Hey, it's the Wease here. Welcome to The Locker Room (Note from Stan ~ I wondered what that smell was...) Edition of Community Fan Fiction. We've dusted off our "dirty thinking caps" because today we will be hosting a "Lisa-fied" version of CFF, which, of course, means ALL SLASH - ALL THE TIME!!
"What? Community Fan Fiction?" You say. "It's not Thursday!"
No, it's not, but today is 17ForeverLisa's birthday, and we've officially declared the day to be
We all know how much Lisa enjoys reading a good slash fic...so pull on your jock straps, girls, and grab yourself *snicker* a "dirty thinking cap" and let's write some lemony goodness of the male variety!
Ok, if you're new to CFF, this is how it works. We'll start you off with an opener, then everyone joins in to add whatever they like; a sentence, a paragraph - it's all good, but fill it with plenty of man-lovin' goodness in honour of Lisa's birthday! Oh! And keep coming back and joining in, it's definitely not a 'one-turn only' experience, the more the merrier!
There's only one rule in CFF, and we learnt this one from experience: leave a comment to say you're taking a turn before going to write your contribution, otherwise it can end up with multiple simultaneous postings and we lose our flow ;o).
If you haven't visited the other blogs involved in the celebrations, here's a full list - for clicking on while you wait between turns here of course ;o)
Ok, Hobags, here we go! Let's make this slashtastically epic! (Intro by Becky)
The Locker Room
“Come on, Edward.” I think you can go get changed and join the rest of the team.
“Thanks coach.” I gingerly got up, not wanting another dizzy spell to park me back on my ass. As I straightened up, I was a little unsteady but nothing major. Getting a baseball to the head is a real bitch!
I walked slowly back to the locker room, smiling as I thought about how we'd just annihilated the other team. My pitching had been on fire, they just couldn't handle me today. Well, all but one of them anyway; Jasper Whitlock. He'd managed to hit a home run, the only one his team managed all game. I was almost certain it was because he'd distracted me when he stepped up to the plate. When he did his practice swings, I couldn't take my eyes off his muscles as they rippled under his tight uniform. His thighs were firm as they held him in position. What I wouldn't give to have them hold me in position.
I rounded the corner and stopped in my tracks. There, standing outside the guest team's changing room, was none other than Jasper Whitlock, in all his tight-assed glory. His eyes, roamed the length of my body, lingering over my crotch, before coming up to rest on my face. Fuck, he'd just been checking me out. I wondered if he was interested in playing another game with me and walked over to stand in front of him, holding out my hand for him to shake.
“"Hi, I'm Edward. I bat for the other team."
Well, techinically I pitched, but I hoped he'd get my meaning.
You know, while we've got the place opened and airing, we might as well take advantage, don'tcha think?
"Excellent idea, Stanley!"
So here are five of my lovely questions to keep you busy for a while. Remember, answers in the comments section and I'll choose a winner when we're all done - if I remember, my brain is pretty shoddy.
Okies, here we go:
1. If you were to run away and join the circus a la Water For Elephants, what would your contribution to the production be?
"What is that ho doing over there?"
2. You're strolling through Manhattan (as we all do from time to time) when the door of a limo stuck in traffic flies open and somebody drags you inside. Who is it and what happens next? ;o)
3. If you suddenly found yourself with money to burn, would you continue your life the same way i.e. marriage, job, homelife, etc, or would you change aspects of it?
Beach holidays perhaps???
4. You are visited by an angel. You are on a crossroads, one way means you can help many people and change the world for the better but you would be poor and struggling - although surrounded by loved ones. The other way means you get to live the high life with money, sex with beautiful people and mixing with the rich and famous but are racked with guilt, loneliness and will die alone. Which way do you take?
So, when TwiWeasel was the first one of us to post on here this year and you started to comment, it felt a little like that picture up there. You know, the one you're probably still looking at now instead of reading this *taps fingers impatiently waiting for everyone to catch up*. Ok, are you done deciding whether you'd rather be the Stew or the man kneeling behind Rob with a bird's eye view of his arse and his hands on his naked skin? Good, let's move on.
So, it's been a while, but seeing as a few of you helped TwiWeasel blow some of the cobwebs away yesterday I thought we might as well lift the old Community FanFic tomes down from the shelf and see if we can write another chapter.
"I'm ready, Stan."
OK then, here we go!
Edward pushed on the door, pausing for a moment when it didn't give at all before shoving it forcefully. It opened suddenly and he fell into the dark hallway, choking slightly on the cloud of dust that had billowed up as he hit the floor.
As his coughing subsided, he got to his feet and took a good look around. His heart grew heavy at the sight that met his eyes. The building that had once been so full of life and laughter - most of it dirty - now stood neglected.
Hearing a sudden sound from the kitchen, he moved along the hallway and nudged the door open. An unexpected sight met his eyes - Jasper! And he was naked, a fluffy white rooster under his arm.
"Jas!" gasped Edward, his eyes roaming over his former friend and fuck-buddy's lean. yet muscled body. "Man, that's some magnificent Silkie cock you have there. Can I stroke it?" he asked, his attention caught by the rooster.
"All this time Edward, and the first thing you're asking for a feel of my cock?" Jasper was shocked at his friend's reaction....
So - who's next? Remember to post to say if you're going next so we don't have multiples!
Holy Crap!! Edbrella Towers is a fucking mess! There's cobwebs and dust all over the place! Damn! Of course, it's not like anyone's been here for months, so it makes sense. Let me apologize for the long absence...Life got busy! Between all of us here, we have like 50 kids (Ka-Ching!!) not to mention that we do actually have real lives! Cut us some slack!
Ok, I'm done making excuses...
Let's see what's up?
Well, for starters, Chimpsten is finally back home after a long visit to the States!
Welcome back, Whore! We missed ya!!
I can't necessarily answer for the others, but I've been doing a lot of reading lately. Not so much that the kids aren't getting fed regularly, but enough that they may have to go ahead and wear that ratty pair of underwear, waaaaaaay in the back of the drawer, because that's the only clean pair they can find.
Wanna know what I'm reading? Of course you do!
Elusively Yours http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5942709 (Note from Stan ~ *coughing through the dust* Excellent choice, ho! I'm so close to 600 reviews too *bats eyelashes at prospective reader/reviewers*)