusement.

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	otherofoz 2008-03-16 07:26 am UTC (link)
	"Fuck yes, baby," Toby's eyes flashed with interest as Chris pulled his hands towards the sensitive skin of his breasts, moving to grope him just-roughly-enough, fingertips seeking out his nipples to play with. He knew what his wife had liked, what he remembered feeling good as a woman, and was working to exploit that, get Chris to feel good enough to play along. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	willkillfortoby 2008-03-16 07:30 am UTC (link)
	"Mmm, oh yeah, baby," Chris ran his fingers down Toby's forearms from his wrists as he watched the man's reaction to his new tits, and he arched his back a bit to press them out more, "Just like that." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	otherofoz 2008-03-16 04:29 pm UTC (link)
	Smirking, Toby let one of his hands drift back down Chris' front as he replaced it with his mouth, kissing and nipping the sensitive flesh of his breast. He worked his way down over the nub of his nipple, twirling the tip of his tongue around the rosy flesh. He blew a puff of cool air over it, before taking it in his mouth. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

willkillfortoby
2008-03-16 04:36 pm UTC (link)

Chris' hand went to the back of the man's head, stroking at his hair, as he bent his mouth to Chris' breast. The tattoo that he had gotten earlier in the week, though still a bit sensitive was without a bandage and the attentions felt even better with that on top of his new flesh. Purring with a smirk, Chris raised on his toes again at the feeling, shoulders leaning back as he titled back his head.