Monster Bash
Tap tap tap tap tap. Tap tap tap. Tap. Tap tap tap tap tap tap. Tap tap. Tap tap tap.
Glenn tightened his grip on his newspaper and tried to do his best not to look up. Cooper and Connor were out at the park and Mark was out at work, which had left him alone with James. At first he had been okay with that because he had seriously thought James was going to sleep the entire time everyone was gone. But unfortunately, Snoopy had started barking up a storm when a stray dog got into the yard and that had woken the psycho from his slumber.
Too bad my fucking knee is busted, Glenn thought unhappily. He had gotten injured about a month and a half ago, and even though he had successfully had surgery on it and he was healing fast, he was being ordered to stay home and rest up. He wasn't even allowed to go out and do promotional work, which would have been a nice escape from James's insistence on staying in the same room with him.
Tap tap. Tap tap. Tap tap tap tap tap tap--
"Would you stop that?" Glenn finally snarled. He slammed his newspaper down on the table and glared at James, who had been tapping his pen against the table for the past ten minutes.
"Am I getting on your nerves?" James asked, attempting to sound innocent but coming off more as condescending.
Glenn just glared at him. If he actually admitted that he was getting irritated, there was no way James would ever knock it off. "Why can't you go find the boys or something?" he asked. "I'm sure they want to see you."
James smirked. "I'm sure the boys will get over it." He twirled his pen around with his fingers, studying Glenn very closely. "You know, if this is really bothering you, you could just ask me to stop."
"Would you knock it off if I did?"
"Yes."
"Liar." Glenn folded up his newspaper and got up. He knew damn well if he actually asked James to stop doing something, the asshole would just do it even more. The man loved to torment him. He had proven that time and time again.
James pretended to look hurt. "Glenn! I'm shocked that you would say something like that!" He sniffled. "That is just so hurtful!"
Glenn rolled his eyes. "Get over it," he said curtly. He grabbed his crutches and started trying to get up to his feet. If James wasn't going to go away, he would try to just get away from him himself.
"Aw Glenn, don't go," James said. "I'm bored. I need someone to entertain me."
"Entertain yourself," Glenn snapped. "I'm done."
James's eyes darkened. He hadn't liked that answer at all. Before Glenn could so much as move, James was up on his feet and pushing him back down in his seat. "I said don't go," Lawson growled. He took Glenn's crutches and tossed them all the way across the room. "I'm bored and I need to be entertained."
Glenn glared at him. "Fuck you James," he snapped. "Now go get my crutches! I need them."
James smirked. "Make me." He sat down on the table and looked at Glenn in amusement. "Damn Crispy Critter, you don't have to look at me like that. I just want some company here after all."
Glenn scowled. Words could not really describe how much he really disliked James. He had put up with the teasing and the tormenting for years because he really didn't have a choice, but at the moment, James was truly pushing his luck. "Lawson, if you don't get me my crutches and then get the hell away from me, I will send you to hell myself."
Normally that threat made people cower in fear, but James merely laughed. "Don't start that shit with me Flame Broiled. I'm not in the mood for it."
"Don't call me that!" Glenn growled.
"Why not? It's funny."
"It's not funny. It's annoying and you're annoying. You're the most annoying fucktard on the planet."
James grinned. "Thank you."
"That's not a compliment!" Glenn said in exasperation. If he still had any hair on his head, he would have yanked it right out at that point. He honestly did not know what the fuck Mark saw in James and quite frankly, he didn't really want to know anymore. "Oh my God, I should just stab you right now. We would all be better off if I did."
"You don't mean that," James said dismissively. He rubbed the top of Glenn's head and then patted him on the shoulder. "You know you love me."
Glenn just closed his eyes and shook his head. There was no winning with James. There really wasn't.
"The vein near your eye is twitching," James observed. He chuckled. "Hey man, do you know what my problem really is right now? Seriously, I'll tell you why I'm really not leaving you alone right now."
Glenn opened his eyes and looked up at James. "Well?" he said when James didn't see anything else.
James grinned. "I'm horny."
Glenn blinked, completely taken aback by that confession. "That's not my problem dude," he replied. "Go jack off if you have needs."
"I don't want to jack off," James said. He was giving Glenn a very weird look. "I need someone else to help me." He tilted his head to the side and continued to stare at Glenn. "Too bad you don't look more like Mark. This would be so much better if you did."
