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ds_flashfiction'Tis BrooklineGirl again, and can you tell I didn't get much done at work today? At least, not much that they pay me to do. But from the moment I finished the sad RayK/Stella tale, I was just inundated with images of 17-year-old, trying-to-be-a-bad-boy RayK. I'm cheating madly here, because I went way, way over the word limit. Here's part 1, 1108 words. There's part 2 waiting in the wings, just needs a little bit more work. Don't hate me when you get to the end of this part, there is more to come.
Driven
by witchbaby
*~*~*~*~*
The street is dark this late at night and the neighborhood is quiet. It feels good, it feels relaxed, just walking and smoking after we’ve taken the girls home. They have early curfews, mostly because they’re with us. Have to be home by 11, even on weekends, I think because their parents think we’re bad influences, Tony and I. That if we keep them out later than that, something bad will happen. Stella’s parents can’t stand seeing me out with their lovely, perfect daughter, the one who will do nothing wrong. That’s what they think, at least. They’re not far from wrong, actually, but that doesn’t mean they know her. She is a good girl, and she likes me because she thinks I’m a bad boy. But that doesn’t mean she knows me.
I take another drag of my cigarette and look sideways at Tony. “You and Rachel have a good time at the movie tonight?”
He grins a little, and pushes his hair back with one hand as he looks at me. “Pretty good.”
They always sit behind us, when the four of us go to the movies together. Tony doesn’t have a car, and mine is busted again, waiting for me to get the money together to get it fixed. So the movies is a pretty good, dark place where we can get some time with our girls. The back seat of a car is better. Stella’s been in the back seat of my car with me before. But she’s a good girl, and I’m not as bad a boy as her parents think. What we do back there is kiss, and kiss, and kiss, and her body is under mine, soft, and she smells really good, and her hair is spread out everywhere. She runs her hands over my back but nowhere else. She’s a good girl. And I hold her in my arms, and she presses up hard against me, but we don’t go further than that, not even in the back seat.
Tony and Rachel, though... I look at him again. I think about them there behind us in the dark theater. I think about me kissing Stella in front of them and I wonder how far Rachel lets him go. I think about her letting him touch her, touch her breasts, and maybe even letting him reach up under her skirt. I think about how warm Stella is down there, when we’re in the back seat together and my leg slides between hers. How she arches up against me and I can tell she wants to go further, wants to but won’t.
I’m getting hard, just from thinking about it, gotta slow my stride. She does this to me, gets me worked up all the fucking time and then we stop. It’s okay. I’m okay with waiting. I think we should wait. I think I’m lucky to be with her at all. But still...it gets real frustrating.
Tony watches me out of the corner of his eye as he smokes, and I think he knows what I’m thinking, about him and Rachel, me and Stella. Tony and I don’t have to say much, when we’re together. He knows me real well, and I don’t really have to figure out the words to say.
“Movie theaters...not the best place for a real good time, though.” He takes a drag off his cigarette and looks at me. “Only so far you can go.”
He knows that Stella is a good girl, and he knows that I won’t push her on it. Tony thinks it’s funny that Stella is with me. Says I don’t look like her type. Or that maybe she doesn’t look like my type. He said that once, running his hand over my spiked-up hair. Tony’s taller than me, a real good-looking guy. It’s no surprise that Rachel’s with him, even though she’s from a real nice family like Stella’s and his family is...not so nice. Tony’s got this dark hair, dark eyes deal that girls really fall for. All he’s gotta do is look at them with those eyes. He doesn’t even have to say nothing, mostly. Just looks at them, real dark and deep, and they are gone, baby, gone.
We get to my house and circle around to the back. My curfew’s not for another hour and Tony doesn’t have any curfew at all. I don’t want to go in yet, though, and the house is dark and quiet. Tony and I, we sit down on the back steps. I light another cigarette and lean back, blowing the smoke up to the sky, watch it floating away in the darkness. I think about tonight, about Stella, about Tony watching me kiss her while he kisses Rachel. I’m still hard, and I know I will be till I take care of it after I head up to bed.
Tony watches me, smiles. “She really gets you all hot ‘n bothered, huh?” he asks.
“Oh, yeah,” I sigh, looking over at him. “Every time.”
He nods, still smiling. Gets up and leans against the railing of the porch. Lights a cigarette. “Yeah, Rachel won’t put out, either.”
“Chicks, huh?” I say, trying to be cool. This is what we do, this is what we talk about. I like that we’re going through this the same way, getting the same runaround. I can’t help but think, though, that he could have anyone he wanted, if he tried. Maybe he’s not such a bad boy either.
“Yeah,” he says softly, looking down at me in the dark. “Chicks.” He takes another drag and blows the smoke out slow. Even in the dark, I can see those eyes, that he pulls girls in with. Real dark, just like the night, and he’s looking at me as he leans there. It's real quiet and I’m still hard and I can feel my heart beating the way it does when it’s me and Stella in the back seat.
I swallow and run a hand through my hair. Pull my eyes away from his. Take a quick drag and crush my cigarette out under my shoe. I get up and stand there awkwardly. Still hard, so hard it hurts, and I just want to get upstairs, so I can take care of it. A few quick strokes is all it’s going to take tonight, I can tell.
“I should go in,” I say, gesturing lamely towards the back door, where the kitchen lies dark and quiet beyond.
“Yeah,” he says, still looking at me so intently. “You should.”
