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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Men_With_Brooms_(2002), Canadian_6_Degrees
  Relationship:
      James_Lennox/Chris_Cutter
  Character:
      James_Lennox, Chris_Cutter
  Additional Tags:
      Canon_-_Movie, Pre-Canon, Porn, Drugs
  Stats:
      Published: 2006-02-19 Words: 1894
****** Where Women Glow and Men Plunder ******
by sageness
Summary
     "I was going to save first look for myself later tonight, but
     hey—what are buddies for?"
"So, did you ask her?"
Cutter scuffs his foot in the orange shag carpet of Lennox's bedroom and looks
sideways. A life size poster of Farrah Fawcett stares back at him. Next to her,
a poster of Olivia Newton-John in the leather outfit from Grease looks on. From
his bed, Lennox is raising an eyebrow, making prompting motions with his hand.
"Well?"
"Nah," Cutter says.
"Why the fuck not, man?"
Cutter sighs and flops down onto the foot of the bed. "It's just not going to
happen."
He's had a crush on cute, blonde Beth Ann Somersby for a year now, ever since
assigned seats landed them next to each other in Grade 9 history. Her father's
one of the execs at the mine and she always talks about family trips to Toronto
and Montreal and day before yesterday she came into biology class lifting her
sweater up to her waist to show her friends her new Calvin Klein jeans – just
like the ones in the Brooke Shields ads. Then one of the guys in the back asked
if anything was coming between her and her Calvins, the teacher started
shouting, and then the rest of class was all photosynthesis and some boring
film about orchids.
"Pussy," Lennox says, bumping his shoulder.
"Dickwad," Cutter answers back.
"Ask her!"
"Right. Girls like that, you have to pay for dinner out somewhere nice and the
movie, and even get flowers. You can't just…I don't know, sit around and hang
out."
Lennox gets up, punches the new INXS tape out of the deck, and puts in some Men
at Work. He says, "You know, you need a feminist – then you don't have to pay
for them! Wait, do we know any feminists?"
"Will you give it a rest?" Cutter snaps.
Lennox grabs his backpack and launches back onto the bed.
Cutter leans away so he doesn’t get elbowed in the face and wonders if Lennox's
mother will let him stay for dinner once they get home.
"Here, this'll cheer you up."
"What?"
Lennox is pulling out his school books and yanking something wrapped in brown
paper out of his binder. "I was going to save first look for myself later
tonight, but hey – what are buddies for?"
The paper bag slips off and a two month old copy of Hustler lands in Cutter's
hands.
"Guy paid me in porn, check it out!"
"Holy shit," Cutter says, opening to the middle. He's seen plenty of Playboys
and a few copies of Penthouse, but they just have pinup girls. This is real
porn.
On the left, a dark-haired girl who can't be much older than they are is going
down on a guy with a massive dick. There are three shots, so you can tell how
long it is and how deep she's taking it, and he can't figure out how. He
doesn't know where it would go, because no way can her mouth be that deep. But
she looks so fucking happy, it could be a bubblegum commercial.
On the right, she's on her knees and elbows, looking back over her shoulder as
he fucks her from behind, and she looks like she's daring him, like she could
be saying "come on, do it," like she really wanted it.
Next to him, Lennox is moving closer, moving his legs and shifting his dick in
his pants. Good that he's hard too, at least, since Cutter's pitching a hell of
a tent himself.
"Fuck, man, turn the page," Lennox says.
Next page is more of the same, but she's on top and her face is weird, more
contorted, like she's not having as much fun. He turns the page again and the
guy's coming all over her tits and she's looking up at him in awe. Then there's
an article about violence on television.
Lennox yanks the magazine out of his hands and flips back to the beginning,
searching for the other pictorials. They're so close, the magazine is spread
across Lennox's left thigh and Cutter's right. Lennox finds another spread.
This one's a blonde and she looks a little like someone on TV, but otherwise
she doesn't really do much for him. It's her eyes…she's just not as into it as
the brunette was.
"She looks like she's stoned," he says, and out of the corner of his eye, he
sees Lennox scrunch up his face.
"Yeah, she does. I bet she is. That's really fucking hot."
"It is?"
"You've never come stoned."
"Uh-uh," Cutter says, flipping the page. She's on her back now, legs pushed
back. The head of the guy's cock is pressed just at the entrance of her cunt,
not going inside. It looks strong and thick, and he likes how the light glows
on the guy's stomach. He's got a great six pack. Thick, wavy hair and a funny
looking mustache. He wonders what it's like to grow a mustache. Shaving's such
a pain. On the next page, he's jerking off and she's catching it in her mouth.
Her eyes are shut and he wonders if she likes the taste.
"You should try it," Lennox says, and Cutter has to think what he means and
it's nearly impossible because all the blood that should be in his brain is in
his dick instead.
"You wanna?" he says.
"I, wha—" Lennox blinks twice and says, "Yeah. Yeah, hang on." Then he's
leaning off the bed and grabbing a joint out of AC/DC's Back in Black tape
case. He leans back against the headboard, gingerly fishes a lighter out of his
jeans pocket, and lights up. "Oh, yeah."
