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muserevival2016-01-11 03:09 pm
multiplelove) wrote in muserevival2016-01-11 03:09 pm
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113.4. Drabble
Attraction
When Brett woke up with a hangover, he was pretty sure it was a miracle he didn't have a wet dream. There had been one hell of a sex dream, and as rotten as he was feeling waking up with a hangover from hell, he had to give kudos to the vodka and Red Bull for plying his brain with the makings of a really hot dream.
Of course, it probably would have been a lot safer if the person in the fantasy was just a faceless person with exceptional skills and not his brother's best friend. He was pretty sure if Zoran knew he was having a hot an heavy sex dream about Melody, he would be dead, buried, resurrected, and burned at the stake. Zoran wasn't generally a scary guy, but if there was one person in this world he was unconditionally protective of, it was Melody. Brett still remembered the time a guy tried to feel Melody up at a bar and he ended up face down and unconscious on the floor of the bathroom. Zoran never denied doing it.
Melody was a great girl. She was hot, smart, talented, funny. She could bitch you out so quick you would get whiplash, and she would kill anyone who hurt Zoran. That protectiveness went both ways. But beyond Zoran's BFF and like a sister in every way but blood, she had always been 100% off-limits and seemed to prefer hooking up with chicks anyway. Though that could make an epic threesome scenario...
Shit, he had to try to get up before he had to jerk off thinking about the dream. Jerking off when hungover was always destined for failure.
He pushed the covers down with a groan and made a messy attempt to try to sit up in bed. If he could manage that without puking, it would be a success. As soon as the covers were pushed away, though, he found himself on the rude end of a smack in the head and a knee in his side. "Stop fucking stealing the covers, for fuck's sake!" was the growl that accompanied the smack. Brett's stomach dropped somewhere down near his toes and he made a small squeak sound when he looked at who the offender was.
Gorgeous, naked, looking like she was about to murder him if he didn't relinquish the covers to him ASAP.
Well, fuck. It wasn't a sex dream at all.
brett jennings
original character
When Brett woke up with a hangover, he was pretty sure it was a miracle he didn't have a wet dream. There had been one hell of a sex dream, and as rotten as he was feeling waking up with a hangover from hell, he had to give kudos to the vodka and Red Bull for plying his brain with the makings of a really hot dream.
Of course, it probably would have been a lot safer if the person in the fantasy was just a faceless person with exceptional skills and not his brother's best friend. He was pretty sure if Zoran knew he was having a hot an heavy sex dream about Melody, he would be dead, buried, resurrected, and burned at the stake. Zoran wasn't generally a scary guy, but if there was one person in this world he was unconditionally protective of, it was Melody. Brett still remembered the time a guy tried to feel Melody up at a bar and he ended up face down and unconscious on the floor of the bathroom. Zoran never denied doing it.
Melody was a great girl. She was hot, smart, talented, funny. She could bitch you out so quick you would get whiplash, and she would kill anyone who hurt Zoran. That protectiveness went both ways. But beyond Zoran's BFF and like a sister in every way but blood, she had always been 100% off-limits and seemed to prefer hooking up with chicks anyway. Though that could make an epic threesome scenario...
Shit, he had to try to get up before he had to jerk off thinking about the dream. Jerking off when hungover was always destined for failure.
He pushed the covers down with a groan and made a messy attempt to try to sit up in bed. If he could manage that without puking, it would be a success. As soon as the covers were pushed away, though, he found himself on the rude end of a smack in the head and a knee in his side. "Stop fucking stealing the covers, for fuck's sake!" was the growl that accompanied the smack. Brett's stomach dropped somewhere down near his toes and he made a small squeak sound when he looked at who the offender was.
Gorgeous, naked, looking like she was about to murder him if he didn't relinquish the covers to him ASAP.
Well, fuck. It wasn't a sex dream at all.
original character