Alright, so let's do a quick catch-up here.
-Brodi is with Mac (we'll be getting back to them)
-Psymon is with Eddie (interesting, huh?)
-Eddie and Psymon are loud (alright, so maybe that's a bit TMI)
-Psymon is the kind of person who would make Eddie make as much noise as possible, just to spite others (so true, don't you think?)
Got that? Good. On with the story.
Warnings: Language; Slash; Suggestive. I don't know what in the hell you would call it and dialogue; uh. that's about it. I don't need to give warnings for insane author, do I? I do? Alright, insane author.
Disclaimers: The afroed-one is not mine, the surfing one is not mine, the all mighty DJ is not mine, the crazy one's not mine. I fact, all I own is this story and some burnt toast.
Many kudos to Eddie_Wachowski's_Chick, it's all her fault this gets updated as often as it does ;P.
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"Get your ass o'er here Afro-boy," Psymon ordered the instant Eddie walked through the trailer door. Eddie smiled and shook his head as he kicked his shoes off.
"Just a sec Psycho," he replied, leaning over to untie one of his sneakers when it absolutely refused to just kick off. He smirked a little when Psymon made exasperated growling noises from on the couch. Finally Eddie managed to get the stubborn sneaker off.
"So what'd Ol' Rhazey want?" Psymon asked as he grabbed Eddie and pulled him down even before Eddie had gotten around the coffee table. Eddie made a small 'oomph' noise and adjusted himself quickly in Psymon's lap as he thought about what to tell him.
"Lemme guess..." Mr. Psycho began, a rather fiendish grin crossing his face as he nested his chin in the middle of 70's boy's afro. "Rhazey gotta few complaints about how loud we were." Eddie sighed in defeat.
"Yeah," he agreed, silently dreading what was going to happen next.
"Let's see how they like it during the day then!!" Psymon cheered triumphantly, his grin turning pure evil.
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It was almost noon before Mac finally managed to yank himself out of an unusually pleasant slumber. Disgruntled, he scowled at the ceiling and rubbed his eyes.
"Ah, finally decided to grace the world with your consciousness did you?" someone said teasingly from above him.
"The world should feel lucky," Mac grunted, earning a low chuckle from his guest.
"Yes, it certainly should." Mac cracked his eyes open and squinted at the shadowy figure leaning over him.
"Yer a flatterer Brod," he grunted. Brodi chuckled and shook his head.
"You better get up or I'm going to start tickling you." He had barely even finished his sentence before Mac was up, eyes wide and arms wrapped defensively around his ribs. Brodi laughed and shook his head then leaned over and kissed the young man on the top of the head.
"So, sleep good?" he asked, electing to ignore Mac's scowl. Mac grumbled under his breath before answering.
"Yeah, actually. I slept pretty damn good for once." Brodi smiled and shook his head slightly in bemusement.
"I'm glad Grasshopper. Now, let's say we go get something to eat?" Mac paused and his stomach growled loudly, more then answering for the both of them.
"Since we had pizza last night, how about we go to the lodge and get some sandwiches?" Brodi suggested, turning to look for his shoes. Mac thought about it for a minute.
"Alright, but you gotta be the pack mule," he said casually. Brodi glanced back at him and grinned slightly.
"Want to be carried around Princess-style?" Brodi teased, sitting back on the couch behind Mac. Mac scowled and leaned back against Brodi's thighs.
"I mean you have to get all the food and stuff." Brodi smiled warmly at him and leaned over, catching Mac rather off-guard with a warm, pleasantly soft kiss.
"I know what you mean."
"Then let's go!" Mac exclaimed in a surprisingly chipper tone, hauling himself off the couch and looking around for his shoes. Brodi laughed and shook his head, pointing out Mac's shoes after watching him look around for almost five minutes.
"To lunch?" Mac asked finally, tying the last knot in his shoes.
"To lunch."
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My apologies to the people who enjoy reading this, but this where I will end this story for the next while. I don't know how long it's going to be before I can get my act together enough to work on this some more, but it will be done. I don't think it helps at all that I'm having... emotional issues that make writing something as light as this difficult for me. ...I promise nothing.
