awww yis. i wrote this in half an hour.
I KIND OF LIKE IT EVEN THOUGH IT’S PROBABLY FULL OF TYPOS.
I WROTE ABOUT GUY’S CORNDOG.
everything i write is so short fucking hell. i will fix this.
I FUCKING SUCK AT THIS PAIRING IM SO SORRY
I’M TRYING TO GET MY WRITING GROOVE BACK AND THEN
THIS MESS
FUCK. SORRY.
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR
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“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had,” Sebastian drawls from the back of the Kombi. Vinco snarls at him but doesn’t take his eyes off of the dirt road - which is less of a road and more a treacherous, sandy river bed. The Kombi groans and whines and shudders and he hears the, “Ooohm,” sound Sebastian makes whenever he exhales smoke from his pipe. He rolls his eyes and then, pumping at the clutch to change gear, the Kombi dies. She lurches a few feet forward and then the engine cuts, the vibrations of the rusty old van stop and Sebastian starts to laugh.
“Shut up,” Vinco grunts, sliding from the front seat. He walks around to the front of the car, kicks the VW logo glinting on the front and something in the car’s engine falls into the sand with a dull noise. Sebastian’s still laughing from the back cabin, until Vinco stomps around the side, his boots filling with sand, and wrenches open the door. Sebastian tumbles out with a shriek, glares up at Vinco from the sand.
“You knocked the fucking weed over,” he accuses, clutching the side of the van to heave himself up on shaky legs. He laughs, rubs at watery, red eyes and reaches out to clutch Vinco’s vest, pull him back into the van because he’s horny but Vinco’s not there. Sebastian falls into the sand again.
Vinco’s with a woman, at a table, underneath a stupidly large umbrella and Sebastian watches with a curled upper lip, his eyes hard, brows knitting together. He gets up, saunters over as the woman begins to touch Vinco’s hand. He rests his forearm lazily on Vinco’s elbow, leans down and rests his cheek atop his head. The woman looks at the both of them and Vinco swallows slowly. She’s peculiar, with a gaze that feels like it’s punching holes in his soul - much like Sebastian’s own blue eyes, really.
“Do you come from a land down under?” she asks, as Sebastian lights a cigarette. Vinco opens his mouth to answer but Sebastian beats him to it, speaking on a thin trail of smoke.
“Non, we are from France.”
this is shitty but i hope at least a few of you will be all
AND I SAY HEY, WHAT A WONDERFUL KIND OF GAY.
idk. badly written hatesex and no lube so if you’re a lube purist get OUT
teaser.
again, to prove that i’ve been writing.
teaser of a justice prompt asking for hatesex
will have cheesy ending