"Thank God your parents never stopped being hippies," Cutter says, propping
himself next to him and taking a long hit when it's offered.
"Mmmh." Lennox has the Hustler and is flipping through, looking for more
pictures. He finds another blonde and takes the joint back. She's getting out
of a tub and she looks like a tennis player or something, all limber and tan.
Her hair's short and dripping, and the first shot of the guy is from over his
shoulder, showing his back, his ass, and her dropping her towel behind her.
Cutter stares at his ass and wonders if he plays hockey. Then he's inhaling
again, holding it in, and Lennox is turning the page. This one shows the guy
licking her pussy. "Wonder what it tastes like," he says, and a plume of smoke
comes out of his mouth with the words.
Lennox giggles at him and says, "Here, last one. It's bowling night, so
dinnertime should be right about when the munchies hit."
"Cool." Cutter grins. "Holy shit." New page. Big rubber dildo stuck to the
bathroom floor between her legs, and she's riding it with a spark in her eyes,
just like the first girl, like she likes it. And this guy has brown hair and no
body hair to speak of and the thickest, if not the longest, cock Cutter's ever
seen. Her mouth is wide open around it, wide fucking open.
"Jesus," Lennox says, leaning closer. The roach is hidden, the window is
cracked open. Lennox is opening his pants like he's not even aware of it. "Is
that thing real?"
"Fuck," Cutter breathes, and starts opening his jeans. His dick feels like it's
about to bust the zipper and he's half-scared he's going to hurt himself
getting himself free. He feels Lennox watching, feels his breath change, and
he's gasping by the time his dick hits open air.
He catches Lennox staring, but Lennox doesn't look caught. He looks glazed, he
looks horny as hell, and Cutter spares the photo spread one more glance before
deciding the real thing is far and away the better option.
"Can I?" he says, getting to his knees and pulling down on the waist of
Lennox's shorts. A strangled noise comes out of Lennox's throat as Cutter wraps
his hand around Lennox's cock and licks the tip of it, but Cutter figures it's
a yes. It tastes salty and Lennox's circumcision scar feels different than his
own, but that's okay. Lennox isn't as big around as the guy in the last
pictorial. More like the guy in the second. Solid in his hand, leaking onto his
tongue.
Cutter goes down, sucking like the dark-haired girl, deciding he likes it, and
the taste is something different, something more like lasagna and garlic bread,
but that's probably the weed. It better be the weed. Under him, Lennox is out
of control, he's fucking Cutter's face as much as he can, and when Cutter lets
go of Lennox's dick, it goes all the way to the back of his throat when he
thrusts. It tickles. It feels weird. It happens again, and again, and he thinks
he should probably be choking, but maybe that's the weed, too. It doesn't
matter, though. It feels good. He likes it. He wants more of it, and he
swallows because that's what his throat wants to do, and then Lennox is
spurting into his throat, all over the back of his tongue, and shaking, and his
hand's clenched tight in Cutter's hair.
Cutter sucks the last of the jism out and pulls off. If Lennox was glazed
before, Cutter doesn't know what to call what he looks like now. It's kind of
cool. But his own dick's about to explode.
"Holy shit," Lennox says, blinking slowly. "You are really fucking good at
that."
"Beginner's luck," Cutter says, laying down next to him. "Come on, my turn."
Lennox sits up, rocks, and catches himself. "Shit, I'm so stoned I can't feel
my toes."
"You don't need to feel your toes, man, just do it."
Lennox wobbles over, straddling Cutter's leg and taking a long look at Cutter's
dick. His jeans and briefs are shoved down to mid-thigh and there's a fucking
pool of precome in his bellybutton. "I don't know how," Lennox says, so Cutter
reaches down for the magazine, flips back to one of the blowjob pages and
points.
A second later, Lennox gets with the program, finally, wrapping a hand around
Cutter's hard-on and licking up the front. He's so fucking close, it only takes
four or five slides in and out of Lennox's hot, wet mouth, and then he's coming
and distantly he's aware that Lennox is choking and spitting, and maybe it's
the weed but he really, really couldn't give a fuck.
"That was gross," Lennox says, falling back onto the bed.
"That was fucking awesome," Cutter says, grinning.
Lennox stares at him for a moment. "God, you really – you really got off on
that."
Cutter raises his eyebrows. "Is that a problem?"
"Well, no? I guess? Fuck!"
"What?"
"I'm so stoned I can't think."
Cutter giggles and can't stop. Fucking weed. "Who needs to think?" Cutter gasps
out a little later. He doesn't want to think. He's warm and happy. Really
happy.
"What?" Lennox turns his head, and Cutter wonders if he's already forgotten.
The short term memory thing's a trip sometimes. He pulls his pants up and pats
Lennox on the leg, saying, "Zip up, man," and Lennox actually blushes.
Cutter starts giggling again and drops the Hustler on Lennox's lap, right on
his softened cock. It makes him jump and yell, "Asshole!"
Cutter laughs again, gets up, and flips over the tape.
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