The lazy, uncreative (at the moment in SSX Tricky), Lethal-chan
-Brodi is with Mac (we'll be getting back to them)
-Psymon is with Eddie (interesting, huh?)
-Eddie and Psymon are loud (alright, so maybe that's a bit TMI)
-Psymon is the kind of person who would make Eddie make as much noise as possible, just to spite others (so true, don't you think?)
Got that? Good. On with the story.
Warnings: Language; Slash; Suggestive. I don't know what in the hell you would call it and dialogue; uh. that's about it. I don't need to give warnings for insane author, do I? I do? Alright, insane author.
Disclaimers: The afroed-one is not mine, the surfing one is not mine, the all mighty DJ is not mine, the crazy one's not mine. I fact, all I own is this story and some burnt toast.
Many kudos to Eddie_Wachowski's_Chick, it's all her fault this gets updated as often as it does ;P.
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"Get your ass o'er here Afro-boy," Psymon ordered the instant Eddie walked through the trailer door. Eddie smiled and shook his head as he kicked his shoes off.
"Just a sec Psycho," he replied, leaning over to untie one of his sneakers when it absolutely refused to just kick off. He smirked a little when Psymon made exasperated growling noises from on the couch. Finally Eddie managed to get the stubborn sneaker off.
"So what'd Ol' Rhazey want?" Psymon asked as he grabbed Eddie and pulled him down even before Eddie had gotten around the coffee table. Eddie made a small 'oomph' noise and adjusted himself quickly in Psymon's lap as he thought about what to tell him.
"Lemme guess..." Mr. Psycho began, a rather fiendish grin crossing his face as he nested his chin in the middle of 70's boy's afro. "Rhazey gotta few complaints about how loud we were." Eddie sighed in defeat.
"Yeah," he agreed, silently dreading what was going to happen next.
"Let's see how they like it during the day then!!" Psymon cheered triumphantly, his grin turning pure evil.
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It was almost noon before Mac finally managed to yank himself out of an unusually pleasant slumber. Disgruntled, he scowled at the ceiling and rubbed his eyes.
"Ah, finally decided to grace the world with your consciousness did you?" someone said teasingly from above him.
"The world should feel lucky," Mac grunted, earning a low chuckle from his guest.
"Yes, it certainly should." Mac cracked his eyes open and squinted at the shadowy figure leaning over him.
"Yer a flatterer Brod," he grunted. Brodi chuckled and shook his head.
"You better get up or I'm going to start tickling you." He had barely even finished his sentence before Mac was up, eyes wide and arms wrapped defensively around his ribs. Brodi laughed and shook his head then leaned over and kissed the young man on the top of the head.
"So, sleep good?" he asked, electing to ignore Mac's scowl. Mac grumbled under his breath before answering.
"Yeah, actually. I slept pretty damn good for once." Brodi smiled and shook his head slightly in bemusement.
"I'm glad Grasshopper. Now, let's say we go get something to eat?" Mac paused and his stomach growled loudly, more then answering for the both of them.
"Since we had pizza last night, how about we go to the lodge and get some sandwiches?" Brodi suggested, turning to look for his shoes. Mac thought about it for a minute.
"Alright, but you gotta be the pack mule," he said casually. Brodi glanced back at him and grinned slightly.
"Want to be carried around Princess-style?" Brodi teased, sitting back on the couch behind Mac. Mac scowled and leaned back against Brodi's thighs.
"I mean you have to get all the food and stuff." Brodi smiled warmly at him and leaned over, catching Mac rather off-guard with a warm, pleasantly soft kiss.
"I know what you mean."
"Then let's go!" Mac exclaimed in a surprisingly chipper tone, hauling himself off the couch and looking around for his shoes. Brodi laughed and shook his head, pointing out Mac's shoes after watching him look around for almost five minutes.
"To lunch?" Mac asked finally, tying the last knot in his shoes.
"To lunch."
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My apologies to the people who enjoy reading this, but this where I will end this story for the next while. I don't know how long it's going to be before I can get my act together enough to work on this some more, but it will be done. I don't think it helps at all that I'm having... emotional issues that make writing something as light as this difficult for me. ...I promise nothing.
The lazy, uncreative (at the moment in SSX Tricky), Lethal-chan