WDC - HAA HOO
May. 11th, 2012 09:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
0dalesqueWord Count: 1672
Pairing: Bro & Dave(Dove) – Bro/OC's Butt
Summary: Bro works all day and get's some booty viewin' as an extra tip.
It was a long morning that segued into a lengthy afternoon that ended with a shitty tip that just didn't sit right in the depth of your gut. Your stomach didn't feel any better when you got home, Cal slipping around your shoulder's in a comforting embrace of fluff and swagger. Your fist raised up to meet the inevitable bunp.
HAA HAA HEE HEE.
Did you check your messages yet?
You rolled your shoulders back, reaching to massage the knot that had worked it's way into your neck. "Nah I haven't yet" you reply surly, plopping onto the futon. Your shoes are kicked off unceremoniously, grunting when you feel the remote to the tv lodged between your left ass check and the cushion. You dig it out, pointing it at the tv.
Cal's flimsy arm smacks into your hand, sending the remote clattering to the floor. You arch a single brow, lips tightening.
"I guess a little R and R is out of the question."
Cal is sitting next to you, frowning unhappily, arms crossed. His legs are folded in a rather cute manner, the stockings stretching thin over his knees. You're sighing audibly, digging into your pants pocket and flipping the phone open. It comes on after a few minutes, the welcoming screen singing as it transitions into the opening menu. You wait a couple minutes, feeling cal move over your shoulder watching as a single ping sounds in the room.
"See?" You put the phone up to Cal's face, obnoxiously showing how you haven't received any text's from your little sister, but then-
Ding
Ding
Ding
Ding
Ding
Ding
Ding
Ding
HOO HEE HEE.
Told you so.
The Text's looked something like this.
You're scowling low under your breath reading the texts as Cal reads over your shoulder. They're erratic and sad and it makes your heart clench in sudden strider protectiveness. You're sure Mama Strider would tear into your hide if she saw you not answering Dove in her time of over-dramatized sickness.
Your hands flip the keyboard up, quickly typing in a reply.
To: Dove
Shit baby Dove, what's going on. Who do I have to kill?
To: Dove
Cal hid my phone it's not my fault. Take it up with him.
Cal lets out an audible gasp at your treason, flash stepping a reply into the keyboard before you can hide it.
To: Dove
HAA HAA HOO HEE HEE
Bullshit he wasn't even going to turn on his phone till I made him!
To: Dove
Fucker went and threw me under the bus didn't he. Cal I thought we were cool.
To: Dove
HEE HOO HOO HOO HAA HEE
You deserved every bit of it. You sneak pC pm's to me when you're at work.
To: Dove
HEE HEE HEE HAA HOO HAA
How come you didn't at least tell her about that hottie Mc.Hot person.
To: Dove
HAA HAA HOO HEE HEE HEE HOO HAA HAA HAA HOO HOO
I mean if you have the time of day to be scoping out some persons rump you can at least give the time of day to your adorable sick sis.
To: Dove
Yeah, okay, but still, that has no relation to the undisputed fact that I was on pizza delivery duty.
To: Dove
And so what if I was chatting up some hottie. Her rump man. Her rump.
To: Dove
HOO HOO
It was a guy, if I recall correctly.
To: Dove
It was not a guy, fuck Cal, don't lie to her.
To: Dove
HAA HAA
You said it your self. It was a guy.
To: Dove
Was not.
To: Dove
HAA HOO
Was too
To: Dove
Was not.
To: Dove
HAA HOO
Was too
To: Dove
Dammit Cal.
To: Dove
HEE HOO
Dove, are you up yet?
To: Dove
Dove, lil' Sis, when you wake up text me okay.
To: Dove
I want to make sure you were the one that won against that malfunctioning microwave.
To: Dove
HAA HEE HEE HOO
I miss and love you Dove! Get well soon.
To: Dove
Yeah me too. Love ya and all that junk. Txt it gurl
You set the phone down, sighing exasperatedly as Cal giggles into your ear. You hug him with the back of your hand, letting a light smile crack upon your lips, waiting for a reply. You receive one not two minutes later. It's disgruntled and upset, but also a little relieved at your onslaught of texts.
