The Five Words Story, 2012
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Long, long ago and far from the green fields of Howieville, AJ walked down a red, rickety ladder made of thick, hard, strong steel rods. They descended to the secret lab, where Kevin was making the secret concoction with which he would fix the tragical state of Brian's trousers.
Theoretically.
Practically, he had only managed a really, really sharp crease, but he was sure more of the secret ingredient that mixed strength and softness would life and separate, just as adding a youthful shimmer and body would improve Brian's hairline. Really, it was genius.
However, there was a downside to having completely mental, insane friends.
Nick soon realized that. Horrified, he had to watch as Howie phoned Chris, inviting Nsync (yes, ALL of them) over. OMGWTFBBQJustin! He brooded; this could destroy his plans of concealing forever his secret crush on all of them! What could possibly be worse than being in a room with all of the people who he wanted to have sex-like thoughts about on a horse(a).
Still, they were coming, and Nick would have to suck it up.
He ran up to his room and put on his very favorite emo hair extensions. Maybe he could impress at least Chris, who couldn't point any fingers. He paired those with one tight t-shirt. He figured his jeans already showcased his ass to perfection.
Once Nsync showed up, Nick made a grand entrance. only Lance noticed, but his gaze was very appreciative and Nick preened. He posed in the door until AJ shoved past, saying, "I have an announcement to make, bitches, and you better listen!"
"We know you have new, sexy glasses(b)," Justin complained. "But we have something much better: a slave cage with handcuffs, paddles, lube and mirrors."
"Stop cockblocking me, AJ," Nick said, seeing his chance to finally shine. "Have you seen my rock hard galloping abs?"
"Yeah," Chris said, "you'd look good shirtless in the cage."
Of course, once Chris had realised he'd lost the key, he called the Lost & Found, who had no idea how to solve this. Chris was forced to break into the secret lockpick stash Lance kept secretly in a secret place.
Brian, not letting anyone but his cousin Kevin access the folder of fanfic he'd written for Justin and Howie, told his personal, locked diary about what was happening. Justin, though, found the fanfic online, since he knew how such things existed.
"That's my favorite," Kevin said, pointing to the story he'd bookmarked long ago. It included whipped cream, chocolate sprinkles and JC getting violated by Lance's meat wand.
Suddenly, EXPLOSION! (c)
"What was that?" Brian yelled. Invaders from a galaxy far, far away (or merely fans?) had broken through the ceiling(d). Justin squealed, turning away. Chris shrieked in rage, drawing his enormously long and curved lightsaber. He jumped at them and started swinging.
"Isn't that Lou?"
"No, just his shirt. That's Wade Robson, the most dreaded (and secretly most loved(e)) dancer in the multiverse!"
"Can we not just hire him instead?"
Just then, a shark jumped.
"Chris and JC's lost lovechild," Nick declared, mendaciously. He enjoyed taking baths with the shark, though he sometimes felt he wound up with more shark's teeth in delicate places than he wanted. Still, it was his first piece of the puzzle that was figuring out WTF was actually going on. It was a shark attack!
JC just felt really horny. Nothing unusual with that at all. But what was attracting sharks? The box of sparkling confetti? The lava lamp of epic phallic causation? Maybe it was Kevin's secret concoction(f) ingredient: hormones! Unimpressed, JC straightened his hair. The shark sniffed Brian's trousers. Lance was jealous.
Chris wasn't. "Leave my pants alone, shark!"
Brian's protests were for nothing! The sharks ate EVERYONE's(g) pants.
"Now what do we do?"
Nick waggled his eyebrows suggestively. He would have his orgy! "Orgy is always an option!" The whole of Nsync approved.
Kevin, always the patient man, gave his patented evil laugh, and gathered all the Backstreet Boys around him. "Now that Nsync is distracted by lust, we can steal their shirts and they must dance half-naked(h) thereafter.
This was a great idea, because Nick had always wanted to see that.
"Sex already," JC screamed, and took Nick's pants. Lance rushed over to join in the fun before Kevin could.
"Yay!" JC rejoiced and had Nick against the wall. Nick loved it, of course, especially when Chris joined in and made it a gay daisychain. Kevin looked on enviously until Brian kissed him on his chiselled cheek, which caused Howie to become a bit jealous, because he really wanted to join in with the cousins.
"Cuz," Kevein droned monotonously(i), and nearly had a dick aneurysm(j). "Howie's lust-filled eyes are the most beautiful thing I ever saw."
"No, Lance's are(k) even more sassy!"
"You're both fucking me, remember!" Nick said, though JC still had him impaled on his pulsating man-meat(l).
"Let's all fuck Brian instead," Kevin intoned gleefully.
"Woo hoo!"
Everyone flung off their remaining clothes and flung themselves at Brian in gay abandon. He yodelled in joy and bent over the toothsomely grinning shark.
"Feels leathery," Brian analyzed, before vanishing under a horny tide of rampaging teenage heartthrobs.
"Geronimo!" was the last thing heard.
Long, long ago and far from the green fields of Howieville, AJ walked down a red, rickety ladder made of thick, hard, strong steel rods. They descended to the secret lab, where Kevin was making the secret concoction with which he would fix the tragical state of Brian's trousers.
