SHOT MUNBER TO
(AN more like shota nimber too if u catch my drift... eheh.)
the party was over. The gusto all left sort o tipsy but ok. descole and hershel by an awesome cosmic atstronomical coincidence of fate were th last ones to go.
hershel had been i na good convo with the host who was dmitri.
descole was just ass anhole.
as hershel wrapped up his good talk with dmitri about machine science thing, descole realized they were the last oens leaveng. the to awkwrady avoided eye conact until hersh, to be gentlemnly, strurck up a ankward conversation.
"hello. old friend." he began not cofortably at all.
"heyyyooo my best buddy" shlurred descolayton. sudenly he realized his longtime nemasistah was like really fucking hamnmered. 'oh gee where do yo live." he said politely. " i got to take u home like a gentlemen."
"tha would be like realllly cool zzzzzzz said descole really drunkly.
he then collapsed onto hershels warm soft throbbinmg body
penis
body
and he supported him up and took him tp the place where he lived cause SPOILERS HERSHEL IS A STALKER I THIS FIC HE KNEW ALL OLONG WHER HE LIVE
lol j/k! he took him back to his place cause hes a fucking gentleman. also cause descole was totally conked out.
he began making tea for both of them, it was earl grey. the noise woke his frenemy up from is drunked stupor. "Herhsell." he murdered softly. "your like, my best frind. you know that?"
herhsel paused, blushing. "i... i know.'" he said softly.
suddenly...
hershel didnt even know how it but they wrre in bed 2gether!
he blushed furiously and descole just said 'oh man im sao fuck drunk duuuude."
they went to sleep in the same bed but THEY DIDNT FUCK YET GUYS SO SHH.
when they woke up descole was loomin over his bestie like a creeper. 'HEWEYEEYYY IM STILL DRONK" he said to loud. "LETS HANG OUT MAN." "okey..." he said awkward. "what do you wish to do good sir'
"i want to have...
a hot butt contest1"
hershel was
like
freaked out.
but he called up don paulo and invited him to the hot butt contest cause he knew he had a real hot butt so hed be stiff ass competition. (AN: stiff ass)
don paulo answered his pink old timey looking phome and said "heyyyyy gurl"
"who is this"
"who the fuq be dis"
"its me professor layton"
"hello there hershel!' paul blushed really red. (he liked him remember)
"would you be interested in a hot ass competition? descole is here with me and we could all hang out. no homo."
"yes!" he said and hung up the phone and screamed. "OMG YESSSSS"
he came over lickety split and they all had the contest.
descole went first cause hershel and paul were all shy and shit but he was still drunk so he had NO INHIBITIONS. he took of his pants immedietaely!
they werent expecting this and took a lot of time to stare at his magnificant buns.
but then he zipped his pants back up on his erect throbbing dick and hershel had to help him out. he kept saying "no homo no homo" the whole time but he obviously liked it.
then paul blushed coquetteshly and threw off all his clothing. don paulo. in the buff.
"oh fuck this is a fiasco so ungentelemanly" said hershel and descole was just like lmao
he put his clothe on again.
then. was the prof's turn.
he gulped shyly then began twerking expertly. he twerked that thing all up everywhere, all up in their aroused faces. he was a pro twerker. and he won hands down without even stripping unfortunetely. his butt was just that hot. there is a science going on right now to determine whether professor layton's ass is in fact the sexiest ass ever. and he's going to win that too.
they both stood there with thier mouths hanging open and then descoke was undrunk. "shit dude i have to go bye~'' he stammered shyly.
AN; I bet you werent expecting that lol! XD XD XD XDDDDD