Here I Come to Save the Day
Chapter 8
"That shit stinks," Kelley said with a frown as he waved his copy of the script to ward off the smell. J.C. smirked, his mouth full as he smacked his lips and gestured with the sandwich.
"You don't know," he paused to push a stray piece of lettuce back between his mayonnaise tainted lips, "what you're missing. This… is a patented heated potted meat sandwich, the best." Kelley coughed as he pushed the hand that J.C. was holding the sandwich with away from his face.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
Vicky walked into the studio and slammed the door, the posters on the wall coming loose. "GOD, I hate those fucking posters," she yelled as she turned her attention towards J.C. and Kelley.
"Why Vicky, it is so nice to see you," Kelley greeted sarcastically. "The scowl really lights up your face, gives it that little something extra." Kelley nodded in agreement.
"Shut the fuck up." She turned her attention to J.C. "That shit stinks, hurry up and finish it, jeez."
Kelley sat watching as she paced the length of the control panels in front of them. Her heels clicked across the floor, her jeans riding low on her hips and her soft pink button down shirt pulled tight across her breasts.
Kelley and J.C. made it their top priority to stare, stare hard. And stare hard they did. I mean they stared damn hard. It was cold, her nipples were hard. I mean, what can you do, seriously?
This Public Service Announcement brought to you by "THE MAN"…
Sexual Harassment is not something to take lightly.
If you suspect that you or a fellow co-worker, whether you deem them hot or not; whether or not you would stick your penis (fingers, dildo, butt plug, fist, cucumber, police issued baton, strap-on, tongue, left ear lobe, etc.) into their vaginal or anal opening given the right opportunity… Umm, I digress… is approaching you in a sexual manner, you should report them to the appropriate person(s).
Report their inappropriate behavior immediately. And then, when you catch them in the parking garage, go CHUCK NORRIS on their ass.
ROUND HOUSE KICK TO THE FACE!
"Seems as if management has deemed it worthy for us to go back into production, after a seven month hiatus, the bastards," Vicky said as she handed J.C. and Kelley each a copy of the script. "I want this book-on-tape ready and in stores before the start of the summer. Let's make it happen."
Kelley took a bite of his sandwich, drank a long swig of water and covered his ears with his headphones. J.C. twisted in his chair, coughed and cracked his back. Vicky moved towards the door to walk to the production side of the studio on the other side of the glass.
"Nice shirt," J.C. said with a bright smile.
"Fuck…off," Vicky sneered.
Kelley smirked out a laugh as he focused his eyes on the page…
We meet up with our heroes, separated from the group and trapped in darkness. The fate of the world rests in their hands.
Ten minutes after spontaneously combusting and three minutes of checking to make sure that everything had made it… Penis, check… they took in their surroundings.
Justin turned abruptly towards Brian and shoved him hard in the chest, "Fucking asshole. You didn't tell me we were going to blow the fuck up. What is wrong with you?" Brian looked at him blankly and shrugged lightly, the movement barely noticeable. "My body fucking evaporates, you shit."
"I know," Brian said as he stepped forward through the darkness, "I actually like to see you all hot and nearing the point of dissipation. It's fucking hot." Justin leaned into Brian as their lips pressed together and Brian's hands found their way to the button of Justin's jeans.
"We're…omigod… we're in a fucking hallway, in… ugh… in an old police headquarters building," Justin moaned as Brian pressed him against the wall, devouring his neck, sucking on the skin.
"I know," Brian said as he started to push Justin's jeans down, exposing his skin to the stalled air.
"We're going to get caught." Justin bit his bottom lip as he felt his jeans pool around his ankles and Brian's fingers press into his hips.
Brian stood up and leaned in close to Justin's lips. Breathing each other's air Brian smiled, "You think so? Hmm…."
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Molly moved behind Jennifer, her jeans muddy and ripped from her fall. "Phillip is fucking buying me a new pair of jeans. Ugh, I just bought these, shit." Jennifer paused in her tracks and grabbed onto Molly, covering her daughter's mouth quickly with her hand.
