Rating and Warning: This is rated M. 16plus Mature subjects, vulgar language. Trigger subjects. Rape, drug references. You've been warned, be careful then.
Ownership: No ownership of Glee, QAF, Magic Mike. No ownership of drugs of the freaky kind. Lots of music, and healthier things. I own my imagination, it might bore you to keep reading this, but I won't relenquish my right to that.
This is a collision of QAF and Glee. And inspiration from Magic Mike. Stoner Brett is not sure …. of a lot.
Reviews: I really, really would like your reviews on this one, please? I am building up to releasing my Nightmare story. Not going to be important to you, but for me I need to know I'm doing writing well. So please review? If you're too concerned about being outed that you're even reading my stuff, then shit, exit log the 'f' out and review anonymously. Or send me a blasted pm, I won't reply and I'll delete it straight away if you want. I can be trusted to do what I say. (It might hurt me, a little. But I'd prefer your review than your friendship.)
It's the atmosphere that makes the difference. And the coffee shop I am at, makes the world of difference.
Musical Inspiration: Burning, Ludovico Einaudi. From the Album: In a Time Lapse.
Warning: Trigger issues. MxM issues. Yeah read what I wrote above again. Definitely my darkest piece to date.
Dedication: For the Jason Kemps and others lost, hurt, missed and loved by their family and friends. And the homeless kidz, like James 'Hunter' Montgomery from QAF Season 3-5.
~ The worst E ~
"Brett, breathe. Brett my love, breathe baby. Brett!"
He can hear his Grammy, he wants to breathe for her. Blink!
But for Stoner Brett, he can't make sense of what the hell is going on. Blink!
Looking at his feet, standing under the shower, the sides of the bath are getting wider and his feet are getting back to their normal size. Blink!
He'd been standing there, with the water pulverising his head, neck and back, standing there for well over 20minutes. Blink!
He knew the time, that's how long the hot water supply took to start turning cold. Blink!
Looking at his feet, he recognized them. Filthy and overgrown toe nails. Didn't look like they'd been washed ever. Blink!
He looked at the other feet. Whose were they? He wanted them to be Brian's. Brian was safe, secure, reliable. You knew what you were getting with Brian. Blink!
Aggression, an assault, a time to call your own. Even if they'd be Justin's, he'd have felt comfort. Blink!
He didn't like those feet and he didn't like who they belonged to, he lifted his head up. Blink!
He looks in the shaving mirror. The face looking back is scary, wide eyed, frozen with fear. Blink!
No it isn't any of that. It's Brian with his confident wink, and demands of being served. Blink!
Justin's beautiful face, right? No sign of his violin lover this weekend. No one to pretend they're not together with. Blink!
He grabs the soap, deciding to wash and scrub away the last 24hours. Blink!
Thoughts and concerns of Hunter flip in and out. Blink!
He looks at the feet again, whose are they? He turns around, nobody there. And the feet, are gone now. Blink!
He can sit down, the water can rain from above. Ow, fuck and Blink!
He pulls his feet up to himself and starts lathering them. Blink!
Soles down, knees up, ankles against his balls. Blink!
And the scrubbing of a lifetime begins. Ankles, scrubbed till they're red raw. Shins, calves, scrub, scrub harder. Blink!
He stretches his legs and points those toes, reaches to touch them, so far away. And feels hurt muscles in his back, scream Holy murder. Blink!
Leaning back, lying down. The water, so icy cold, makes his stomach hurt and ache. Ice on his chest, will it ever thaw? Will his heart stop beating? Blink!
He grabs the sand soap, and scrubs, and scrubs, and scrubs. Blink!
Hair, face, ears, neck. Blink! Shoulders, left, right. Blink! Left arm, elbow, wrists. The wrists hurt so much, and the hands, fingers. FUCK! Blink!
Right arm, elbow, wrists. FUCK! The sand soap is hurting so much. Blink!
The water has stopped coming, the air is getting colder. Blink!
~ O ~
"Brett, breathe. Brett!"
For her Brett, breathing has taken on a new meaning.
Those feet are back, on either side of his, at the bottom of the shower.
There's his left foot, then the other persons, then his right foot and then the persons other. Blink!
Somehow, he'd managed to get himself out of the shower and sit alongside a bar heater with a towel around him. The towel is wet.