From: Dove
you ass ive been trying to text you the
past five minutes also the microwave
won i went back to my room and passed out
Cal sighs in your ear, twisting around to slide down into your lap comfortably, peeking over your fingers to watch. He's warm and you prop your chin upon his head, huffing. You remember that Dove is still getting used to this whole 'leaving the nest' biz, and it's not like you can let Cal go cuddle the shit out of her.
She doesn't have a Cal.
You don't like the way that feeling sits in your chest. Striders all had some kind of security blanket- Cal, a blanket (Dj had one), a pair of shades, kids...
To: Dove
Wow tough break. What did you catch because I think
Cal and I somehow contracted the same disease through
weird sibling connections.
To: Dove
HAA HAA HOO HEE
He's being a baby, it's just a cough. We're fine, how bad is the cold? How'd you get it?
From: Dove
but anyways sorry for being such a bitch i
know you love me i just cant deal
also i dont care if you like guys bro
where were they on the strider scale of plush
From: Dove
it feels like the plague
From: Dove
yeah maybe its probably from this
cold dont come to virginia its ice hell
You ignore Cal's bright face as he elbows you in your stomach, giggling lightly. You had exhaled a breath you didn't know you were holding, happy that Dove wasn't too seriously under the weather.
To: Dove
Naw sis', you're okay. Text me whenever. You know
that I'm not a tight ass about shit like that.
HAA HAA HEEEEE
And a few other things tooooo!
Or anything really, thanks Cal.
This guys rump was a 9 on the Strider scale of Plush Derriere's.
You let your mind drift back to the second to last house you delivered to; 3 large pizzas, 2 liters of Pepsi, and a large box of breadsticks. You bet Cal that there was some serious Skyrimming going down at the joint you were dropping off at, and you weren't wrong when the door opened to a guy wearing some sort of loin cloth. It screamed “bear” loud and clear to you. Your face didn't show your humor at the situation as you crisply stated; "Hey, I'm the pizza guy."
The dude looked you up and down as if you were the swag fairy, here to christen this little hoard of nerds. He balked for a moment, backing up and inviting you in. You rose a brow, not ready to step over the threshold without seeing some cash first. "Andy has the money dude, uh one moment. Come in if you want, we wont stand you up." He supplied breathily, looking antsy as a chorus of "AAAAHHHH NOOOOO!!!" sounded form the living room.
You nodded, sighing under your breath. You would chalk it to your tab at the time they were keeping you here for sure. The guy shut the door behind you, pointing to the kitchen before sprinting to the living room. You peeked a glance before shuffling off to the room he had directed you, telling a mental Cal he owed you 10 bucks.
There were two guys seated in front of a large plasma, spewing Doritos (your heart went out to those lost snacks) everywhere. The one in the loin cloth curled up onto the couch, asking for a run down as the others (more normally clothed you saw) unintentionally ignored him as they tried to escape a Dragon.
You found yourself clicking your tongue lightly as you entered the kitchenette, almost missing the guy head first into a pantry cabinet. He was on all fours, back curved to get himself deeper into the space, ass perfectly jutting out and all sorts of crazy impudent. Your eyes widen a fraction at the beautiful display of perfectly curved ass stretching the fabric of hiked mountain dew boxers. There was a dip between his legs where you assumed his balls were pressing against the (safety pinned, bless him) slitted opening of his underwear.
If you tilted your head just right, you could see the gorgeous bits of his ass poking out, and maybe even a small glimpse of some freckles dipping into the inside of his thigh. You licked your lips as the ass shimmied back and forth, pulling the rest of the body out of the cabinet, your mind crowing at the beauty of such an opportune butt-viewing moment.
Gorgeous.
Amazing
Magnificent.
Perfect.
Spectac-
You managed to tear your eyes away just in time as (Andy, you think it was) straightened up from the floor, holding a bag of Cheetos and bread in one hand, peanut butter and Airheads clutched tightly in the other. He looked surprised as you set the pizza down, jerking your thumb at the stack of food.
"That'll be 29.25." you recited, perfectly composed despite your inappropriate urge to shove the guy against the wall and give yourself a more intimate inspection of the rump that was wiggling so perfectly in front of you before. Andy nodded, laughing and confessing how much you startled him as he forked over the cash.
From: Dove
oh wow a 9? lookit that
you shocked me into punctuation
take a pic next time i wanna see
a 9 from someone who rarely
goes higher than a 6
To: Dove
it wuz so plush gurl yew dun ewen noe.