Glenn did not like where this conversation was going at all. Deciding that he needed to end this before it got too far, he decked James in the face before hopping up to his good foot and trying to hop the fuck out of there. Fucking need to talk to Mark about keeping his psycho on a leash, he thought unhappily. This is not cool at all.
"Bad Crispy Critter!" James scolded. He hit Glenn from behind, sending him down to the floor. "Bad!"
Glenn rubbed the back of his head, which was where he got hit. "Stay the fuck away from me Lawson!" he growled. "I mean it!"
"No," James refused. He pounced on Glenn, making an attempt to pin the Big Red Machine down. Glenn managed to get one of his feet up and kick James back off, unfortunately managing to jar his injured knee because he did it so violently. He tried to ignore the pain and scoot out of the room, but James grabbed him by the brace and started dragging him back.
"Let go!" Glenn hollered. He swung wildly at James, getting blocked and then popped in the face for his troubles.
"Why do you have to fight for a little bitch?" James asked as he smacked Glenn again. "Maybe this is what we need. I mean, there's always been a boat load of tension between us…"
"Tension?" Glenn said in disbelief. "I freaking hate you you idiot!"
"Now hate is a strong--"
Glenn cut him off by grabbing him by the throat and squeezing tightly. If he hadn't been injured, he would have gotten up to his feet and choke slammed James. But since he was injured, James was able to hit his knee and then climb on top of him.
That didn't mean Glenn stopped fighting him though. He began hitting James as best as he could, trying not to let the blows James was dealing out in return daze him. They began rolling around all over the floor, ignoring the way Snoopy barked at them angrily. For a moment, Glenn thought that he had a chance of winning when he became within arms reach to his crutches. He tried to grab one of them so he could beat James with them, but James suddenly shoved him off and got it for himself. "Mine!" he declared, whacking Glenn on the head hard enough to make him see stars.
Mother fucker. Glenn tried to regain his bearings but he didn't do it in time to stop James from pinning him down and kissing him. He tried a little bit more resisting, but then he just got sick of fighting and kissed back, hoping this would just be over fast so he could go back to being left alone.
"Ha, I knew you would give in," James said triumphantly. "You're so easy Crispy Critter."
"Fuck you James," Glenn growled. He bit down on the murder's lips and tongues, getting frustrated when that really had no effect on him.
James just shook his head as he worked on shoving their pants down. "I'm not the one that's going to get fucked here Glenny. Thanks for offering though." He reached down and shoved three dry fingers into Glenn roughly, causing the younger man to hiss in pain. "Mother fucker, I am going to kill you for this," Glenn promised. "I swear to God, I will make you pay even if it's the last thing I do."
"Yeah yeah yeah," James said with a roll of his eyes. "I've heard that one before." He thrusted his fingers in and out about three times before removing them and slamming his dick right into Glenn as hard as he could. Glenn's whole body jerked violently, and he was happy when he managed to head butt James right in the face as he did that.
"Fuck!" James groaned. "What the fuck was that for?"
"Figure it out dipshit!" Glenn growled. He was trying to steady his breathing and focusing on relaxing so he could adjust to James's side. He hadn't bottomed to anyone in years, so this had really hurt.
James smacked him upside the head for that comment before pulling almost all the way out and then pushing back in violently. Glenn closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, just wanting to take it so it could be over and he could plot James's death in peace. But James caught on to what he was doing and began roughly jerking him off in time with the thrusts. "Blocking me out is a big no no Crispy," James informed him. "I can't stand being ignored."
Glenn didn't give a rat's ass. He tried to force James to let his dick go, but when that effort proved to futile, he grabbed on to James's throat and began trying to choke that life out of him. That seemed to turn James on more though, and he began thrusting even harder, bringing him and Glenn to their release in record time. When it was all said and done, they laid there on the floor, panting and not really making much eye contact for a little bit.
"Get off of me," Glenn finally snarled. He shoved James off of him so he could pull his pants up and grab his crutches so he could get up.
James raised his eyebrows and fixed his own clothing before getting up. "You didn't have any fun at all?"
Before Glenn could say no, the kitchen door opened and Mark walked in. He took about two steps and then stopped, a confused look coming across his face. "Did something just happen in here?" he asked.
Glenn and James looked at each other. "Nothing happened," James quickly lied. "Why would you ask that?"
Mark gave James a distrustful look before looking at Glenn. Glenn just scowled and smacked James upside the head. "Your boyfriend is dead meat," he informed Mark before he stormed out on his crutches, leaving James to explain what the fuck that was all about.
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