A/N: Damn you, Inspiration Generator! And whoever comes up with these inspirations! Der bösartige Lachs wird sich vergewissern, dass Sie unfähig sind, jede Art des Geschlechtsverkehrs durchzuführen! Stick that in a German-English translator and see what happens; it's not perfect but it sure gets the point across.
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Inspiration: A pair of yellow and black striped gloves / the words 'You've made it easy to love to hate you' / the words 'bees love you for that reason'
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"Tricking and Treating, Chapter Three"
Jesse stifled a laugh and hissed to Fulton, "Look at those losers!" and pointed out a group of teenagers. They were two couples, and the girls were in costume as Winnie the Pooh and Kanga. The two boys, obviously dressed to match their girlfriends, were a honey bee and Roo. The girls were giggling and laughing, but the boys looked to be a cross between pissed off and extremely embarrassed.
Fulton snickered. It was the guy in the honey bee outfit that he wanted to go after. He was dressed all in yellow-and-black stripes, from his shoes to his gloves. He had white fairy-like wings on his back and an aluminum foil stinger glued to the seat of his pants.
Fulton murmured, "Let's get that one," and Jesse agreed.
They skated out, and Jesse smacked the guy in the back with his hockey stick, while Fulton made a grab for the stinger. "Bees love you for that reason, you poor whipped bastard!" Jesse shouted over his shoulder as they made their getaway. There was yelling and cursing from behind them, but Fulton checked and saw that nobody was following them.
Thank God.
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After that prank, Fulton started complaining that his ankle was acting up. So, with minimum needling from Jesse, they went back to the house with pillowcases full of candy both stolen and honestly gotten.
Fulton collapsed on the couch and pulled off his mask, wincing as he removed his skates. Jesse muttered, "Oh, shit, Fulton, I'm sorry..." as he saw the other boy's ankle. It was swollen and turning slightly purple. Fulton said nothing, only lay down on the couch and glared at Jesse.
Meekly, Jesse went into the kitchen and filled a plastic sandwich baggie with ice. He carried it back to the living room and handed it to Fulton. "Thanks," Fulton said quietly, in a voice laced with pain. "But still I hate you."
"What?" Jesse demanded, "Why?"
"You've made it easy to love to hate you," Fulton replied. "And I'm in mammoth amounts of pain here. Pain that, if I hadn't listened to you, I wouldn't be suffering from. So thanks for that, too."
Jesse sighed. That was true, he couldn't argue with that at all. He got up and turned the porch light back on. "So why did you listen to me?"
Fulton was quiet for a long time, apparently lost in thought. Finally, setting aside the ice pack, he said softly, "Because you cared." At Jesse's confused look, Fulton elaborated, "You volunteered to stay with me, and you knew it would be dull. And you only suggested the things you did so we could have fun together. And it was fun, I guess."
Jesse smiled widely. "You don't really hate me," he pointed out gleefully, sitting on the arm of the couch. Fulton scowled at this.
"You ruin my image."
"Nuh-uh. You did that for yourself, when you joined the Ducks."
"Bombay made me," Fulton protested. He sat up and shoved Jesse lightly. The other boy nearly fell off the couch and grabbed Fulton's arm to stay balanced.
"I'm glad he did." Jesse said. He slid into the space next to Fulton and playfully jabbed him in the ribs. "The Ducks wouldn't be the same if you weren't there. I like you."
Fulton grabbed Jesse's hand. "Don't do that! I'm ticklish."
A purely impish impulse seized Jesse when he heard this, and he started tickling Fulton. Fulton cursed him between bouts of helpless laughter and tried to get away. Jesse lunged for him and they ended up on the floor.
"Ow..." Fulton complained, "It's not enough that you make me mess up my ankle again, you gotta make me fall on my ass, too."
"Fulton," Jesse said breathlessly, "shut up."
"Make me, Jess." Fulton shot back.
Well, he was practically asking for it, Jesse told himself, as he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Fulton's, effectively cutting off the conversation.
~~TBC~~
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Inspiration: A pair of yellow and black striped gloves / the words 'You've made it easy to love to hate you' / the words 'bees love you for that reason'
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"Tricking and Treating, Chapter Three"
Jesse stifled a laugh and hissed to Fulton, "Look at those losers!" and pointed out a group of teenagers. They were two couples, and the girls were in costume as Winnie the Pooh and Kanga. The two boys, obviously dressed to match their girlfriends, were a honey bee and Roo. The girls were giggling and laughing, but the boys looked to be a cross between pissed off and extremely embarrassed.
Fulton snickered. It was the guy in the honey bee outfit that he wanted to go after. He was dressed all in yellow-and-black stripes, from his shoes to his gloves. He had white fairy-like wings on his back and an aluminum foil stinger glued to the seat of his pants.
Fulton murmured, "Let's get that one," and Jesse agreed.
They skated out, and Jesse smacked the guy in the back with his hockey stick, while Fulton made a grab for the stinger. "Bees love you for that reason, you poor whipped bastard!" Jesse shouted over his shoulder as they made their getaway. There was yelling and cursing from behind them, but Fulton checked and saw that nobody was following them.
Thank God.
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After that prank, Fulton started complaining that his ankle was acting up. So, with minimum needling from Jesse, they went back to the house with pillowcases full of candy both stolen and honestly gotten.
Fulton collapsed on the couch and pulled off his mask, wincing as he removed his skates. Jesse muttered, "Oh, shit, Fulton, I'm sorry..." as he saw the other boy's ankle. It was swollen and turning slightly purple. Fulton said nothing, only lay down on the couch and glared at Jesse.
Meekly, Jesse went into the kitchen and filled a plastic sandwich baggie with ice. He carried it back to the living room and handed it to Fulton. "Thanks," Fulton said quietly, in a voice laced with pain. "But still I hate you."
"What?" Jesse demanded, "Why?"
"You've made it easy to love to hate you," Fulton replied. "And I'm in mammoth amounts of pain here. Pain that, if I hadn't listened to you, I wouldn't be suffering from. So thanks for that, too."
Jesse sighed. That was true, he couldn't argue with that at all. He got up and turned the porch light back on. "So why did you listen to me?"
Fulton was quiet for a long time, apparently lost in thought. Finally, setting aside the ice pack, he said softly, "Because you cared." At Jesse's confused look, Fulton elaborated, "You volunteered to stay with me, and you knew it would be dull. And you only suggested the things you did so we could have fun together. And it was fun, I guess."
Jesse smiled widely. "You don't really hate me," he pointed out gleefully, sitting on the arm of the couch. Fulton scowled at this.
"You ruin my image."
"Nuh-uh. You did that for yourself, when you joined the Ducks."
"Bombay made me," Fulton protested. He sat up and shoved Jesse lightly. The other boy nearly fell off the couch and grabbed Fulton's arm to stay balanced.
"I'm glad he did." Jesse said. He slid into the space next to Fulton and playfully jabbed him in the ribs. "The Ducks wouldn't be the same if you weren't there. I like you."
Fulton grabbed Jesse's hand. "Don't do that! I'm ticklish."
A purely impish impulse seized Jesse when he heard this, and he started tickling Fulton. Fulton cursed him between bouts of helpless laughter and tried to get away. Jesse lunged for him and they ended up on the floor.
"Ow..." Fulton complained, "It's not enough that you make me mess up my ankle again, you gotta make me fall on my ass, too."
"Fulton," Jesse said breathlessly, "shut up."
"Make me, Jess." Fulton shot back.
Well, he was practically asking for it, Jesse told himself, as he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Fulton's, effectively cutting off the conversation.
~~TBC~~