Overcompensation
By MacD
Note: Characters aren't mine, I'm just messing with them. This is short, but long enough for what it is.
Charles Ruttheimer III lay sprawled comfortably on the sand, his head resting in his lover's lap. He looked up at that beautiful face, and felt completely happy. He could feel the sand sticking to his skin, but it was too hot for clothes, and they could always go for another swim in a bit. And this way he got to see his lover naked, which was always nice. In fact, it was one of his very favourite things. He thought he'd complain about the sand anyway, and see if he could work the conversation round to his very favourite thing. "Mack?", he said, in a fake-whiney voice. "There's sand all over me, and I don't like it."
Michael MacKenzie looked down at him, expressionless. "All over you?"
"Mmm. I don't like it. Would you brush it off for me?"
Still no expression, though there was a glint in the eyes now. "I don't know. That sounds like it would involve pretty intimate contact, and I've heard that kind of thing can lead to inappropriate behaviour."
"You mean this kind of inappropriate behaviour?" Chuck pushed his head a little further back into Mack's lap, and grinned when he heard his lover sigh softly. "Well, I suppose we couldn't have any of that, could we?"
Mack laughed, and leant over to plant a kiss on Chuck's lips. He straightened up, and said "Now, Mr RUTTHEIMER, what do we have HERE? It does not look like you are concentrating on the HISTORY of Hawaii at all. In fact, a more cynical man than I might suggest that you are DAYDREAMING. Please assure me that this is not SO."
Upchuck's eyes shot open. Mr DeMartino was standing right in front of him, eyes bulging, and the rest of the class were staring at him. He panicked. Had people seen him staring at Mack? He could tell from the way they were staring, they all knew what he was thinking ... He forced himself to calm down. He hadn't been staring, because his eyes had been closed. And no-one could tell. Just say something dirty about girls, he told himself, and it'll be alright like it always is. He forced a leer onto his face.
"Daydreaming, Mr DeMartino? Of course not. I was just contemplating some of the lovely ladies from this class doing the hula dance ... grrr".
DeMartino spluttered with anger, all of the girls in the class, and some of the boys, shouted abuse or just groaned with derision, and Upchuck sighed with relief.
By MacD
Note: Characters aren't mine, I'm just messing with them. This is short, but long enough for what it is.
Charles Ruttheimer III lay sprawled comfortably on the sand, his head resting in his lover's lap. He looked up at that beautiful face, and felt completely happy. He could feel the sand sticking to his skin, but it was too hot for clothes, and they could always go for another swim in a bit. And this way he got to see his lover naked, which was always nice. In fact, it was one of his very favourite things. He thought he'd complain about the sand anyway, and see if he could work the conversation round to his very favourite thing. "Mack?", he said, in a fake-whiney voice. "There's sand all over me, and I don't like it."
Michael MacKenzie looked down at him, expressionless. "All over you?"
"Mmm. I don't like it. Would you brush it off for me?"
Still no expression, though there was a glint in the eyes now. "I don't know. That sounds like it would involve pretty intimate contact, and I've heard that kind of thing can lead to inappropriate behaviour."
"You mean this kind of inappropriate behaviour?" Chuck pushed his head a little further back into Mack's lap, and grinned when he heard his lover sigh softly. "Well, I suppose we couldn't have any of that, could we?"
Mack laughed, and leant over to plant a kiss on Chuck's lips. He straightened up, and said "Now, Mr RUTTHEIMER, what do we have HERE? It does not look like you are concentrating on the HISTORY of Hawaii at all. In fact, a more cynical man than I might suggest that you are DAYDREAMING. Please assure me that this is not SO."
Upchuck's eyes shot open. Mr DeMartino was standing right in front of him, eyes bulging, and the rest of the class were staring at him. He panicked. Had people seen him staring at Mack? He could tell from the way they were staring, they all knew what he was thinking ... He forced himself to calm down. He hadn't been staring, because his eyes had been closed. And no-one could tell. Just say something dirty about girls, he told himself, and it'll be alright like it always is. He forced a leer onto his face.
"Daydreaming, Mr DeMartino? Of course not. I was just contemplating some of the lovely ladies from this class doing the hula dance ... grrr".
DeMartino spluttered with anger, all of the girls in the class, and some of the boys, shouted abuse or just groaned with derision, and Upchuck sighed with relief.
