You can meet nerds anywhere if you look in the right places.
[ he shrugs a shoulder and rights himself, pulling out a sleeveless tank, but he ponders it, letting the muscles of his back show and flex. ]
They're the best in bed. They've been up to all the kinky shit because no one's looking in their direction. It's always fun. That and so maybe I like to read sometimes.
[ he turns then and the panties barely contain his dick but somehow they do, but the outline is nowhere near concealed. not that it matters, they've showered together, but it's different now. charged in a way that makes a little heat prickle into q's chest. ]
Trying to decide what I want to wear out to the lake. I was half tempted to just go in these and these alone. [ "these" being the underwear, of course. ]
Ahhh, there it is. [koby snaps his fingers, points, flashes his teeth in a wide grin.] Coming out as a nerd in the sneakiest way poss–
[and then quentin’s turning and the silk is hugging the shape of his dick, the contour and weight of it straining the panties and koby’s words cut off in a sound halfway between a hiccup and a gasp. he covers quickly, scrubs a hand over his face and looks anywhere, anywhere else.]
Possible. Sneakiest way possible. Uh. [a bark of a laugh, looking somewhere over quentin’s left shoulder.] Don’t think that – I mean, unless you wanna cause a fucking. Riot. Or something.
[a sex riot. a sexy olympian in panties riot.
belatedly:] The lake? Why do you wanna go to the lake? [said as if quentin’s expressed a desire to climb everest or go cave diving – possible, but absurd and inconvenient.]
no subject
[ he shrugs a shoulder and rights himself, pulling out a sleeveless tank, but he ponders it, letting the muscles of his back show and flex. ]
They're the best in bed. They've been up to all the kinky shit because no one's looking in their direction. It's always fun. That and so maybe I like to read sometimes.
[ he turns then and the panties barely contain his dick but somehow they do, but the outline is nowhere near concealed. not that it matters, they've showered together, but it's different now. charged in a way that makes a little heat prickle into q's chest. ]
Trying to decide what I want to wear out to the lake. I was half tempted to just go in these and these alone. [ "these" being the underwear, of course. ]
no subject
[and then quentin’s turning and the silk is hugging the shape of his dick, the contour and weight of it straining the panties and koby’s words cut off in a sound halfway between a hiccup and a gasp. he covers quickly, scrubs a hand over his face and looks anywhere, anywhere else.]
Possible. Sneakiest way possible. Uh. [a bark of a laugh, looking somewhere over quentin’s left shoulder.] Don’t think that – I mean, unless you wanna cause a fucking. Riot. Or something.
[a sex riot. a sexy olympian in panties riot.
belatedly:] The lake? Why do you wanna go to the lake? [said as if quentin’s expressed a desire to climb everest or go cave diving – possible, but absurd and inconvenient.]