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The Long Weekend 2	By : TimedWatcher Category: +S through Z > Weekenders, The Views: 1798 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"And you're my goldenrod..." His pen tapped the notepad.

He tore it off and crumpled it.

Gordon leaped off from the bed, wanting to stomp his foot, but couldn't. Wanting to shout, but couldn't. He wanted to punch something, but couldn't. He instead spasmed with erratic energy, landing back onto her bed.

Why couldn't he find the words? He growled in his throat, his vocals straining.

Poems were free...

The knock... he pushed his notepad and failures underneath her bed, inhaling slowly, composing himself, before answering.

The door shut behind her and she showed off a big shopping bag. "Gord! Gord! Gord! I got you something."

She led him to her bed, before pulling out a light brown cotton jacket with a dark brown collar. It reminded him of coffee with milk in it. It had many pockets and all of them were zippered, with one near the interior of the chest - he easily imagined stuffing something cool there, as his mind moved through a myriad of things that could possibly impress Lor, like a pack of smokes.

She stared quietly, not even a peep as he slipped in his arms through the sleeves. "The tag said it was wind and water resistant." His head flipped up to meet her eyes, who seemed hopeful as he looked back down to focus on his jacket. He slid his hands into pockets, and he sunk, the middle puffing out a little, which he tried to wipe away, the material nice to his hand.

It looked like something his dad wore.

"I like it... but... I don't have anything for you." He felt sick to his stomach. He didn't even want to think about the price. "You've given me so much, Lor. I don't know what to say... how'd you know my size?"

"I memorized it from your shirt's tag when I washed it."

He wore it the rest of the day. Everytime she looked his way, he felt light as a feather, but everytime she wasn't, he felt the world crushing him.

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"Ugh. Gonna be a long day. I have soooooo many assignments." Hard cover books and floppy journals landed onto her desk with a near smashing quality, her elbow rested near them, palm under her cheek and chin as she flipped it open and pulled out her pencil and continued off on work from school she didn't get to finish. He tip toed behind her, before peering over her shoulder, her eyes cross referencing back and forth, looking bored as she then wrote down her answers in her book.

Now was his chance. "Hey, uh..." He coughed, making himself known. "Maybe I could help you with your homework."

She paused, maybe to think about his offer. "Uhm, that's okay. Besides, I think they could tell the difference between our handwriting. Why not watch some TV?"

"Oh... alright..." He slunk back to her bed, dejected, her remote across his chest. He turned it on, hit some numbers, but couldn't tell you the first thing about what was on it as he kept his eye on a working Lor. As the TV talked, Lor slipped on her headphones, possibly playing music as well.

Having as much free time as he did, he was always curious about the little things in Lor's room. What was in her drawers? Clothes. What was in her basket? Dirty clothes. What was under her bed? ... Forgotten clothes. Okay, so it really wasn't that interesting, but the one place he hadn't looked... was her closet.

She was still deep into work, but he kept making sure she wasn't going to look. Thankfully, it didn't come crashing down on him as soon as he opened it, but he had found the same ol, same ol after a bit of shuffling: Junk and clothes that meant nothing to him. Would have been nice to find an old 8-bit system...

Gordon wondered why he did anything... but something... jutted out improperly from one of the piles of clothes, and as he pulled off the shirt like a mask to a cartoon villain, it revealed...

A guitar. An acoustic one too. Considering her love of metal, it seemed an odd fit... at least he was sure she was still into that. No dents or scrapes... just average, except, hmmm... masking tape underneath certain chords. Wonder why that was there? They looked about ready to fall off too.

He pulled it out.

"You know how to play guitar?" He asked while carrying it out with both hands.

Lor slipped off an ear cup to the side. "You weren't just looking in my closet were you?"

"Well... you know... I don't have much else to do." What a terrible excuse. That was going at the top of his list of all time worst ones... but... wait... Lor didn't answer. He quickly moved the conversation back to it again. "So you know how to play?"

Her spine froze up like a cat about to be sprayed with water. "Uh... yup. Tish taught me some chords for a talent show. I got second place!" She looked eager at first to tell him about it, but her head fell. "It's... it's nothing."

God she knew how to make him feel bad without actually trying. If she had a talent, she completely discarded it. Not even a mention of it... not that he asked some weird 'what are your talents? beep boop I'm Gordbot 3000' question. "Could you show me?"

