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*Kirk sits at the computer; Dale enters*
"Wha cha doin', Baby?" "It's Julie's birthday. I'm trying to write a fic for her. This is... harder than it sounds." "Hmm. Why don't ya jes get Alli to do that?" "Yeah, I would, but she just started babbling about how she's tired and the Met Musi are fickle and blah blah blah. Then some big goon carried her away." "Ok, so she's a spaz. Why don't you write a guitar solo for JDawg?" *sniffles are heard* "Sorry, Baby! Sorry... no solos... solos are too 80's. Ah rememba." *grumbles* "Ah do listen." "At least you do." *soft kissing* "So... I still have to write something and I can't think of a damn thing." "Well... can Ah see what ya have so far?" "Uh..." "Ya okay?" "With you leaning over me like that? I'm more than okay... it's just a little hard to concentrate." *laughs* "Just a little." "Riiiight. Ok, fine. Read it to me, than, honey." "Uhm... ok... Once upon a time in a land far far away from Frisco, there was a princess. This princess was like no other. She could smoke a pack a day, down a pot of coffee an hour, understand things that would put Freud to shame, and still write heartbreaking scenes. One day this princess was walking down the road and she saw a frog hey! Stop laughing!" "Sorry, Baby... I'm sorry! But that's terrible." *head bangs on desk* "Aww, Kirk! Here, Honey, let me rub your shoulders." "Mmm, thanks. I KNOW it's bad. How do I tell her how much I love her without sounding like a gay little prissy." "Yaself?" "I hate you." "Ya luv me." *soft kissing* *quiet moaning* "Ok, I love you. Now help me!" "How? Ah'm no writer! Ah'll tell you what Ah can do. Ah can drive very very fast. So how about you call that friend of your James and Ah'll drive his lily white ass over to PA. Sound like a plan?" "That would be a great plan, except Rob took James out for a camping trip." *snickering* "Think they'll trade hair secrets?" "Hoping Rob'll convince James of the benefits of long hair! But... that still leaves us stuck for today." "What?" .... "Why are you smirking like that, Junior? You got an idea, lay it on me." "Well, laying' is a big part of it...." *giggles* "So cute, Baby... ya're the only man Ah know who can giggle and make it sound sexy." "Sexy?" "MAJOR turn on." "So... you're saying... you want to fuck me for Julie's birthday?" "Seems like an appropriate celebration." "Does it now?" *laughs* "It's either this or send the girl gardenias...." "BAD idea. Let's have sex instead!" *clothes are strewn about* "Mmm... Jr... you look so good, Babe." "Right back at cha, Quirk. Can Ah have ya right here?" "... Over the computer desk?" "It'll hold." *laughter* *kissing* *gasp* "Ya alright, baby boy?" "Mmm, fine. Very fine. I just always forget how thick you are..." "Ah'll take it slow." "Don't you dare." *grunts* "Again." *grunts* "Again!" *grunts* "Fill me up, Junior... love your dick in me...." "Love you, Kirk." *moans* *yells* *pants* "Beautiful boy? Ya... didn't finish with me." "Doesn't mean I didn't enjoy the ride Hey!" *two bodies hit the floor* "Oomph!" "Sorry, Honey. But... stay!" *slurping* "Ohhhh... goooooooooood.... " *licking* *more slurping* *moaning* "That's right, Honey, come for me... come for the day!" *slow moaning* *crawling along the carpet* "That was... damn, Junior... where'd you learn to suck like that, Babe?" "Dunno. Love the taste of ya, Honey. Love havin' ya in mah mouth." "Well, I love holding you. So... let me do that for awhile." "We both got off... nap sounds good." "Haha! Right here? On the floor?" "Why not? Ya comfy, Honey?" "As long as I have you, yeah." "So... why not?" "Well... we still haven't come up with a real gift for Julie's birthday." "Hmm. And sending James ova is outta the question?" "'Fraid so. Rob can be a scarey muthafucker when he's interrupted...." "Ah have an idea. Can ya reach your cell phone?" "Sure." Beep-beep-boop-boo-boo-beep-bloooop. "'Lo?" "Hey, man! It's Earnhardt Junior. Got a big favor to ask." "What's that, son?" "Ya know Julie?" "Doc?" "That's the one. It's her birthday." "Say no more. I'm on my way." "Ya're the man. Drive safely." *laughs* *click* *click* *Bret Hart starts up his truck... and guns it* *~*~* the end *~*~* |
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