| Val is easily amused
||[Apr. 30th, 2004|10:06 am]
Found this smut generator. I have no life.|
Late one evening, Havoc was walking towards the basement, tired from a long day spent drinking with Hughes. Havoc sighed, exhausted but unwilling to sleep. Recently his nights had been filled with vivid dreams of necking Roy, stroking his gorgeous toe with his nipple. Mmm, thinking about Roy was having an immediate effect on Havoc's anatomy. He loosened his clothes to stroke lightly at his nipple, and was just starting to enjoy it when Hughes came suddenly into sight. Thinking fast, Havoc ducked silently under the sink
As Hughes went on his way, Havoc paused to look around and realised that he wasn't alone. Roy was there beside him. He was about to speak, when he realised that Roy hadn't noticed his arrival. For good reason! Roy was sprawled half naked at Havoc's feet, groaning as though engaged in a bout of rubbing and rubbing his toe vigorously. Havoc blushed and waited for Roy to finish, not quite resisting the urge to touch his own toe in sympathy. Finally Roy's back arched and he climaxed loudly, crying out 'Havoc!' Havoc coughed.
'What are you doing here?' Roy said.
'I was just passing.' Havoc replied with an unconvincing smile.
'Oh well, I suppose you had to find out eventually.'
'Find out what?'
'That ever since we met I've been dashing in here to play with my toe and pretend you were doing it.' Roy sighed, but didn't look too upset, perhaps because he'd spotted Havoc plucking thoughtfully at his own toe. Havoc felt suddenly bold.
'Touching your own toe is nice,' he said, 'but wouldn't you rather rub it against my nipple?' Roy's eyes grew huge.
'Of course, but I thought you wouldn't be interested.'
'What made you think that?'
'I've seen the nude photomanips of Ross that you keep your cabin.'
'Oh, that. No, I made them for Hughes so he'd have something to do other than drinking with me.'
'What's wrong with drinking?'
'Nothing, I'd just rather have a night of necking with you.'
Meanwhile . . .
. . . Hawkeye was hanging around Roy's office when she heard a sudden cry from the direction of the basement. Snapping immediately to alertness, she leapt up and dashed towards the sound. It sounded as though Roy was in serious danger! Within seconds, she'd almost reached the source of the cries. She dashed forward only to reel back at the sight of Havoc and Roy naked in front of her. Havoc was sprawled over Roy, trying to pull some sort of philosopher's stone out of his butt!
'What's going on?' she said, shocked.
Havoc looked worried.
'This was necking Roy,' he said, 'when he asked me to use the philosopher's stone on him. I did, but then it got stuck.'
'It didn't mean stick it into my butt, Roy complained, 'it's supposed to be used on your ear.' Havoc tried to pull the philosopher's stone out again, and Roy groaned and kicked him.
Hawkeye looked down at the struggling men. She felt slightly jealous. After all, she'd often wanted to try a little necking with Havoc herself. Still, Roy looked so helpless with the abused philosopher's stone sticking out of his butt that she couldn't remain angry for long.
'Perhaps I should help,' she offered 'After all, it can't stay there forever.' Havoc looked up at her with a combination of embarassment and gratitude..
'I'll hold Roy by the elbow while you grab hold of the philosopher's stone.'
Nodding, Hawkeye knelt and took hold of the philosopher's stone. It was slightly warm, as though Havoc had been using it on his nipple.
'Pull!' Havoc shouted.
'Ouch!' Roy cried as the philosopher's stone came out with a loud boink.
'Thankyou Hawkeye,' Havoc and Roy both said at once.
'No problem,' Hawkeye said with a grin. 'Would you mind if I kept the philosopher's stone as a souvenir?'
'Yes, I would,' Roy said. 'I'm using it on Havoc tomorrow.'
'Ah well,' Hawkeye said, regretfully. She gave a last saucy wink to Havoc and headed off in the direction of Roy's office. She'd be thinking about Havoc and the warm philosopher's stone for a long time to come.