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Riley Patrick Campbell ([personal profile] mostlyscottish) wrote2009-03-14 01:28 pm

[ profile] justprompts | Nickelback lyrics

S is for the simple need.
E is for the ecstasy.
X is just to mark the spot

- S.E.X. by Nickelback

Co-written with [ profile] drcampbell

Riley couldn’t help it. All this talk of sex, not sex, maybe sex, probably sex, almost sex… it was making him horny. He had a free period at the end of the school day, so he came home early rather than hanging around to wait for Mia like he normally would. Chances were, she would stick around in the library after school anyway. That was her choice of late and Riley couldn’t blame her. She had a lot of work to do to get into pre med and he was tied up trying to lock in material for his first album which was due to start recording in about six months time. And today, he just really needed to get home.

He wasn’t even sure if his Mum and Dad were home. He was so distracted, he forgot to even call out a hello to them, instead just dumping his bag under the stairs and bounding up them, taking two at a time. He closed himself in his room and quickly pulled out of his leather jacket and jersey, tossing them messily on the floor beside his bed. He wasn’t a messy person, generally, but he was a teenage boy and his room was never what one would consider ‘tidy’. He had song notes ever strewn around the place, with random instruments left in easy reach. Clean clothes were left on his bed by his Mum to put away (or not) as he pleased, and she did no more than take his dirty ones away to wash or make his bed if he didn’t manage it himself before school. His room probably did need a bit of a clean up and he would do it at some point, just not now.

Shoes were the next to be discarded, followed by his socks. He flopped down onto his double bed and scooted back against his many pillows. He never slept with any less than six, for some reason. It wasn’t something anyone ever questioned and he had done it ever since he was old enough to have a big boy bed. It was just a Riley quirk… one of many he had picked up along the way. He bit his lip and glanced at the door, listening to make sure no one was around, and then his jeans were succinctly unzipped and pushed down around his hips. Next, his box of Kleenex was snapped up and shoved near his hip within easy reach. There was no further time wasted as he shoved his hand down into his boxer-briefs and squeezed it firmly around his already more than at-the-ready dick. He put his fist up to his mouth to stifle a moan and because he never intended anything to be sweet and slow about this, started jerking off furiously. All he wanted was some sort of relief.

Flashes of images of Mia swept through his brain, as well as random images of boobs and naked bums. It never did take much. He was a horny teenage virgin with a wild imagination. Plus, he had also been doing this to himself for a few years now, so as far as he was concerned, he was an expert. Just, of late, it had become a more and more frequent occurrence and he was starting to wonder if he had a problem. Two or three times a day, at least. But he wasn’t thinking about that now. He just needed to get off so he could relax or he would end up with a constant boner every time he was in Mia’s presence and frankly, that was downright embarrassing, not matter how hot she thought he was.

Downstairs, Lachlan soon found himself going from being groped in the laundry by his wife who always looked fucking gorgeous on washing day with her hair all piled on top of her head and that tight little tank top, to having a pile of his son’s clean clothes unceremoniously shoved into his arms. “Just leave them on his bed, gorgeous,” Tara told him with a sweet smile. “He’ll be home soon. I’ll make it up to you later.” Then just for more added teasing, put her fingers into her mouth and licked them slowly. It just had to be the hand she had just had down his pants, didn’t it?

Lachlan just whimpered in protest, trying to catch sight of her lips and chest over the top of the pile of clothes in his arms and then sighed in frustration. He made his way through the house and up the stairs (not surprisingly, taking two at a time also). He was trying to be careful not so squish the ironed things and only managed not to drop the clothes and get to Riley’s bedroom door, pushing it open. The bed was the first thing you saw when you got in there, so Lachlan immediately copped an eyeful of what his son was doing. He shrieked in surprise, dropping all the clothes with the ironing forgotten in favour of the obvious and slapped his hands over his eyes.

“DAD!” Riley screeched in horror, his hand flying out of his pants and causing him to chafe his knuckles on the fly from the sheer force of it. It was a miracle he didn’t dislocate his shoulder. He sat up and leaned forward, eyes wide from shock and face bright red and sweaty from exertion. He couldn’t believe it. His Dad had just caught him waking!

“Fuck, shit, bollocks!” Lachlan cursed, his normal attempts to watch his language around his only son flying rapidly out the window. “I’m sorry, buddy! Shit, I’m going! You just… just… get back to it,” he added hastily, blushing himself. He didn’t bother picking up the clothes as he backed quickly out of the room. He missed his target and bumped into the wall with a loud thud, so he had to take a hand down to try and see his way, making sure he didn’t even remotely look in the direction of the bed. He got out and slammed the door behind him, standing in the hall with his hand over his mouth. It was only about thirty more seconds of shock before he regained his composure with a glance behind him at his son’s bedroom door. He smirked and then laughed, shaking his head fondly. He cleared his throat and leaned close to the door again. “Dinnae forget to change hands, son! You dinnae want to get repetitive strain there!” he teased and then stepped away to give his son privacy. As much as it awed him, Riley really was growing up into a man.

Written only for the [ profile] p2nyc_nextgen future universe. Not binding on anything in the present day [ profile] princeton2nyc universe.

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