There is warmth in his lap. And a shivver helps him awaken, a little. The sun has gone now, the room is getting darker as the seconds tick by.
The room is black, no light penetrates from anywhere. The air is not moving, but the towel's wet and coldness is what he starts to feel.
He rolls into a ball, puts his head on the foot stool and welcomes the depth of nothingness. Blink!
~ O ~
More heat in his lap, and now farts are mixed with bloody mucous, gunk and runnier shit.
His arse stings with every fart, every excruciating movement is worse than chilli. He can't hold them in, the farts. And when they happen, he screams.
He makes for the toilet. Sits himself down. Folds the toilet paper, and goes to wipe his arse. FUCK! TO THE POWER OF TEN!
~ O ~
The guy who had been winking at him, was going to help him get closer to Dottie Casatori, that same guy he trusted, had had him.
They were at a party, arranged for the under 18's, the under aged. The under no influence of alcohol or drugs. And under no correct supervision.
That guy, had organized all the entertainment. Marionette puppets, comedians, rock bands and dj's. Food and beverages.
That guy, had been trusted by so many.
Happy Birthday Stoner Brett. Happy Birthday Dottie Casatori. Happy UnBirthday you, and you, and you, and me.
~ O ~
Can you touch me here? No, no, No. Can you touch there? No, no, No.
Can you kiss me here, kiss me there? No, no, No.
Are you old enough? Are you young enough? No, no, No.
Well, this ain't too fun is it? No, no, No. Let's fix this up now.
And the dj played infectious, rythmic, trance-inducing, quality Babylon.
The food turned into salted chips, salted nuts. All food that makes you so thirsty, you want more, more, more. Yes, yes, Yes.
Drinks of refreshing became so flavoursome, so many more, more, more. Yes, yes, Yes.
And the dancers, delighted all. And hands upon hands, upon bodies. Grabbing here, there, everywhere. Touch me, touch you, enjoy, enjoy.
Kiss me, kiss you, Kiss me more.
And he did, and she did, and they did. And no notice of swapping saliva, swapping little tablets from one tongue to another.
Tongues wrapped around each other. Tongues guiding, pushing, pulling. Kiss you hard, kiss you soft, kiss you better.
~ O ~
Dance, dance, Dance. Twirl around, grind your things, bump your hips. Eat, drink, be merry. Be very merry.
Enticing, intoxicating. Here have some more.
And minutes and hours exist no more. Time is now, time is forever, noW!
Hold me, hold you. Dance, kiss and cuddle. Now come with me.
Come down this long dark blue tunnel. See how the others are enjoying themselves. You want to have fun too, you want to enjoy too?
Here, lets go in here. Pull you to me, push you to the wall, turn around. Here I am, here you are, do as you're told.
Resist me, I don't think you want to do that...
~ O ~
He'd seen Hunter, Hunter had seen him. Hunter's eyes were weird, freaked out too.
Blink! Blink! Blink!
The shower was hot again, scalding him clean.
Lathered soap was drowning him, a small ability to breathe.
Scrubbing until he nearly bleeds. He can't bleed though, he can't leak.
Brushing his teeth, tongue, walls of his mouth. The brush needs to go down the throat some more, Gag, gag, Gag!
Toothpaste, squeeze out, swallow. Vomit it all uP!
~ O ~
Open computer, go online, log in.
Subscriptions to quality drug pages. Delete.
Liked Face book pages to the best drug links. Unlike.
Friends to so many, who waste with the wasted and get bent baby. Unfriend.
Hot Mail, Google Mail, E-Mails here and here, your order for quality shit is in. Delete.
His hand waivers over the keyboard, type, type, type/delete some more. Space bar, back space, enter.
Suspend here, suspend there. Pull back, whoa!
~ O ~
Dearest Brett, I miss you. Don't you miss me?
But hey, have another risk taking episode. I beg you not to. I love you, I need you so.
If you aren't familiar with my work, if you didn't see, if you don't really know Glee, QAF or Magic Mike: Stoner Brett was ...where he was, but he was experiencing it for real. And this piece has exhausted me.
5/10/13 5:59am. James 'Hunter' Montgomery is from QAF Season 3-5. By the way this isn't a crossover.
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