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Josie ([personal profile] josiemus_prime) wrote in [community profile] moviescriptending2009-10-21 05:23 pm
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Post 17.

Damn, missed last week. Sorry, things were just crazy all over the place. /o\ fail!mod.


But anyway guys, this week I decided to change it up a bit with the theme. Instead of writing a fic for a specific prompt this week, we're playing in this thread. Rules of the game is someone starts by writing a snippet or sentence of fic, and then someone else comments and continues (and so on and so forth and whatnot and such things as that then and stuff).

Of course, it doesn't have to be a snippet, you can write as much as you want, short or long, whatever. But it's one "story" per thread, ok? Though anyone can join in and continue it.

(I figured people with writer's block deserved something that didn't require much effort... because I'm lazy and I wanted to :D)


Anon commenting is on (and preferred), IP logging off, have fun!

invisible!Pete

(Anonymous) 2009-10-22 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
I have so many starts of fic in my notes, oh man. But yay! They're good for this post!




Pete wakes up all groggy and narrow-eyed. He blinks slowly at the stripe of (early, way early, like 5am early) morning light peeking through the curtain that's hitting him right in his face.

"Ugh."

He pushes the covers away and sits in his bunk, sighing. He looks down and--

And.

"Huh," Pete says, and reaches down to poke at his hard, invisible dick. "Huh."

Re: invisible!Pete

(Anonymous) 2009-10-26 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, have you seen Pete?" Patrick asks Joe, and he has been asking basically everyone on the tour today.

Joe shrugs. "Nope, sorry dude."

"Huh," Patrick says, "It's just that no one's seen him all day." He frowns.

"Was there something you wanted him for?"

"No, I just. I don't know," Patrick says uncertainly. He'd actually just wanted to try doing some writing today, it's been a while since him and Pete had really gotten a chance to.

"Sorry man," Joe says apologetically. "I guess if he fucked off earlier then he could be back on our bus? You could go check, if you want."

"Yeah," Patrick says, nodding, "yeah, I'll do that, thanks."

Joe smiles. "No pro--"

"OH MY GOD, WHAT THE FUCK, OH MY GOD WHO SET MY PANTS ON FIRE!?" They hear Dirty scream. Patrick is no longer alarmed by these kinds of things. Joe looks passed him with an amused look on his face, looking more awake than he has all day.

"Oh man, I gotta see this," Joe says and runs to where Dirty's still yelling and the others are all laughing.

"To the bus, then," Patrick says to himself, and starts making his way to Joe and Pete's bus.

"AAHH OH MY GOD THERE'S STILL FIRE ON MY UNDERWEAR, GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!"

Patrick doesn't turn around, but the corners of his lips are twitching up a bit.


***


"Pete?" Patrick calls, walking through the narrow bunk area. He heads straight to Pete's bunk and peaks his head in. "Pete?"

Patrick feels a hand grabs his ass and he jumps, banging his head and swearing, "Fuck ow. Pete," because of course it's Pete. Patrick starts turning around. "Fucking asshole, stop groping me, I am going to--"

Patrick stops and blinks. Because there's no Pete.

"...Pete?" Patrick says slowly, eyes darting around. He turns to another bunk, pulls the curtain back. Nothing.

Hands grope his ass again, he jumps, turns around swinging. "Fucki--"

Again, no one. Patrick's eyes widen. "What?"

Patrick hears but doesn't see Pete (definitely Pete) say, "'Sup stud?"

"Okay, seriously--"

Patrick suddenly feels a body press against him, a chest against his, hips, knees, hands clutching at his shoulders, lips sliding wetly against his jaw, a nose pressed into his cheek. He stops breathing, because he can feel all of this.

He just can't see it.

"I, shit what... Pete?" Patrick asks breathlessly, trying to understand, to comprehend what the fuck is going on right now.

He feels a mouth move over his, breathing hot and wet against his lips - and it's blowing his mind that he just can't see it - and then whisper, "So nice to see you, Rickster."

Patrick swallows, unconsciously peeking his tongue out to lick his lips, and then gasps when it flicks against someone else's - no, Pete's, definitely Pete's. The way he smells, his voice, yeah, it's definitely Pete.

"Well, Can't really say the same," Patrick says shakily. Pete laughs.

Re: invisible!Pete

(Anonymous) 2009-10-26 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"How did this happen?" Patrick wonders aloud, streching out his hand to brush against Pete's unclothed chest. "Wait, why aren't you wearing a shirt?"

"No idea," Pete murmurs into Patrick's skin. "And all of my clothes are visible, so..." He let the sentence hang.

Patrick swallows. "Oh."

"We should totally have sex like this," Pete announceds.

That's just to weird for Patrick to even want to think about. "Pete, no. Just... no."

Patrick feels Pete frowning. "Why not?"

"Because what if someone walks in?"