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I am in a major-league writing slump that I am looking to break out of.

Consequently, people should comment to this post with a pairing, and a number between 1 and 30. And I will write a thing accordingly.

No, I will not tell you what the numbers mean, because I want this to be well and truly randomized. You'll find out later. :3

EDIT: WHYYYYY IS EVERYONE ASKING FOR 13. 13 IS PROBABLY THE WORST THING ON THE LIST.

EDIT THE SECOND: ...I maybe should have mentioned that all of these will be sexual in nature. Assuming my 'the internet is for porn' tag didn't give it away.

Crossposts: http://pockythoughts.livejournal.com/109226.html

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From:

tsukino_akume

WELL SINCE YOU ASKED.

Wes/Eric 25
Antonio/Jayden 13
Rocky/Adam/Aisha 5

-Beams- Let me know if you want more! ♥

From:

pockysquirrel

Wes stood back and surveyed his handiwork with a wicked grin. And although he knew it would only land him in hot water later on, he just couldn’t bring himself to keep his mouth shut.

“You know, that was a lot easier than I expected. Going soft on me, Eric?”

“I am going to kill you,” Eric ground out through gritted teeth.

Within the past ten minutes, Wes had managed to ambush him, kiss him into submission, strip him and tie him to the bed. He hadn’t even had time to realize that Wes had something more devious in mind than a run-of-the-mill roll in the hay until it was too late.

The definition of ‘too late’ being the point at which Wes applied and activated the vibrating cock ring.

He hadn’t even known that Wes owned a vibrating cock ring.

The threats only seemed to fuel Wes’s air self-satisfied smugness, and much to Eric’s chagrin he continued to stand at the end of the bed, fully clothed, and continued to do not a damned thing other than watch. Eric growled in frustration and pulled helplessly against the restraints, even though he knew it wouldn’t do him a bit of good. The cuffs were Silver Guardian issue. And how Wes had managed to lift two sets of them from the inventory without being noticed was as much a mystery as the cock ring.

Despite his circumstances, there was a part of Eric that couldn’t help but be grudgingly impressed by the clear amount of effort and planning Wes had put into this little surprise. Not that he’d ever actually give Wes the satisfaction of knowing that he was impressed.

“All right, you’ve had your fun,” Eric offered, half-successfully struggling to keep his voice from catching too obviously in his arousal. “Now untie me, you bastard!”

Wes scratched his head and made a show of thinking about it. “Hmm…no.”

“WES!”

“You didn’t say ‘please.’”

“Oh, you are going to pay for this…!”

“Am I?” Wes taunted. “Maybe I should just leave you here for awhile, if you aren’t going to play nicely.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Wes moved toward the door.

“Fine, fine,” Eric relented quickly, his bluff having been called.

Wes stopped in his tracks, smirking as he looked over his shoulder. “Are you ready to play nice, then?”

Eric took a shuddering breath and said in the sweetest tone he could manage, “Please untie me?”

Apparently satisfied – or at least tired of waiting – Wes took the keys out of his pocket and made his way back toward the bed.

Eric had already figured out exactly how to take his revenge by the time he got there.