“Hi. So, what do you-?” He halts, blinks, takes a step back and resists the very passionate urge to screech a soul rending scream from the very depths of his being “…Chris?”
“Hi Tim!” Chris, for it is Chris, chirps. Bouncing up to his feet from his knees… Where he was kneeling. In an obedient way. In an obediently sexual sort of way.
“Ah, Tim,” says the Examiner, tucking himself back in with a smile that could be charming but actually a hair away from outright insanity (as always, really), “Nice to see you! In here for a reason?”
“…You summoned me,” he starts. Very, very slowly – and still a step away from that soul rending scream as he watches a tiny drop of white trail its way down from the side of Chris’ mouth.
“Did he?” Chris’ frowning mouth, Chris’ puzzled mouth like he has any right to be terribly bemused by this whole horrific situation designed only to give the universe a chance to punch him repeatedly in the face, “so that was what the phonecall was about…”
“Yes,” The Examiner nods, smiles at his noise of strangled trauma “…Do you know what I summoned you for, Tim?”
“An attempt to break my sanity completely?”
“I thought I managed that several weeks ago” …He is not looking at Chris’ slightly flushed face, not at all - nope, not for a single moment. Strangled trauma all the way.
“Tim!” Strangled trauma, as he also very firmly does not think about that brief glimpse of the Examiner’s cock and the many uses it’s probably been put to “…I actually think that this is going to be a wonderful surprise for you.”
“Yay.”
“Yay!”
“Yes,” strangled trauma, all the strangled trauma – and not at all thinking about Chris’ mouth on his cock (and he worries for his brain, he really does) or his mouth on the Examiner’s cock (worries) for a single moment. No. Not at all, “Tim, I’ve decided to interfere in your love life. Something needed considering your strange unwillingness to pick up the weak and needy members of society.”
“…Great,” he sighs, feeling nothing but weary tension.
“Isn’t it?” Especially for Chris, even with his eyes all bright and his hair sticking out at odd angles.
“Would you be interested in a threesome?” …Or the Examiner, with that predatory glint and strange shift to his eyes.
…No.
Nothing at all.
And he certainly, certainly isn’t considering it in any way, nope. Not considering what it’d be like to sneak off for quickies at work, not considering what it’d feel like to pin Chris up against a wall in return, not considering how nice the Examiner bending him over that big desk could be-
No.
Not at all!
“…Can I at least bang my head against the wall before we get started?” He asks wearily, already steeling himself for the inevitable.
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FILL: Don't Damage the Wall, Examiner/Chris (With a bit of Examiner/Chris/Tim at the end), PG-13
Date: 2011-11-14 03:42 pm (UTC)“Hi Tim!” Chris, for it is Chris, chirps. Bouncing up to his feet from his knees… Where he was kneeling. In an obedient way. In an obediently sexual sort of way.
“Ah, Tim,” says the Examiner, tucking himself back in with a smile that could be charming but actually a hair away from outright insanity (as always, really), “Nice to see you! In here for a reason?”
“…You summoned me,” he starts. Very, very slowly – and still a step away from that soul rending scream as he watches a tiny drop of white trail its way down from the side of Chris’ mouth.
“Did he?” Chris’ frowning mouth, Chris’ puzzled mouth like he has any right to be terribly bemused by this whole horrific situation designed only to give the universe a chance to punch him repeatedly in the face, “so that was what the phonecall was about…”
“Yes,” The Examiner nods, smiles at his noise of strangled trauma “…Do you know what I summoned you for, Tim?”
“An attempt to break my sanity completely?”
“I thought I managed that several weeks ago” …He is not looking at Chris’ slightly flushed face, not at all - nope, not for a single moment. Strangled trauma all the way.
“Tim!” Strangled trauma, as he also very firmly does not think about that brief glimpse of the Examiner’s cock and the many uses it’s probably been put to “…I actually think that this is going to be a wonderful surprise for you.”
“Yay.”
“Yay!”
“Yes,” strangled trauma, all the strangled trauma – and not at all thinking about Chris’ mouth on his cock (and he worries for his brain, he really does) or his mouth on the Examiner’s cock (worries) for a single moment. No. Not at all, “Tim, I’ve decided to interfere in your love life. Something needed considering your strange unwillingness to pick up the weak and needy members of society.”
“…Great,” he sighs, feeling nothing but weary tension.
“Isn’t it?” Especially for Chris, even with his eyes all bright and his hair sticking out at odd angles.
“Would you be interested in a threesome?” …Or the Examiner, with that predatory glint and strange shift to his eyes.
…No.
Nothing at all.
And he certainly, certainly isn’t considering it in any way, nope. Not considering what it’d be like to sneak off for quickies at work, not considering what it’d feel like to pin Chris up against a wall in return, not considering how nice the Examiner bending him over that big desk could be-
No.
Not at all!
“…Can I at least bang my head against the wall before we get started?” He asks wearily, already steeling himself for the inevitable.
“Don’t damage yourself!”
“Alright. But don’t damage the wall!”