misterpartridge | What do we have here?

“Isn’t this low, even for your standards?” Partridge asked, picking at the rope with his fingernails. 72 grunted in reply, muttering something or other about Apprentice, something Partridge couldn’t quite hear. “What’s that? Did you say your friend-with-benefits put you up to this? Ha!”
“Shut your flap,” 72 barked, dropping his pants. “Just lie back and think of England.”
“England?” Partridge repeated, swallowing as 72 maneuvered onto the bed. “Why would I want to think of him at this sort of – “
“Figure of fuckin’ speech! Jesus.” He picked up the label-less bottle and squeezed some of its contents into his hands.
“What is that? What do you have? Whatever it is, I – “
“It’s Carnation Instant Bitch,” 72 snapped. “Shut your fucking mouth, I don’t care if you’re only into trees, let’s just get this over with.”
“Jack, think about this,” Partridge said quickly as he began to move over him. “Apprentice can’t – What did she do, exactly? Would you care to talk about it?”
“Move your legs apart, dammit.” When he didn’t comply, 72 yanked the two apart himself, grabbing at the buckle on his pants. Partridge began to kick at him, but 72 quickly grabbed him by the ankles. “I said, move your legs apart.” He positioned himself between his legs, deftly sliding two fingers up. Partridge jerked, trying again to kick at him. I’ll just dissolve, he thought to himself. Come on, now, dissolve.
“Stop tensing,” 72 ordered, working the hole.
“Then stop doing that!”
“I don’t want to rupture something!”
“How thoughtful!” He attempted a third kick. 72 grabbed his ankle again, pulling his fingers out and reaching down to the floor. Partridge let out a small sigh of relief, then quickly swallowed it back up as 72 rose a gun from the floor.
“You’re gonna lay back,” he said flatly, “and you’re gonna keep quiet. I don’t wanna do this. You don’t want to fucking do this. Let’s get it over with.” He heard the gun click next to his ear. “Got it?”
“I hate you,” Partridge stated.
“Big fucking deal.” He squirted more “Carnation Instant Breakfast” (was that a brand? he would need to google this later) and continued the process, Partridge grinding his teeth all the while. At last he pulled out, and Partridge laid back, letting out a brief sigh.
“Is that all, then?” He glanced down, then tensed again as 72 began to position himself. “Wait a minute, Seventytwo - !”
“Pansy,” he said shortly, sliding a condom over his dick. “Like I said, lay back, England, you know the drill.”
“Jack, think about – Do you really want to go through with this? What if the meme – “
“I don’t give a fuck!” he barked. “Now shut the fuck up!” He slowly maneuvered in. Partridge gripped at the rope, tearing at it. Dissolve, he thought to himself, 72 beginning to move. Dissolve, dammit!
“If you’re wondering,” 72 grunted, “you can’t turn into a fuckin’ flower.”
“What?” Partridge looked up, catching a gasp in his throat.
“Violet took care’a that.” He silently cursed her.

I... I...

You know what, this is as good a moment as any other to tell you that the actual reason I made Partridge was because Bri laughed at me when I +1'd a seme headcount on the meme. I had to prove her wrong (this is serious business, you see)!

W-well. So much for that, I guess. ~~/sob~~

But still, this is a masterpiece! You got their charming personalities down perfectly!

I can't handre it.

you make me want to know your true identity

Haha, I'm actually painfully obvious to anyone who's known me for a while and terrible at anoning! So maybe you'll find out, maybe... you won't.

/mysterious single wind chime sound

i - i don't know anyone from the czech republic....

I never said I was from there. Only he is!

but you are from the same time zone

i'm gettin close

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you're so cuuuuuuuuute /hug

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http://www.timeanddate.com/library/abbreviations/timezones/eu/cet.html

.........thats

a lot of countries

can i have a hint

/looking up

Oh wow, so I have two master detectives on my heels? This probably won't take you long now that you've teamed up.

