Who's a huge giant perv?
Feb. 4th, 2007 05:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
essene_backupThat'd be ME.
I made![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dancetomato a new layout today, and the pictures ate my brain. And then concocted this:
Warning: RPF
Rating: PG-13? for sexual situations
Nude
He was pretty certain it was something he was not going to get used to. And he really didn’t think he’d want to get used to it. It still amazed him that people reacted that way. About him. About who or how or what he was or did.
Thea had said “Oh my God.” He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t heard reactions to his nudity before, he just wasn’t sure how to handle them. He did what he usually did: acted as if it were nothing. As if this were the body God handed him and he was perfectly fine, and above all proud of it.
But that wasn’t the whole truth.
Once after a quick game of footie between takes he, Rupert and Robbie had to dash to the loo for a quick pee and wash-up. Rupert’s “Blimey!” made him sound and look just like Ron Weasley for a moment while Robbie’s silent appraisal had made him slightly uncomfortable and tingly at the same time.
Emma and Shirley’s reactions had been vastly different. Emma had scooted away to the other side of the divan her eyes wide and her mouth in a silent moue of surprise. It was the first for both of them, and so while he’d heard stories and even seen it in movies or on the tele he wasn’t sure of all the steps and moves, but he was fairly sure that she wasn’t supposed to move away. He’d reached for her hand and she’d taken it and they’d finished what they’d started, but a tear and a grimace slipped out when he had pressed in.
Shirley had squealed. A high, girlish expression of glee followed by her trapping him beneath her and touching him everywhere all at once. That had definitely wound up as being a good thing.
Sometimes he would look at himself in the mirror and see Dan. Other times he would try to see what the others had seen, a leanly muscled form with sparse hair that led to a long, heavy cock pressed gently forward by full close gathered balls. It was that part of him that led to all those reactions. He knew he was different. He just couldn’t figure out if it was necessarily better or not.
I made
dancetomato a new layout today, and the pictures ate my brain. And then concocted this:Warning: RPF
Rating: PG-13? for sexual situations
Nude
He was pretty certain it was something he was not going to get used to. And he really didn’t think he’d want to get used to it. It still amazed him that people reacted that way. About him. About who or how or what he was or did.
Thea had said “Oh my God.” He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t heard reactions to his nudity before, he just wasn’t sure how to handle them. He did what he usually did: acted as if it were nothing. As if this were the body God handed him and he was perfectly fine, and above all proud of it.
But that wasn’t the whole truth.
Once after a quick game of footie between takes he, Rupert and Robbie had to dash to the loo for a quick pee and wash-up. Rupert’s “Blimey!” made him sound and look just like Ron Weasley for a moment while Robbie’s silent appraisal had made him slightly uncomfortable and tingly at the same time.
Emma and Shirley’s reactions had been vastly different. Emma had scooted away to the other side of the divan her eyes wide and her mouth in a silent moue of surprise. It was the first for both of them, and so while he’d heard stories and even seen it in movies or on the tele he wasn’t sure of all the steps and moves, but he was fairly sure that she wasn’t supposed to move away. He’d reached for her hand and she’d taken it and they’d finished what they’d started, but a tear and a grimace slipped out when he had pressed in.
Shirley had squealed. A high, girlish expression of glee followed by her trapping him beneath her and touching him everywhere all at once. That had definitely wound up as being a good thing.
Sometimes he would look at himself in the mirror and see Dan. Other times he would try to see what the others had seen, a leanly muscled form with sparse hair that led to a long, heavy cock pressed gently forward by full close gathered balls. It was that part of him that led to all those reactions. He knew he was different. He just couldn’t figure out if it was necessarily better or not.