"What the hell?" Molly mumbled from behind her mother's fingers. Her eyes widened as a huge blast of light knocked them, and half of the wall they were standing behind, back and across the hallway.
"Do it again!" Gus smiled happily at his older brother.
Shane walked around the corner and over the tops of the pieces of misplaced cement, Gus and Mac walking closely behind. "Shane, you broke the whole wall," Mackenzie said with surprise as she grabbed onto Shane's shirt to keep from falling.
"I know. I wasn't trying to," he said with a shrug. Gus chewed slowly on the collar of his shirt. Jennifer bolted upright, pushing the heavy pieces of debris off of her and Molly.
"Do it again!" Gus repeated.
"Yeah," Mac said, joining her brother's pleas.
"I'd much rather prefer that you didn't," Jennifer said as she shook her head to clear the haziness.
Molly stood up slowly and stared into her niece and nephews' faces. "Wow, what a welcome. It's good to see you too," she said as she pulled Gus' shirt out of his mouth. Jennifer picked up Mackenzie and kissed her cheek as she hugged Shane close.
"Where are your dads, have you seen them?" Jennifer asked in a hurry.
Gus moved over to Shane and pulled on his brother's hand. "Shane," he whispered with a smile. "Do it again."
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Brian pulled up his jeans as Justin wiped a string of cum from his top lip. "And you were afraid we'd get caught," Brian said with a smile as he pressed a final kiss to Justin's lips as the blond buttoned the last button on his jeans, straightening his shirt.
Justin pushed away from the wall just as a giant blast erupted, filling the hall with light and dust. "What the hell was that?" Justin asked. Brian smirked as he used one arm to brace himself against the opposite wall.
"My guess would be… our son," he said as he turned to look at Justin before moving forward quickly.
Justin followed behind him, struggling to buckle his belt. "Son of a… Goddamn it, Brian, now my pants don't fit, shit."
Brian didn't stop walking. "I'll buy you some new ones."
"I know you will. I wasn't asking… fucking exploding, damn. I knew I was going to lose weight. Every single time it happens. Oh Justin, I like you to be all hot and bothered so I can get a fuck and a good steam session all in one… pfft," Justin mocked.
"Well, it's not as if your ass is going to miss the pounds," Brian mumbled. Justin lurched forward, his hand disappearing into Brian's chest cavity.
Brian coughed, his mouth suddenly going dry. "I fucking hate when you do that," Brian rasped as his lungs burned. Justin smirked as he pulled his hand away. He stepped in front of Brian as the brunet fought the dryness that was invading his chest and lungs.
"Remember, I can make that happen in any part of your body," Justin said with a smile as he stepped in front of Brian, his eyes traveling down Brian's chest and landing on his crotch.
HAHA, CROTCH.
"You wouldn't dare," Brian said as moisture returned to him. Justin stepped away from Brian and started to walk.
"Hmm. Are you sure about that?"
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"Jesus," Hunter said loudly as the blast hit his ears, causing him to flinch and jump forward, just slightly. He denies all reports that he screamed like a bitch and released trace amounts of urine that dripped and made their way to the taint (Yeah, you all know what I'm talkin' about!).
Emmett, however, admits that he was a complete bitch.
"What the fuck was that?" Emmett said quickly before his eyes landed on a very conveniently placed water fountain.
"Thank God, I was about to literally die of thirst," he said as he walked over and pressed on the button. Lindsay ignored him, stepping away from the group of men.
"That's Shane," she said knowingly. "I know it. Come on," she said as she took off running, her feet moving like lightening across the floor.
Insert speed running music. Dun-nuna-nunana-dun-nuna-nunana. (ACT, like you don't know that melody.)
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Stockwell, Phillip and Richard stopped in their tracks as the blast shook the building. "Shit," Stockwell said as he looked around. "What the hell!"
Richard smiled as he stared into the darkness. "Come on, this way," he gestured as they turned directions and headed straight for the middle of the building.
