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merryghoul) wrote2012-05-22 11:51 pm
merryghoul) wrote2012-05-22 11:51 pm
About My Penis
Title: About My Penis | AO3
Fandom: Common Law
Author:merryghoul
Characters: Travis, Wes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 150
Summary: "That sounds dangerous." For![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fic_promptly .
Wes knocked on the door of Travis' trailer.
"Travis?" he asked. "I know you're in there."
"Not now, Wes!" Travis' voice was getting closer to the door of his trailer.
"We just got a case. Can you be dressed in, like, five minutes? Look, I'll even let you touch the radio this time."
"Can we pause for a second? I'd like to talk to you about my penis."
"What about it?"
"You know when you think you're all alone and you start doing things to your penis because you think you're all alone?"
"That sounds dangerous."
"Yeah…can I have another five minutes? Ten minutes?"
"I don't have 10 minutes, Travis. We need to go now."
The door to the trailer somehow swung open. Travis had a towel wrapped around his midsection. There was something slightly poking under the towel.
"Oh, so that's what you were doing," Wes said. "I'll wait."
Fandom: Common Law
Author:
merryghoul Characters: Travis, Wes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 150
Summary: "That sounds dangerous." For
fic_promptly .Wes knocked on the door of Travis' trailer.
"Travis?" he asked. "I know you're in there."
"Not now, Wes!" Travis' voice was getting closer to the door of his trailer.
"We just got a case. Can you be dressed in, like, five minutes? Look, I'll even let you touch the radio this time."
"Can we pause for a second? I'd like to talk to you about my penis."
"What about it?"
"You know when you think you're all alone and you start doing things to your penis because you think you're all alone?"
"That sounds dangerous."
"Yeah…can I have another five minutes? Ten minutes?"
"I don't have 10 minutes, Travis. We need to go now."
The door to the trailer somehow swung open. Travis had a towel wrapped around his midsection. There was something slightly poking under the towel.
"Oh, so that's what you were doing," Wes said. "I'll wait."