And no, you won't need any hints! Also take it elsewhere at least! ~~/s-sob~~

"master".... i can't find my own comb in my dorm room, and you expect me to find out what country you're from out of the ones in cet

/watches

I know your and Apprentice(-mun)'s dedication!

Give me a break, having one's first comment be porn AND being e-stalked by ~~friends~~ ~~acquaintances~~ ~~friends~~ people one has gotten to know is a bit much for one night/morning, haha!

...................WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN

PARTRIDGE-MUN ARE WE NOT FRIENDS

certainly partridge hates my guts

BUT I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT

I-- I HAVE DIFFICULTIES DETERMINING THE STATUS OF RELATIONSHIPS

I'M SORRY

I LIKE YOU BOTH a lot!

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“Listen, I can’t do this on my own.” 72 sucked in a breath, nodding. “You gotta help me with this.”
“What?” Partridge was baffled.
“Move a little!”
“Hell no! What do you think I am, a – “
“Pretend I’m a tree or some shit.”
“Is this a dare?!” 72 didn’t say anything. “This is a dare, isn’t it? And you can’t tell me it is!”
“It’s not a dare!” Partridge could tell he was lying. “Just shut the fuck up!” He gripped his legs tighter and thrusted harder. Partridge winced, letting out a breath. “C’mon, pansy.”
“Quit calling me that! I don’t even want to be doing this, you’re basically – “ The gun reappeared against his neck, 72 looming over his body as his hips continued to thrust. “Jack,” Partridge tried to start.
“Don’t ‘Jack’ me, you can say that when you’re comin’.” He let out a shallow breath, using a free hand to grip his hair. “Come on, now. Move your ass or something.” Partridge swallowed, Adam’s apple vibrating against the shaft of the gun, then carefully moved his thighs upwards. 72 lowered his head, sucking his breath in as he continued. This isn’t so hard, Partridge thought to himself. His head was clearing, and a warm feeling was filling inside him. This is quite nice, he concluded, listening to 72’s grunts and cursing. “Jack,” he tried to say, then suddenly stopped, sensing a feeling. He tightened up, biting his lip, then let out a quick breath, gasping. “Jack,” he repeated. 72 looked up, sweat dropping from his forehead.
“What?” he demanded. Partridge let out another breath, then felt himself finish, loosening as he did, then let his joints fall limp on the bed. 72 let out a shaky sigh and pulled out slowly, then stood to his knees and finished himself off, releasing onto the sheets before falling back on his ankles. After some silence, both men relishing in the post-coital bliss, 72 leaned down and pulled a knife from his pants, sawing the rope in half and freeing Partridge’s arms. Partridge rubbed his wrists, slowly sitting up. “Now get out,” 72 demanded, shoving him off the bed. He tripped to his feet and winced, grabbing his ass.
“Hold on just a moment,” he demanded. “You just fucked me up the ass and now you just tell me to – “
“I finished the dare,” 72 said shortly, “I made you come without using a tree in any way.”
“A – That was the dare?!” Partridge felt his cheeks flush. “To – That sort of – Who in the…!”
“It was just an anon. Dunno who she was.”
“So it was Apprentice!”
“You think I wouldn’t recognize her?!” Partridge sighed, shrugging. “Jesus. Get the fuck out. God, I need a smoke.” Partridge picked his coat off the floor and pulled his tobacco from it, offering it to him. “Not from you!”
“It was just a polite offer,” he snapped, taking the bag back and carefully putting on the coat and his pants. “Let’s avoid each other from now on,” he stated simply, buttoning the pants. “Deal?”
“Deal. Get the fuck out.”

Wh

Why do you do this to me

JAY DOESN'T EVEN GO HERE

i linked them!

Oh.

Well done, Maddy. Well done.

eeeee /praised

can i post this here

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apprentice!anon ooc?

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for jay the second half! now it is neat and orderly and together

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Don't get me wrong, you're a great writer, but AAAAAH

/hugs you