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turpsDespite the fact that I couldn't get to the popslash get together, I was virtually included in the plans to test the MTYG code. Which meant being assigned a recipient and a request deliberately designed to be insane. eta: Or not. It seems it was them being them *g* I was assigned ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nopseud who asked for Joey/Brian or AJ/Nick and something involving sexy talking dolphins, which yeah.
Blame those crazy Uk popslashers!
“Is that a dolphin?” Joey asked, taking a step toward the giant glass tank set up in Brian’s yard. “Because if it is, you do know it’s illegal to keep them as pets.”
Brian grinned, and slung his arm around Joey’s shoulder. “Would I keep a dolphin as a pet?”
Which was reassuring for all of a second; until the moment a dolphin arched gracefully into the air, causing a wave of water to cascade to the soggy ground.
Joey blinked, rubbed his eyes, hoped it was a mass hallucination brought on by too much sun. The dolphin remained. “You’ve got a giant fish in your yard.”
“Oh hey now, less of the fish insults.”
Joey felt Brian’s fingers tighten around his upper arm, as if holding him in place.
“He didn’t mean it, man.” Brian grinned and looked up at Joey. “He forgets that some people aren’t up on their marine knowledge.”
“I do not forget!” The dolphin slapped a fin against the surface of the water, causing hundreds of glimmering droplets that spun through the air. “It’s just. How hard is it to know the difference between a fish and a mammal? Trout. A fish. Salmon. A fish. Bass. A fish. And not your Bass, you moron. The fish bass. Dolphin. A mammal. See how easy that is? Fuck, it’s not difficult.”
The dolphin seemed genuinely angry, its beady eyes bulging and its mouth snapping open and closed. Except, Joey had spent over half his life around people who lived to deceive, and there was something in the dolphin’s expression. The way it wiggled in the water, its tail swishing just below the surface, like it was laughing throughout its whole body.
He stared at the dolphin. The dolphin stared back.
It was like a thousand staring contests before, except this time his opponent had no eyelids, which admittedly was a huge advantage.
“Brian,” Joey said, scrubbing the heel of his hand across his dry eyes. “Your dolphin sucks.”
Brian shuddered then, and dropped his hand to cover his groin. “No man, he doesn’t.”
“It’s my teeth; they’re kinda stumpy and sharp.” The dolphin sounded apologetic, and its fin slumped. “It was bad. Kevin had to …”
Brian held up his hand, looking pained. “We agreed to never mention that again.”
“Oh, right.” The dolphin submerged then, bubbles rippling to the surface, and Joey didn’t have to be a marine expert to know it was laughing. When it surfaced again, flipper casually hooked over the lip of the tank, snout in the air, it looked directly at Joey. “I can do other things though. I’m awesome with my tongue, and once you’ve gone blow hole you’ll never go back.”
“Brian,” Joey said slowly. “Your dolphin is coming onto me.”
“I know.” Brian wiggled his hand under Joey’s t-shirt, resting his palm against the small of Joey’s back. “I told him to.” He turned a little then, stretched up and brushed a kiss against the underside of Joey’s jaw. “Well?”
Joey looked at the dolphin, the way it was running its flipper along the glass, at Brian, who smiled wide, his hand warm against Joey’s back.
Like Joey could say no.
I know Pen has posted her story from this weekend, and believe me. It's worth checking out *g*
nopseud who asked for Joey/Brian or AJ/Nick and something involving sexy talking dolphins, which yeah. Blame those crazy Uk popslashers!
“Is that a dolphin?” Joey asked, taking a step toward the giant glass tank set up in Brian’s yard. “Because if it is, you do know it’s illegal to keep them as pets.”
Brian grinned, and slung his arm around Joey’s shoulder. “Would I keep a dolphin as a pet?”
Which was reassuring for all of a second; until the moment a dolphin arched gracefully into the air, causing a wave of water to cascade to the soggy ground.
Joey blinked, rubbed his eyes, hoped it was a mass hallucination brought on by too much sun. The dolphin remained. “You’ve got a giant fish in your yard.”
“Oh hey now, less of the fish insults.”
Joey felt Brian’s fingers tighten around his upper arm, as if holding him in place.
“He didn’t mean it, man.” Brian grinned and looked up at Joey. “He forgets that some people aren’t up on their marine knowledge.”
“I do not forget!” The dolphin slapped a fin against the surface of the water, causing hundreds of glimmering droplets that spun through the air. “It’s just. How hard is it to know the difference between a fish and a mammal? Trout. A fish. Salmon. A fish. Bass. A fish. And not your Bass, you moron. The fish bass. Dolphin. A mammal. See how easy that is? Fuck, it’s not difficult.”
The dolphin seemed genuinely angry, its beady eyes bulging and its mouth snapping open and closed. Except, Joey had spent over half his life around people who lived to deceive, and there was something in the dolphin’s expression. The way it wiggled in the water, its tail swishing just below the surface, like it was laughing throughout its whole body.
He stared at the dolphin. The dolphin stared back.
It was like a thousand staring contests before, except this time his opponent had no eyelids, which admittedly was a huge advantage.
“Brian,” Joey said, scrubbing the heel of his hand across his dry eyes. “Your dolphin sucks.”
Brian shuddered then, and dropped his hand to cover his groin. “No man, he doesn’t.”
“It’s my teeth; they’re kinda stumpy and sharp.” The dolphin sounded apologetic, and its fin slumped. “It was bad. Kevin had to …”
Brian held up his hand, looking pained. “We agreed to never mention that again.”
“Oh, right.” The dolphin submerged then, bubbles rippling to the surface, and Joey didn’t have to be a marine expert to know it was laughing. When it surfaced again, flipper casually hooked over the lip of the tank, snout in the air, it looked directly at Joey. “I can do other things though. I’m awesome with my tongue, and once you’ve gone blow hole you’ll never go back.”
“Brian,” Joey said slowly. “Your dolphin is coming onto me.”
“I know.” Brian wiggled his hand under Joey’s t-shirt, resting his palm against the small of Joey’s back. “I told him to.” He turned a little then, stretched up and brushed a kiss against the underside of Joey’s jaw. “Well?”
Joey looked at the dolphin, the way it was running its flipper along the glass, at Brian, who smiled wide, his hand warm against Joey’s back.
Like Joey could say no.
I know Pen has posted her story from this weekend, and believe me. It's worth checking out *g*
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Date: 2007-11-26 12:42 pm (UTC)Which is something I totally believe :)
You know, one positive of being here last weekend. I doubt I would have been able to write where people could see. At least this way you got your sexy dolphin. And yes, that icon would have been perfect!
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Date: 2007-11-26 05:16 pm (UTC)And that would have been a terrible loss to the blowhole porn genre!
(Poor
heckledoffered useful nouns and adjectives.)