Pairing: Bro & Dave(Dove) – Bro/OC's Butt
Summary: Bro works all day and get's some booty viewin' as an extra tip.
It was a long morning that segued into a lengthy afternoon that ended with a shitty tip that just didn't sit right in the depth of your gut. Your stomach didn't feel any better when you got home, Cal slipping around your shoulder's in a comforting embrace of fluff and swagger. Your fist raised up to meet the inevitable bunp.
HAA HAA HEE HEE.
Did you check your messages yet?
You rolled your shoulders back, reaching to massage the knot that had worked it's way into your neck. "Nah I haven't yet" you reply surly, plopping onto the futon. Your shoes are kicked off unceremoniously, grunting when you feel the remote to the tv lodged between your left ass check and the cushion. You dig it out, pointing it at the tv.
Cal's flimsy arm smacks into your hand, sending the remote clattering to the floor. You arch a single brow, lips tightening.
"I guess a little R and R is out of the question."
Cal is sitting next to you, frowning unhappily, arms crossed. His legs are folded in a rather cute manner, the stockings stretching thin over his knees. You're sighing audibly, digging into your pants pocket and flipping the phone open. It comes on after a few minutes, the welcoming screen singing as it transitions into the opening menu. You wait a couple minutes, feeling cal move over your shoulder watching as a single ping sounds in the room.
"See?" You put the phone up to Cal's face, obnoxiously showing how you haven't received any text's from your little sister, but then-
Ding
Ding
Ding
Ding
Ding
Ding
Ding
Ding
HOO HEE HEE.
Told you so.
The Text's looked something like this.
You're scowling low under your breath reading the texts as Cal reads over your shoulder. They're erratic and sad and it makes your heart clench in sudden strider protectiveness. You're sure Mama Strider would tear into your hide if she saw you not answering Dove in her time of over-dramatized sickness.
Your hands flip the keyboard up, quickly typing in a reply.
To: Dove
Shit baby Dove, what's going on. Who do I have to kill?
To: Dove
Cal hid my phone it's not my fault. Take it up with him.
Cal lets out an audible gasp at your treason, flash stepping a reply into the keyboard before you can hide it.
To: Dove
HAA HAA HOO HEE HEE
Bullshit he wasn't even going to turn on his phone till I made him!
To: Dove
Fucker went and threw me under the bus didn't he. Cal I thought we were cool.
To: Dove
HEE HOO HOO HOO HAA HEE
You deserved every bit of it. You sneak pC pm's to me when you're at work.
To: Dove
HEE HEE HEE HAA HOO HAA
How come you didn't at least tell her about that hottie Mc.Hot person.
To: Dove
HAA HAA HOO HEE HEE HEE HOO HAA HAA HAA HOO HOO
I mean if you have the time of day to be scoping out some persons rump you can at least give the time of day to your adorable sick sis.
To: Dove
Yeah, okay, but still, that has no relation to the undisputed fact that I was on pizza delivery duty.
To: Dove
And so what if I was chatting up some hottie. Her rump man. Her rump.
To: Dove
HOO HOO
It was a guy, if I recall correctly.
To: Dove
It was not a guy, fuck Cal, don't lie to her.
To: Dove
HAA HAA
You said it your self. It was a guy.
To: Dove
Was not.
To: Dove
HAA HOO
Was too
To: Dove
Was not.
To: Dove
HAA HOO
Was too
To: Dove
Dammit Cal.
To: Dove
HEE HOO
Dove, are you up yet?
To: Dove
Dove, lil' Sis, when you wake up text me okay.
To: Dove
I want to make sure you were the one that won against that malfunctioning microwave.
To: Dove
HAA HEE HEE HOO
I miss and love you Dove! Get well soon.
To: Dove
Yeah me too. Love ya and all that junk. Txt it gurl
You set the phone down, sighing exasperatedly as Cal giggles into your ear. You hug him with the back of your hand, letting a light smile crack upon your lips, waiting for a reply. You receive one not two minutes later. It's disgruntled and upset, but also a little relieved at your onslaught of texts.