Theoretically.
Practically, he had only managed a really, really sharp crease, but he was sure more of the secret ingredient that mixed strength and softness would life and separate, just as adding a youthful shimmer and body would improve Brian's hairline. Really, it was genius.
However, there was a downside to having completely mental, insane friends.
Nick soon realized that. Horrified, he had to watch as Howie phoned Chris, inviting Nsync (yes, ALL of them) over. OMGWTFBBQJustin! He brooded; this could destroy his plans of concealing forever his secret crush on all of them! What could possibly be worse than being in a room with all of the people who he wanted to have sex-like thoughts about on a horse(a).
Still, they were coming, and Nick would have to suck it up.
He ran up to his room and put on his very favorite emo hair extensions. Maybe he could impress at least Chris, who couldn't point any fingers. He paired those with one tight t-shirt. He figured his jeans already showcased his ass to perfection.
Once Nsync showed up, Nick made a grand entrance. only Lance noticed, but his gaze was very appreciative and Nick preened. He posed in the door until AJ shoved past, saying, "I have an announcement to make, bitches, and you better listen!"
"We know you have new, sexy glasses(b)," Justin complained. "But we have something much better: a slave cage with handcuffs, paddles, lube and mirrors."
"Stop cockblocking me, AJ," Nick said, seeing his chance to finally shine. "Have you seen my rock hard galloping abs?"
"Yeah," Chris said, "you'd look good shirtless in the cage."
Of course, once Chris had realised he'd lost the key, he called the Lost & Found, who had no idea how to solve this. Chris was forced to break into the secret lockpick stash Lance kept secretly in a secret place.
Brian, not letting anyone but his cousin Kevin access the folder of fanfic he'd written for Justin and Howie, told his personal, locked diary about what was happening. Justin, though, found the fanfic online, since he knew how such things existed.
"That's my favorite," Kevin said, pointing to the story he'd bookmarked long ago. It included whipped cream, chocolate sprinkles and JC getting violated by Lance's meat wand.
Suddenly, EXPLOSION! (c)
"What was that?" Brian yelled. Invaders from a galaxy far, far away (or merely fans?) had broken through the ceiling(d). Justin squealed, turning away. Chris shrieked in rage, drawing his enormously long and curved lightsaber. He jumped at them and started swinging.
"Isn't that Lou?"
"No, just his shirt. That's Wade Robson, the most dreaded (and secretly most loved(e)) dancer in the multiverse!"
"Can we not just hire him instead?"
Just then, a shark jumped.
"Chris and JC's lost lovechild," Nick declared, mendaciously. He enjoyed taking baths with the shark, though he sometimes felt he wound up with more shark's teeth in delicate places than he wanted. Still, it was his first piece of the puzzle that was figuring out WTF was actually going on. It was a shark attack!
JC just felt really horny. Nothing unusual with that at all. But what was attracting sharks? The box of sparkling confetti? The lava lamp of epic phallic causation? Maybe it was Kevin's secret concoction(f) ingredient: hormones! Unimpressed, JC straightened his hair. The shark sniffed Brian's trousers. Lance was jealous.
Chris wasn't. "Leave my pants alone, shark!"
Brian's protests were for nothing! The sharks ate EVERYONE's(g) pants.
"Now what do we do?"
Nick waggled his eyebrows suggestively. He would have his orgy! "Orgy is always an option!" The whole of Nsync approved.
Kevin, always the patient man, gave his patented evil laugh, and gathered all the Backstreet Boys around him. "Now that Nsync is distracted by lust, we can steal their shirts and they must dance half-naked(h) thereafter.
This was a great idea, because Nick had always wanted to see that.
"Sex already," JC screamed, and took Nick's pants. Lance rushed over to join in the fun before Kevin could.
"Yay!" JC rejoiced and had Nick against the wall. Nick loved it, of course, especially when Chris joined in and made it a gay daisychain. Kevin looked on enviously until Brian kissed him on his chiselled cheek, which caused Howie to become a bit jealous, because he really wanted to join in with the cousins.
"Cuz," Kevein droned monotonously(i), and nearly had a dick aneurysm(j). "Howie's lust-filled eyes are the most beautiful thing I ever saw."
"No, Lance's are(k) even more sassy!"
"You're both fucking me, remember!" Nick said, though JC still had him impaled on his pulsating man-meat(l).
"Let's all fuck Brian instead," Kevin intoned gleefully.
"Woo hoo!"
Everyone flung off their remaining clothes and flung themselves at Brian in gay abandon. He yodelled in joy and bent over the toothsomely grinning shark.
"Feels leathery," Brian analyzed, before vanishing under a horny tide of rampaging teenage heartthrobs.
"Geronimo!" was the last thing heard.
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Date: 2012-05-05 04:56 pm (UTC)<3!
(And Nick got his NSYNC orgy, excellent.)
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Date: 2012-05-05 07:04 pm (UTC)I forgot: Pst! you've got two E footnotes so after that they don't match with the actual footnotes.
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Date: 2012-05-05 07:11 pm (UTC)It is indeed flabbergastable and boggling. Most strange, verily.
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Date: 2012-05-08 07:28 pm (UTC)It's like we're starting to get good at this or something...
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