She dropped her pencil. "Do I really have to do this now?" A bit of a whine from Lor, but he was the cause.

"I just wanna see... please?" He moved it forward, as if presenting a gift.

Her lips mushed together. "Fine." She relented, taking it, rotating her chair to him as she then cleared her throat.

He took his front row seat on the floor, holding his knees to his chest, looking up to her.

"Home... hooooome on the raaaange..."

"Where the deeeeer and the antelope plaaaay"

He watched silently, not believing she knew the whole song, as a wave of nostalgia crept over him, that he couldn't explain... or maybe he was just an easy acoustic lay.

He clapped.

"You know when Tish first started teaching me how to play... I kept saying cantaloupe." She smiled in hopes Gordon would understand as if it was an easy thing to confuse.

He playfully rolled his eyes. "That's my Lor... hey, you wouldn't happen to know anymore songs would you?"

"I know a couple, but I'm pretty rusty..."

"Maybe after your homework is done... dooo yooou... think you could play some more?" He tried to ease Lor into it.

"Okay!" She seemed pretty excited as she went back to work, her pencil erect, her free finger hit her chin, as she tried to figure out the next problem in her notebook.

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You'd think a couple more days cooped up like this would have driven him crazy, but actually, he kinda got used to the paces. Lor started bringing up the breakfast she didn't eat, so he got a decent meal; she also brought up old family magazines nobody was reading, some fitness ones, some food ones, basic stuff - but he did like the National Globographics. He had also found the good shows that were played this early and tried to schedule his day around them, though sometimes they'd play at the same time and he'd have to channel flip between them.

And that should be Lor.

He laid back down, magazine in his face. "You were late coming home again." Gordon said casually, knowing it wasn't one of her practice days.

"I was? Yeah, I guess..." He let the magazine flop; he leaned in, an open ear. "I usually only talk to Tish about this, but... I go to a support group..." She almost left it at that.

"Is it about... them?" If it was, he was willing to drop it.

"No... it's one for..." The last part seemed hard to get out. "Trans people. Foster parents think it's 'good' for me." He couldn't have imagined a more insulting eye roll at the mention of them, with the tone to go with it. "I usually just sit and listen to their stories. A lot of them try to date women, which I don't get, and... alright, I'll just say it: They're men in dresses, and they're freakin' gross. Y'know, if I was forced to meet them when I was younger, I wouldn't be the way I am now because I'd think only guys with a strange fetish did it." Lor had gotten so pissed off and animated about it that Gordon was silently chuckling under his breath - it was like getting a comedy act for free - his hands interlocked behind the back of his head as she continued. "Some of them wear these ratty, multicolored wigs and... UUUUGH!" She crawled into bed with him, laying her head backwards on his pelvis, hair like a curtain; her nose tilted up at an angle, as if trying to watch her TV upside down. The sun carved her features. She spoke again, hint of regret in it. "I'm not getting the surgery. Too many horror stories."

He mouthed the word surgery to himself.

"Gordon?" She called to him, and he looked to her, her head had turned his way, eyes half lidded, her lips pouty. "You... like me just the way I am, right?" The way she said it, the question seemed more complicated than that. Maybe she was at a crossroads and needed his vote on things.

He sat up, now looking down at her, his spine curved, his fingers working through her hair, almost petting her like the family cat. "Of course I do." He kissed her nearly spot free forehead. "You're perfect."

He saw her blush a shade of red that you only ever saw in cartoons.

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"Check it out Gord." Before he could ask, she had pulled up a dark blue tee past her tummy and up to her braless bust; her creamy white skin got even creamier as she womanhandled her breasts, firing them off in a spray across the middle of her chest. "I found out I could do this in the gym shower." She seemed absolutely aloof to the fact that this was turning him on, as she ignorantly played with her nips, squirting them all over herself, a soft and goofy giggle everytime she did it.

"I've got to fuck you." He wrenched his hands around each pant leg before he yanked and pulled at them, as Lor flopped up and down on the bed, helping by unhooking the snap, allowing him easier access before they slipped off like he was pulling off a table cloth with plates still on it and he tossed them to the side.

Her penis flopped, the tip of her penis was leaky as well

With all her waterworks and squishiness, Lor reminded him of a water balloon.