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Brian and Justin were the first to reach the site of the blast, their eyes raking over the damage. "DAD, DADDY!" all three of the children screamed at once as they ran towards Brian and Justin. Justin kneeled down and hugged all of the children before they moved over to hug Brian.
"I broke the wall," Shane said as he looked up at Brian. Brian shrugged as he looked at Justin.
Gus pulled on Brian's hand. Brian leaned over and picked up his son. "Tell him to do it again, dad. Tell him," he pleaded. Brian laughed.
"I think we have destroyed enough of the wall for today," Justin said as he hugged his mom and sister.
"I am so glad you're both okay. Wait, what are you doing here?" he asked. Brian waited to hear her answer.
"You needed me. I wasn't going to stay at home and let Phillip hurt you," she explained. They all nodded as they turned their attentions to Molly.
"What?" she asked with a shrug of her shoulders. "I was bored and I am too nosey for my own damn good."
"I'd say that was a trait that runs in the whole damn family," Phillip said as they rounded the corner. Justin rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Phillip, how nice to see you again," Brian rolled off his tongue. Shane stood next to Brian as Mac held onto Jennifer's hand. Stockwell moved forward, his eyes darting from Jennifer, to Molly and then back to Jennifer, questioning.
"Yeah," Jennifer whispered as she nodded her head. Molly clapped her hands together and squealed.
"This is so fucking awkward," she said as she looked at Phillip and then at Stockwell. "I should like, be on a fucking show or some shit," she smiled. Justin took a step back as his eyes watched Richard who stood in the hall, just inside the shadows, unmoving.
Brian however moved forward just as Lindsay was rounding the corner. "Phillip, I don't believe you've met my son, Gus," Brian said as he stepped towards the unsuspecting man.
"Brian, stop," Lindsay screamed as a red hue of light shot up from the point where Gus' hand clamped down on Phillip's arm. Gus screamed loudly as he merged with Phillip, taking only seconds to dissolve the man into himself.
Richard's eyes widened as he frowned against the piercing noise. Gus reconfigured himself in the spot where Phillip had stood. "Damn," Molly said, "that has got to suck." Mac uncovered her ears as she noticed that the rest of her family was now standing in the hall.
Justin and Richard kept their eyes locked on each other as the others in the hall moved around. Richard's men were slowly surrounding them, filling the hall with bodies and beams from flashlights. Brian sensed the tension first, stepping closer to Justin.
"I never liked you," Richard said as he stepped forward. Justin stayed where he was, everyone around them engaged in their own fights.
"I think the sentiment flowed both ways," Justin said, his temperature rising. Brian stayed where he was, feeling the heat flow from Justin's dampening skin. "In fact, I think I may have had a trifle bit more animosity towards you than you had towards me."
"You could be right," Richard said, moving forward but being sure to keep his distance. "But, then again, you did have all those years to let it fester. I'd hate me too."
Justin didn't have time to think as Richard launched himself forward and embraced him. Justin struggled, feeling his skin boil as the heat from Richard pulsed through him. Brian's heart barely had a time to pause as Richard and Justin were engulfed in flames.
They burst into a hazy cloud of mist, leaving everyone wondering what the fuck they were going to do, where the hell they went, and if, by any chance, they were breathing them in.
"Shit," Brian said tightly as Lindsay stood next to him, placing her hand on his arm.
"Justin, can take care of himself, Brian. I'm sure he'll be fine," she said as she gave his arm a squeeze. Brian nodded.
"I know, but this is really going to kill the premium on the insurance policy." Lindsay rolled her eyes as she turned to greet her children. It had been quite awhile.
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Justin gasped as his back collided with the floor, his hair matted to his head. He stood up as fast as he could, his pants slipping off of his hips.
"Damn," he said frustrated. Richard materialized in front of him and smiled. "You guys have got to stop with the exploding, seriously."
Richard swung, his fist connecting with the right side of Justin's face. "Son of a bitch," Justin said as he tried to recover from the blow, blood trickling down his throat. Richard was sweating, his core temperature boiling. It was all Justin needed.