TBC
by witchbaby
The street is dark this late at night and the neighborhood is quiet. It feels good, it feels relaxed, just walking and smoking after we’ve taken the girls home. They have early curfews, mostly because they’re with us. Have to be home by 11, even on weekends, I think because their parents think we’re bad influences, Tony and I. That if we keep them out later than that, something bad will happen. Stella’s parents can’t stand seeing me out with their lovely, perfect daughter, the one who will do nothing wrong. That’s what they think, at least. They’re not far from wrong, actually, but that doesn’t mean they know her. She is a good girl, and she likes me because she thinks I’m a bad boy. But that doesn’t mean she knows me.
I take another drag of my cigarette and look sideways at Tony. “You and Rachel have a good time at the movie tonight?”
He grins a little, and pushes his hair back with one hand as he looks at me. “Pretty good.”
They always sit behind us, when the four of us go to the movies together. Tony doesn’t have a car, and mine is busted again, waiting for me to get the money together to get it fixed. So the movies is a pretty good, dark place where we can get some time with our girls. The back seat of a car is better. Stella’s been in the back seat of my car with me before. But she’s a good girl, and I’m not as bad a boy as her parents think. What we do back there is kiss, and kiss, and kiss, and her body is under mine, soft, and she smells really good, and her hair is spread out everywhere. She runs her hands over my back but nowhere else. She’s a good girl. And I hold her in my arms, and she presses up hard against me, but we don’t go further than that, not even in the back seat.
Tony and Rachel, though... I look at him again. I think about them there behind us in the dark theater. I think about me kissing Stella in front of them and I wonder how far Rachel lets him go. I think about her letting him touch her, touch her breasts, and maybe even letting him reach up under her skirt. I think about how warm Stella is down there, when we’re in the back seat together and my leg slides between hers. How she arches up against me and I can tell she wants to go further, wants to but won’t.
I’m getting hard, just from thinking about it, gotta slow my stride. She does this to me, gets me worked up all the fucking time and then we stop. It’s okay. I’m okay with waiting. I think we should wait. I think I’m lucky to be with her at all. But still...it gets real frustrating.
Tony watches me out of the corner of his eye as he smokes, and I think he knows what I’m thinking, about him and Rachel, me and Stella. Tony and I don’t have to say much, when we’re together. He knows me real well, and I don’t really have to figure out the words to say.
“Movie theaters...not the best place for a real good time, though.” He takes a drag off his cigarette and looks at me. “Only so far you can go.”
He knows that Stella is a good girl, and he knows that I won’t push her on it. Tony thinks it’s funny that Stella is with me. Says I don’t look like her type. Or that maybe she doesn’t look like my type. He said that once, running his hand over my spiked-up hair. Tony’s taller than me, a real good-looking guy. It’s no surprise that Rachel’s with him, even though she’s from a real nice family like Stella’s and his family is...not so nice. Tony’s got this dark hair, dark eyes deal that girls really fall for. All he’s gotta do is look at them with those eyes. He doesn’t even have to say nothing, mostly. Just looks at them, real dark and deep, and they are gone, baby, gone.
We get to my house and circle around to the back. My curfew’s not for another hour and Tony doesn’t have any curfew at all. I don’t want to go in yet, though, and the house is dark and quiet. Tony and I, we sit down on the back steps. I light another cigarette and lean back, blowing the smoke up to the sky, watch it floating away in the darkness. I think about tonight, about Stella, about Tony watching me kiss her while he kisses Rachel. I’m still hard, and I know I will be till I take care of it after I head up to bed.
Tony watches me, smiles. “She really gets you all hot ‘n bothered, huh?” he asks.
“Oh, yeah,” I sigh, looking over at him. “Every time.”
He nods, still smiling. Gets up and leans against the railing of the porch. Lights a cigarette. “Yeah, Rachel won’t put out, either.”
“Chicks, huh?” I say, trying to be cool. This is what we do, this is what we talk about. I like that we’re going through this the same way, getting the same runaround. I can’t help but think, though, that he could have anyone he wanted, if he tried. Maybe he’s not such a bad boy either.
“Yeah,” he says softly, looking down at me in the dark. “Chicks.” He takes another drag and blows the smoke out slow. Even in the dark, I can see those eyes, that he pulls girls in with. Real dark, just like the night, and he’s looking at me as he leans there. It's real quiet and I’m still hard and I can feel my heart beating the way it does when it’s me and Stella in the back seat.
I swallow and run a hand through my hair. Pull my eyes away from his. Take a quick drag and crush my cigarette out under my shoe. I get up and stand there awkwardly. Still hard, so hard it hurts, and I just want to get upstairs, so I can take care of it. A few quick strokes is all it’s going to take tonight, I can tell.
“I should go in,” I say, gesturing lamely towards the back door, where the kitchen lies dark and quiet beyond.
“Yeah,” he says, still looking at me so intently. “You should.”
TBC
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Date: 2003-06-27 02:51 pm (UTC)Oh, yes, I do want to know what comes next! Very nicely done.
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Date: 2003-06-27 04:47 pm (UTC)I'm fanning myself here just a-dyin' for the next part.
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Date: 2003-06-27 06:23 pm (UTC)Oh, this is *so* Ray. Perfect.
The buildup with Tony is fabulous. I'm hanging by my fingernails here, woman! *g*
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Date: 2003-06-27 08:06 pm (UTC)That's not to say a continuation would be taken amiss. By all means, continue!