...

Gordon was glad he just thought that.

Lor was all toothy smiles as she gave him her best 'come hither', their bodies meshed, as he crawled up her middle, and he realised his mistake, the feeling of wetness all over his clothes. He wouldn't call what she did gross because it was Lor, but wet clothes were gross, so he tossed them off onto her pile, resuming his place on her, hand on the back of her neck, as Lor parted with hers. He looked down to her twin set of tits, giving her a slither of his tongue, a preview to Lor of things to come.

Either of them seemed sharp enough to cut his tongue, but he still dared to explore them, starting with an opening salvo of flicks of his tongue, then meeting each mountain with a circle of his tongue, getting a taste for the already gathered milk; the taste was sweet, like milk past the due date but it hadn't gone sour just yet. His dry lips popped in each of them as if trying to give her a hickey, but no matter how he did it, suckling or glomming his mouth onto her, he always felt kinda silly; in fact, the idea of sucking anything on Lor felt silly to him.

He was now fully sprung. "It's time..." His voice was breathy and low while sliding off her.

As he fumbled for himself, Lor held up a hand to keep him at bay. "Whoa Captain Hornypants, let's do this right." She then grabbed a bottle of lube nearby, a bottle she must have purchased recently because he had never noticed it while home alone; the cap snapped and she dolloped some onto the point of her finger before reaching down, looking like she was about to finger herself as she swirled her pink hole. "Now you." He held out his hand, catching the goop in his palm, the cold worrying him for a moment as he let it warm a little before rubbing it against himself. "Okay, I'm ready." She gave her slick entrance an inviting tap, before spreading her legs as wide as she could make them, and trying to hold them that way with interlocking wrists.

She was a smorgasbord of pink and pale sexual energy, her bodies version of a pussy wanting to swallow him whole; every blink his way with her long eyelashes and toothless smile made him feel like they were the only people alive. "You know you make waiting so worth it..." His wet head pressed against her welcoming and lubed orifice, both of them biting their lower lips, as he watched himself disappear yet again into this well tread bodily home of his.

Lor let out a sigh of relief, her head falling back into the pillow, her throat at its apex; this was nothing like the coffee house bathroom, not a single sound of pain. Was it a mistake to have fucked her like that without the lube before? Despite his thought, there was no regret in his movements, edging his way into her the same way, still with no complaints from her.

He saw her hand move and Gordon couldn't help but look down, as Lor's penis had grown inflated, she couldn't help herself, but he had weirdly thought she only masturbated with her ass, as the way she did it wasn't like how he did it... she kinda just, pressed her hand right into her hairless pubic mound and wobbled her penis back and forth. He took hold of her, his hand slithering around her thigh, while the other pressed into her stomach. "May I?" He breathed hard, his hand trembling over her hardness while drilling into her.

"Oh, fuck, yes!" Her chin met the top of her chest, as she looked down in sexual, redfaced, disbelief. He could see right inside her mouth of chapped lips and drool, her appendage squirmed like a worm under his grasp, pulsing everytime he made entry/reentry, at first he worked it like joystick, as his thumb couldn't help but squish her sticky foreskin down, working in her precum like a facial, but once he got himself into a good groove, he was able to stroke her off properly. "Cumming... cumming... I'm cumming..." She gasped with embarrassment, looking up to him as if expecting he'd judge her for it. One hand of hers pulled at her sheets, while another went to cover her eyes but eventually gave up on the idea, her fingers sprawled over only half of her face, her ring finger in her lips. Lor's penis didn't so much erupt, as the tip began a gradual weeping, as clear, translucent cum dribbled from her and pooled in her tight belly button.

With her done, he let go of her thing and increased his speed, the bed rocking and creaking as he plowed her ass. He stared down at her intensely, and she responded with an almost cowering look, before he leaned down, stealing a slurpy kiss, his final thrusts came, and he could hear and feel each slap against her with every delivery as he invested his seed into her cute little bum.

He fell, flattened like a pancake, both breathing, though she seemed more out of breath than he was. They were like that for awhile, his body naturally leaving hers before Lor broke the silence. "Pass me your shirt." He did so mindlessly. Lor then wiped up hers and his cum in a whirling rag like motion - his cum, which was currently leaking from her loose ring. He shouted at her. "What? You just screwed my ass, show some respect... and I'll wash it." He could only pretend to be mad from then on while watching her making his shirt a streaky mess... because he loved a naked Lor.

