More Flashslash, with the prompts this time

[dorsetgirl]

This is my third attempt, and I've finally managed to incorporate the prompt words, so I got very brave and posted atflashslash . On re-reading, I realised that the setting was probably inspired bymikes_grrl ’s Locked Up.

 

  

 

Prompt: rage transparent fork balance

 

 

Gene had never been in such a rage before. He couldn’t believe what the fucking superior git had done this time. The bastard just never gave a single thought to anyone else.

 

He wobbled, trying to regain his balance. Last thing he needed at this point was to fall down the hole into the muck. He shifted very slowly, trying to see through the tiny gap that was all he had left.

 

“Oy! Are you going to be much longer down there? I could die waiting!”

 

“Fuck off, Tyler! I’ll be there in my own sweet time and not before. You got yourself into this. You want me to get you out of it, you be nice to me. Now shut up and let me concentrate.”

 

Slowly, he inched his way forward across the plank. It creaked, making him worry for a moment that it wouldn’t hold his weight. Now was not the time to be conceding Tyler might be right on that point, dammit. He ignored the little voice telling him that a man of his physique was not designed for the high wire, or in this case the low plank, and kept on shuffling.

 

He also ignored the little voice that was telling him rubbing himself, or certain parts of himself, against a rough old plank on his way to rescue his very own annoying damsel, was a Very Bad Idea indeed.

 

Reaching the end of the plank he crawled carefully off the end, trying to avoid further stimulation of certain parts of his anatomy as he brushed the grime and splinters off his trousers.

 

“Gene!” The voice was fainter now; perhaps the idiot really was in trouble up there. Gene moved faster now, edging aside boxes and piles of rubbish. Peering through the final obstacle, a semi-transparent sheet of plastic, he could just make out Tyler crouched in the corner, and his stomach lurched.

 

His half-willing erection subsided instantly as he saw the garden fork impaling Sam’s bloodied arm to the floor.

 

 

Comments

[andres00.livejournal.com]

Oh, the poor men! Sammy is very poor, but Gene, after passing through the whole ordeal, you just throw injured Sam to the poor man! I imagine his scream.
But cutthroat bitch like me, think you're teaching table manner using fork to the Manchester lion. Well, definitely Sam is tasty and sweet.

[dorsetgirl.livejournal.com]

Gene had a hard job getting to Sam, poor man. I didn't want to hurt Sam, but I had to get the word "fork" in there somehow!

Wow, I like your idea that the Manc Lion is learning table manners - learning to use a fork. Actually, that's an excellent idea for a very dark crack!fic - Gene eats Sam, eewww. Mind you, I think he will be biting and chewing and sucking Sam very soon!

Thank you for commenting on all of these! I'm going away on holiday tomorrow, but I'm looking forward to seeing more fic from you when I come back! Pretty please???

[dorsetgirl.livejournal.com]

*hugs you back*

I got the email notification of your deleted comment. When I get back from holiday next week, let me know how things are going, and I will see if I can chase things up for you. ♥