Justin smiled as he stood up straight and slightly nodded his head, his eyes focused.
Richard clutched at his throat as he felt an unfamiliar tightening start to choke him. "What's wrong, Richard?" Justin asked with an amused smile. Richard choked as he started to cough up blood.
"You thought you were going to isolate me and take advantage, huh," Justin said as he focused all his attention on the sweat peppering Richard's skin. "It seems to me that you have forgotten one thing…."
Richard dropped to his knees as his limbs started to freeze, the tiny particles of water that were able to invade his system freezing. His voice was stuck in his throat. Justin stepped over Richard as he dropped to his back. "You forgot one simple thing. Fire doesn't always win."
Richard's eyes glazed over with ice. The smirk on Justin's face was the last thing he saw. Justin smiled as he extended the index finger of his right hand and tipped Richard over, shattering his body into pieces.
When Justin was sure that Richard was not getting back up he took in his surroundings. "Your office, Richard. Really, you could have been more imaginative than that, asshole," Justin said as he made his way to the door, turning off the heat lamps on his way.
"I hate those fucking lamps."
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Brian, Lindsay, the kids and the rest of the gang emerged from underground, the foundation of the abandoned police headquarters shaking. "You didn't have to hit it quite so hard, Shane," Brian said as they all watched the building start to collapse.
"Sorry," Shane smiled. Lindsay held Mackenzie as Gus stood as close to her as he could. Melanie could not stop touching her; she needed to have some part of them connected.
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UNIMPRESSIVE, YET ANGER INDUCING BLACK SCREEN THAT IS PLACED BETWEEN SCENES TO EXPRESS THE PASSAGE OF TIME WITHOUT MAKING THE VIEWER FEEL AS IF THEY WERE CHEATED OUT OF MINUTES TO THEIR FAVORITE SHOW(S).
……………………….. EVEN IF THAT SHOW IS SCHEDULED TO RUN FOR 60 MINUTES, BUT IT REALLY ONLY RUNS FOR 45-50 MINUTES, AND THEN THEY FILL THE TIME WITH CHARACTERS YOU LIKE, BUT NOT SO MUCH THAT YOU WANT TO WATCH THEM INSTEAD OF THE STAPLE COUPLE OF THE SHOW. ………………… WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SHOWTIME. I MEAN, SERIOUSLY, YOU CUT US OFF EARLY SO WE CAN WATCH 10-15 MINUTES OF PROMOS.
FUCK YOUR PROMOS, 60 MINUTES IS 60 MINUTES BITCHES! 10-11 p.m., NUTSALT, 10-11 p.m.!
Justin and Brian stood at the door of Gus' room in Melanie and Lindsay's house, watching their sons sleep. Mackenzie was boarding with Melanie and Lindsay, wanting to be as close to her mom as she could.
Brian pulled on Justin's hand, leading him towards the guest room. "So", Justin said as he closed the door behind them, "what was the first thing you thought when I disappeared with Richard?"
Brian leaned into Justin and pretended to think. "Hmm… it might have had something to do with the insurance policy, I am not sure. I was under a lot of stress," Brian told him. Justin rolled his lips into his mouth and nodded.
"M'hmm, I bet," he said as Brian leaned in to kiss him. Their hands roamed all over each other's bodies as Brian started to back them towards the bed. "What else did you think?" Brian worried his bottom lip and smiled tightly.
"I thought a lot of things," Brian finally answered as he leisurely kissed at Justin's skin, helping him remove his clothes and change the subject. Justin sensed the change in subject and let it go.
"Mmm," Justin moaned as Brian's hand teased the head of his cock. Brian smiled as he rested his lips against Justin's.
"You never told me what happened in Richard's office," Brian breathed. Justin smiled as he moved over and crawled on top of Brian, their chests pressing against each other.
"I can do better than that, I can show you," Justin said as Brian felt a cold chill wash over his body from head to toe.
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