With them both cleaned up, they laid on their sides, holding one another, staring into eachothers eyes. They were connected... in more ways than one. His penis enveloped hers completely, and he swore to god he felt her heart rate jump when they docked like this. "Heh heh, you like it when mine feels bigger than yours, don't you?"

She tossed, pawing his chest. "Shut up." They repositioned, as if trying to prove him wrong, hugging across him and onto his bicep

He rested his chin on top of her head, talking into her a soft, scratchy whisper that allowed him to feel his jaw and teeth with every word he spoke. "We should probably start using condoms..."

Her response was slow, like they were in a dream. "Why?"

Like there was no good answer, but he waited to spring this one on her. "I'm gonna impregnate you by accident one day."

Her head lifted, as her arm ran up his body, resting her hand on his collar bone, trying to get him to look her way. "I'd be okay with that."

He rolled into her. "Wouldn't we end up on one of those talk shows about teen pregnancies?" He spent too much time watching that crap.

She completely enraptured herself into him, speaking to his heart. "I'd be your babymama, Gordon." What sounded like a joke, was clarified by Lor. "If the only way I could be a mom was through a teen pregnancy? I'd do it in a heart beat." She squeezed him.

"What would you name them?"

"Who?"

"Our kids."

Her lips rowed back and forth, thinking about it. "If it was a boy, I'd name him Gordon Jr..."

"Thankfully I'm egotistical like that and would be okay with it - but let me guess, Lor Jr?"

"No, Lydia." He tried to think of famous Lydias, but none came to mind.

He swished it around his palette. "I like it." Though he didn't press as to why she wanted it.

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Gordon and Lor were sat, knees and legs across eachothers, staring with stupid kid smiles at one another.

"You're getting patchy... I'm gonna have to start calling you Patchy. Or Patches."

"You are not gonna call me Patchy."

"I like a Gordon with facial hair... but I also like one without it. Makes it better for kissing. Let me get my razor..." She motioned to get up.

He blew it off. "I'm not using that pink thing."

She looked annoyed at that response, but tried to think of a way out of it. "Maybe my foster father's?"

"I'm not using your foster dad's either." He started counting them off finger by finger. "I'm not using your mom's, your dads, your aunts, your uncles, your broth-" Gordon hoped not saying it fully would cover him, but even freezing like he did probably made it clear what he said.

Lor shunted herself away from him, staring off to the rest of her room, as she got up and went for her door.

"Lor I-" It was already slammed before he could explain.

Fuck!

I was just trying to make her laugh. But I went too long. Didn't know when to cut it. Didn't know when to shut up.

A knife fell into his hand as he thrust it into his forehead, making himself into a bleeding unicorn, formerly just a jackass.

Or at least that's what he imagined as he fell back into bed.

As he closed his eyes to think about his mistake, he felt his chest tighten, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep. Gordon didn't dream, as the ghosts and embers of bad feelings just fogged his senses. It felt like a deep sleep, but it wasn't, as there was a running tension in his face even in that state - like he wanted to cry or something.

A violent shake. "Wha wha what - I'm up." It took him a second for the shadows to acclimate. He was used to rude awakenings, his mom getting him up around six so he could catch an early morning bus sent to their house. That wasn't the worst part - it was the drive around mostly empty scenery to pick up other kids. He used to get so excited to see grazing cattle or horses before he got a handheld. So many hours spent just sitting to... sit some more. He couldn't complain - if he missed the bus and he wasn't sick - that'd be his ass on the field working. "Oh Lor... Lor I'm sorry." He forced out with a grogginess, only realising then he hadn't locked her out.

"No no no, shhhh... I was wrong." Gordon found his neck cradled in her arms as she planted kisses on the left side of his face - his hand fell onto her peach fuzz filled arm as she stroked his back - she cradled him and he went along with it, thankful she wasn't mad at him.

They rocked like that for awhile, before he acknowledged another problem. "I kinda screwed up my schedule... I didn't mean to sleep, but when you rushed out..."

She let him go, Lor flopping like a fish over to to the side of her bed and reaching for her night stand. She popped a pill bottle open and swallowed something. "Use the computer..." Her voice was so haggard...

