Jay looked at the old drain cover, it had probably always been here, he'd noticed the wording as a child caught up in tv-shows and imagining wonders. 'Teleport' it probably meant a company or tele - telephone point, but to a child it was a gateway to new worlds. As an adult he wished merely standing on the old metal lid had the power to transport him far away.
Somewhere his now ex boyfriend wasn't screwing his now ex boss. It had been satisfying wiping his computer clean of all current projects, throwing his resignation and drink in his managers face while clearly stating why. Jay hadn't known his wife was visiting, he made a tactful exit when the screaming started.
It wasn't like Jay ever wished for fancy things. Muscle bound hunks were damn fine to look at but he'd be happy with Mr.Average. A decent guy who wanted to spend time with him and who wasn't too busy eyeing up alternatives.
Ordinary dull Jay, even his imagined escapes were low-key. Gentle eyes and a wicked suggestive smile. No aliens, tentacles or triple moon skies. The tropical fruit bubble bath he had waiting at home was about as exotic as his life got.
Imagining himself slipping into the fragrant water, Jay pictured his perfect man, placed his feet neatly on the metal circle and turned in a deliberate spin. And that's where childhood games got real and life got strange.
There was click then a low hum, things got a little hazy then a lot wet. Jay falling into clear blue water that hadn't been there minutes before. Nor had the warm sun, the pink hued clouds, the soft music or the line-up of naked male pin-ups who were regarding him with curiosity.
'Another one' a frustrated voice called from behind Jay 'We're not scheduled any drop-ins, what is it this time? Deserted island with dessert and wifi? Sensual lagoon with cocktails and cock-rings? Sandy Orgy without the sand? What's the dream?'
'Er?' Jay turned feeling a right idiot in his now sopping suit. He appeared to be at the beach and a man stood at the water's edge glowering at him. He wasn't a bit ordinary, his hair was ruffled by frustrate hands, his official looking clipboard was being used to point accusingly at Jay, sparkling eyes and mobile scowling lips. With his trim build he was smaller than the line up of still very naked hunks but that didn't make less impressive.
I do believe Jay has found his 'dream man'. *GRINS* The man is frustrated, and we know that that frustration could be of another more pleasurable variety. Jay has a new boss? Now how to apply himself?
I really wish I knew what the 'Teleport' means in real life but I'm good with this take on it. Very good.
Wait was that a compliment of what gets posted here? *BLUSH* I try hard. Thank you. I have wonderful friends who respond beautifully to plunny bites and the products that happen after.
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Date: 2015-11-29 12:51 pm (UTC)Plunny-accepted, now I just have to finish the other fics-in-process first :p
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Date: 2015-11-29 01:16 pm (UTC)Somewhere his now ex boyfriend wasn't screwing his now ex boss. It had been satisfying wiping his computer clean of all current projects, throwing his resignation and drink in his managers face while clearly stating why. Jay hadn't known his wife was visiting, he made a tactful exit when the screaming started.
It wasn't like Jay ever wished for fancy things. Muscle bound hunks were damn fine to look at but he'd be happy with Mr.Average. A decent guy who wanted to spend time with him and who wasn't too busy eyeing up alternatives.
Ordinary dull Jay, even his imagined escapes were low-key. Gentle eyes and a wicked suggestive smile. No aliens, tentacles or triple moon skies. The tropical fruit bubble bath he had waiting at home was about as exotic as his life got.
Imagining himself slipping into the fragrant water, Jay pictured his perfect man, placed his feet neatly on the metal circle and turned in a deliberate spin. And that's where childhood games got real and life got strange.
There was click then a low hum, things got a little hazy then a lot wet. Jay falling into clear blue water that hadn't been there minutes before. Nor had the warm sun, the pink hued clouds, the soft music or the line-up of naked male pin-ups who were regarding him with curiosity.
'Another one' a frustrated voice called from behind Jay 'We're not scheduled any drop-ins, what is it this time? Deserted island with dessert and wifi? Sensual lagoon with cocktails and cock-rings? Sandy Orgy without the sand? What's the dream?'
'Er?' Jay turned feeling a right idiot in his now sopping suit. He appeared to be at the beach and a man stood at the water's edge glowering at him. He wasn't a bit ordinary, his hair was ruffled by frustrate hands, his official looking clipboard was being used to point accusingly at Jay, sparkling eyes and mobile scowling lips. With his trim build he was smaller than the line up of still very naked hunks but that didn't make less impressive.
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Date: 2015-11-29 04:54 pm (UTC)The man is frustrated, and we know that that frustration could be of another more pleasurable variety. Jay has a new boss?
Now how to apply himself?
I really wish I knew what the 'Teleport' means in real life but I'm good with this take on it. Very good.
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Date: 2015-11-29 06:38 pm (UTC)Yep think of all the energy to work off ;)
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Date: 2015-11-29 09:32 pm (UTC)You should go here http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/972029.html and read Frogs' response to the small Familiar in the box.
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Date: 2015-11-30 12:51 am (UTC)I try hard.
Thank you. I have wonderful friends who respond beautifully to plunny bites and the products that happen after.
*pushes a plunny in your direction*
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