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Bathroom Shenanigans

Title: Bathroom Shenanigans
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Charlie/Murphey
Rating: PGish?
Summary: An awkward moment in the boy's bathroom turns into something more.
A/N: So. Um. Hello.
How embarrassing being the first one to post fic here, but I wrote this for you.
I actually only saw the movie just today, but me and my friend decided to write some gay for it, since there seems to be absolutely no fandom :(
I'm posting my fic here since she didn't finish hers D:<

well, anyway- here it goes.

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The door closed and finally the bathroom was silent. Charlie opened the door to the stall and walked to stand next to Murphey.

Murphey leaned casually against the sinks, counting the money that they had earned that day. A breeze swept through the open window and blew some of the smoke from Murphey's cigarette into Charlie's face. He coughed.

"You're such a pussy, you know that, Charlie?" Murphey grumbled, shaking his head.

The shorter boy just smiled and leaned on the sinks next to him. "Yeah, so you say." He paused. "So how much did we make today?"

Charlie watched as the taller boy split the wad of money in half. He pocketed one part and handed the other to him.

"300 each today. Not bad, all things considered." He mumbled around his cigarette. The boy brought his fingers to his lips, drew one last lung-full of smoke and crushed the stick beneath his shoe. He blew the smoke out towards the window and turned to face him.

Charlie looked at him pensively.

"What?" He grunted self-consciously.

"Would you say we're friends now?" Charlie asked, his hands in his pockets.

There was an awkward silence as Charlie waited for an answer and Murphey just looked at him like he was an idiot.

Murphey broke their stare, and started putting the medicine bottles back in his pockets. "We already talked about this, man. Guys like me and guys like you can't-"

"'Be friends.' I know, I remember." Charlie said sourly.

"You almost sound disappointed."

There was another silence where Charlie just looked at his shoes.

Murphey shifted uncomfortably.

Their eyes met eventually, and (they) both couldn't utter a word. Some sort of spell had been cast and neither of them could break it. They just continued to stare at each other uncomfortably.

A locker slammed out in the hallway and both of them startled. It was broken, and now they were both shuffling, not looking at each other.

Murphey rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat, hefting his backpack over his shoulder.

"Yeah well, I guess I'll see you later."

Charlie said nothing, but when Murphey made to leave the room, he reached out and grabbed the back of his shirt.

"What if I said I was?"

Murphey stopped short but refused to turn around.

"Was what?" He murmured.

"....Disappointed." Charlie opened and closed his mouth a few times, his eyes shifting from place to place in the room "I mean...."

"Murphey turned around to find himself standing way closer to Charlie than he expected. Their toes were touching, and he expected that Charlie could smell the nicotine from his breath. He was so close, all he had to do was reach out to be able to touch him. He stood there, stock still, waiting for Charlie to make a move. Hell if he was going to start anything.

Charlie was frozen, he hadn't thought this through when he reached out. He had no idea what he was trying to do or what he wanted. Finally, he closed his mouth, realizing that he had nothing to say, looked up at Murphey through his lashes, and let out a shuddering breath. He suddenly found himself pressed hard against the wall.

"What do you want Charlie? Because I swear to god...I sure as hell don't know what I want..."

Murphy had his forearm pressed against his chest, and his face was mere inches away from Charlie's. They breathed each other's air, (and) too close for comfort. He could feel his chest rise and fall, and his leg brushed against the smaller boys thigh. He tried not to think about it.

"I... I don't fucking know." Charlie rasped and closed the short distance between them by pressing his chapped lips to slightly warmer ones.

Suddenly, their positions changed. They were across the bathroom, pressed against the bathroom stall, Charlie with his tongue in Murphey's mouth. How they got there, neither of them knew, but suddenly Charlie was in control.

It was not a pleasant kiss, to say the least. Neither of them knew what was going on, moving completely on impulse. Teeth clacked together and there was more than a little drool, but as their arms wrapped around each other and the kiss grew deeper, it became more comfortable. Murphey leaned down to make it more comfortable for Charlie who was on his tiptoes, and Charlie rested one hand on his shoulder to prop himself up and continue the heated kiss. Eventually they parted to gasp for air. Neither of them looked the other in the eye as they panted, their faces still nose to nose.

"Wh-what was that..." Gasped Murphey.

Charlie pulled away. "S...Sorry."

Large hands grabbed his shoulders, "I didn't say stop, you tool."

Charlie smiled and he was pulled back for another kiss.

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Comments

superfancypants
Jul. 6th, 2009 04:45 pm (UTC)
I'll help with plot ideas! You simply must, c'monnn!
I will be your balls :B
untruthiness
Jul. 6th, 2009 08:51 pm (UTC)
Your icon amuses me.

If you help me with plot ideas and my writing isn't absolutely atrocious, then fine, I'll do it.

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