From: Dove
you ass ive been trying to text you the
past five minutes also the microwave
won i went back to my room and passed out
Cal sighs in your ear, twisting around to slide down into your lap comfortably, peeking over your fingers to watch. He's warm and you prop your chin upon his head, huffing. You remember that Dove is still getting used to this whole 'leaving the nest' biz, and it's not like you can let Cal go cuddle the shit out of her.
She doesn't have a Cal.
You don't like the way that feeling sits in your chest. Striders all had some kind of security blanket- Cal, a blanket (Dj had one), a pair of shades, kids...
To: Dove
Wow tough break. What did you catch because I think
Cal and I somehow contracted the same disease through
weird sibling connections.
To: Dove
HAA HAA HOO HEE
He's being a baby, it's just a cough. We're fine, how bad is the cold? How'd you get it?
From: Dove
but anyways sorry for being such a bitch i
know you love me i just cant deal
also i dont care if you like guys bro
where were they on the strider scale of plush
From: Dove
it feels like the plague
From: Dove
yeah maybe its probably from this
cold dont come to virginia its ice hell
You ignore Cal's bright face as he elbows you in your stomach, giggling lightly. You had exhaled a breath you didn't know you were holding, happy that Dove wasn't too seriously under the weather.
To: Dove
Naw sis', you're okay. Text me whenever. You know
that I'm not a tight ass about shit like that.
HAA HAA HEEEEE
And a few other things tooooo!
Or anything really, thanks Cal.
This guys rump was a 9 on the Strider scale of Plush Derriere's.
You let your mind drift back to the second to last house you delivered to; 3 large pizzas, 2 liters of Pepsi, and a large box of breadsticks. You bet Cal that there was some serious Skyrimming going down at the joint you were dropping off at, and you weren't wrong when the door opened to a guy wearing some sort of loin cloth. It screamed “bear” loud and clear to you. Your face didn't show your humor at the situation as you crisply stated; "Hey, I'm the pizza guy."
The dude looked you up and down as if you were the swag fairy, here to christen this little hoard of nerds. He balked for a moment, backing up and inviting you in. You rose a brow, not ready to step over the threshold without seeing some cash first. "Andy has the money dude, uh one moment. Come in if you want, we wont stand you up." He supplied breathily, looking antsy as a chorus of "AAAAHHHH NOOOOO!!!" sounded form the living room.
You nodded, sighing under your breath. You would chalk it to your tab at the time they were keeping you here for sure. The guy shut the door behind you, pointing to the kitchen before sprinting to the living room. You peeked a glance before shuffling off to the room he had directed you, telling a mental Cal he owed you 10 bucks.
There were two guys seated in front of a large plasma, spewing Doritos (your heart went out to those lost snacks) everywhere. The one in the loin cloth curled up onto the couch, asking for a run down as the others (more normally clothed you saw) unintentionally ignored him as they tried to escape a Dragon.
You found yourself clicking your tongue lightly as you entered the kitchenette, almost missing the guy head first into a pantry cabinet. He was on all fours, back curved to get himself deeper into the space, ass perfectly jutting out and all sorts of crazy impudent. Your eyes widen a fraction at the beautiful display of perfectly curved ass stretching the fabric of hiked mountain dew boxers. There was a dip between his legs where you assumed his balls were pressing against the (safety pinned, bless him) slitted opening of his underwear.
If you tilted your head just right, you could see the gorgeous bits of his ass poking out, and maybe even a small glimpse of some freckles dipping into the inside of his thigh. You licked your lips as the ass shimmied back and forth, pulling the rest of the body out of the cabinet, your mind crowing at the beauty of such an opportune butt-viewing moment.
Gorgeous.
Amazing
Magnificent.
Perfect.
Spectac-
You managed to tear your eyes away just in time as (Andy, you think it was) straightened up from the floor, holding a bag of Cheetos and bread in one hand, peanut butter and Airheads clutched tightly in the other. He looked surprised as you set the pizza down, jerking your thumb at the stack of food.
"That'll be 29.25." you recited, perfectly composed despite your inappropriate urge to shove the guy against the wall and give yourself a more intimate inspection of the rump that was wiggling so perfectly in front of you before. Andy nodded, laughing and confessing how much you startled him as he forked over the cash.
From: Dove
oh wow a 9? lookit that
you shocked me into punctuation
take a pic next time i wanna see
a 9 from someone who rarely
goes higher than a 6
To: Dove
it wuz so plush gurl yew dun ewen noe.