"Won't that..." Lor had fallen face first into her bed and already seemed out of it, not responding. He did as he was told. The cold hum of the computer whirring to life, and he kept reflexively looking back to her, expecting Lor to shift at some point, but she was completely comatose - then his face turned as blue and green as the pill in her bottle, the monitor bright, as he tried to change focus, lifting up her headphones and planting them on his ears.

A square popped up in the corner of the screen: LorMcWar is now online. Then another one appeared.

PynchonFangirl02: Are you mad?
PynchonFangirl02: If this is about the IQ thing, I was just trying to tell you that it's not as big a deal for you because there are other ways to be smart that can't be rated.

Gordon thought about leaving it, and would have preferred to have not even seen the message, but he also didn't want Tish to think anything about the silent treatment.

LorMcWar: Tish, sorry, this isn't Lor. It's you know who.

PynchonFangirl02 is typing

Gordon sat for awhile. Should he even have said that? He should have logged off the instant he was online.

PynchonFangirl02: Oh

His eyes hit the back of his head so hard he had to readjust his neck, as he clicked off and went for the browser. The program was slow to load, but the home page of a search engine eventually came up.

...

His two fingers pecked one at a time. What to even search for?

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Things that suck

I spent most of the night reading. Rants, mainly - while watching (and rewatching) an occasional web toon. Those suckers were getting big, telling me that they're 1mb and 'gonna take awhile.' So while they were loading, I partook in rants about ninjas, movies I had never seen and celebrities I never thought to hate before - but I had found myself stuffed from reading the archives of bloggers or watching the few good non stick figure animations, as an old habit I had picked up after meeting Lor was wanting to rear its ugly head...

He looked up "Britney celeb porn".

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WHOA

He couldn't believe it. He stared at it for awhile. Was that actually legit? He looked down to his pants and then to the sleeping Lor behind him.

Was it worth waking her up...? Nah, he could do it quietly, but he was ready to turn that monitor off if he even had a hint of her waking up - and just as he was about to enjoy himself, a square popped up in the corner of the screen.

PynchonFangirl02: I've given some thought as to what you're doing
PynchonFangirl02: If anything happens, here's my number

He waited for the 'is typing' usual response, but the chat wasn't updating.

The follow up message came fast, bypassing it entirely.

PynchonFangirl02: Look to your left.

There was the sound of something plastic and hollow falling. He pulled off Lor's headphones slowly, as he followed the instructions; a note was indeed written with Tish's number, the pen by it the obvious culprit of the noise.

Show off.

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"Gord! Gord! It's out! It's out!"

Gordon leaped up to a sitting position. "What? What?" She had the beaming glow of a fangirl as she clutched a grey, fancy looking plastic shopping bag with a small square inside of it, her fingers clutched around its middle. She pulled off the rest, revealing a jewel case, and album art he... didn't really understand the relevance of - his face blank.

"It's Chum Bukkit's new CD..."

"Oh..." He raised his voice. "Oooooooooh!" He nodded like 'yeah, that's exactly what I'm into and am also excited as you are.' Honestly, he had downloaded some of their stuff through a free music program while he was away, having seen her poster way back when, wanting to understand Lor more and... he wasn't a fan. It wasn't like they were bad, but he just wasn't into that kind of industrial metal with nearly nonsense lyrics.

Gordon silently watched her cutely bite through the plastic of the corner wrapping after struggling with her nails for a bit, finally getting it open. Lor knocked her hand into her mouse, the screen saver maze of bricks disappearing as she opened her disc tray and put in the album, unplugging the headphones from the speakers.

Lor landed onto the end of the bed with him, their legs both folded, and the noise hit him like a strong wave - his teeth bit down - yup, that was kind of what he was expecting. A distressing feeling overwhelmed him - what was he gonna do? Tell her it sucked and to turn it off? It's not like he was a music critic, but before when he checked them out, he could just turn it off. Now he was past tense and he couldn't exactly leave the room either. He had to listen to 30-40 minutes of this... please don't be a 2 disc release.

But when he turned to Lor, sort of listlessly jamming to the music... it really calmed him.

He didn't care about the song - but he could watch her listen all night long

And I feel fine

I feel alright

I feel alright

I feel alright...
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