Basilisk Campfire; Very Late Tuesday Night.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

...It was bound to happen again.

After all, who was Chad to deprive others of the beauty that was him? He'd upped the ante since his last excursion like this on the rooftops, even, by adding the sheer pleasure that was his soulful music.

Returning from work, Chad found himself sitting in front of the Basilisk campfire, wearing nothing more than his guitar and tattoos, strumming idly and singing in Spanish.

He wasn't even wearing his bandage. Every part of him was glorious, even his scars.

Come. Bask in the greatness of teh Chad.


[[ yes, chad is snowflaked. yes, chad is naked. yes, admin types are free to slap him with a detention for his public nudity. ]]

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[[ and now it's even labeled correctly, yay ]]

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[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Teddy blushed. This was for non-narcissist Chad, he could do this.

He leaned in to whisper in Chad's ear. "You know what I want. I want it hard and fast."

Wow. Now he was just a few minutes from being the first alien emperor slash porn star. Joy.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Teh Chad had that effect on people. But now Teddy was really talking his language and, of course, Chad realized that he was the only one who could give it to Teddy like he wanted. He reached up, his hands lightly slipping around the back of Teddy's neck and gently tried to pull the other boy down to kiss him. A kiss to reflect what Teddy had said.

"Think we'd get in trouble for doing it here?" he asked. He was already naked, after all. Not like exhibitionary sex was really something he was squeamish about.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

It would be a lie to say Teddy wasn't affected by that kiss. It had been a while since they had any time alone together after all.

He licked his lips and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, trying to catch up with what Chad said.

"What?! No! Cabins!" He winced at the harshness of his tone and quieted down a bit. "I mean, we have supplies in the cabin, not out here."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

See, that's what he liked about Teddy. So smart. He definitely couldn't argue with that logic. "What the hell are we still doing here, then?" Chad asked, standing and meeting Teddy's lips with his in another firm, hard, hungry kiss before pulling his guitar over his head and cocking his head toward the cabin to get Teddy moving. The slap on his ass would help to that effect, too.

[notthehulk.livejournal.com]

Did he just get slapped on the ass?!

Teddy grabbed his hand and tried to stick close enough to keep Chad from flashing anyone nearby.