Kevin & Cammie | Thursday evening
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xp_logsCammie traumatizes Kevin for his birthday, because no birthday is complete without trauma.
Cammie was lying in wait. She knew that Kevin spent a lot of time in the metal shop, but she wasn’t there. She was in the room he was using as he stayed here. The kid had to lay down sometime, and she figured a nice birthday heart attack and some fun was in order.
She was sprawled on his bed, tapping a leather riding crop on her hip as she waited. She had even dressed up a bit for this. A leather top and pleated skirt she had bought at one point and just tossed aside when she remembered why she hated skirts.
Various wrapped implements of evil were spread across the bed as Cammie lounged and grinned.
This was going to be great.
Kevin was hot and sticky and sweaty and mostly he just wanted to shower. He'd spent most of the day split between hiding in the metal shop and hiding in plain sight with very dangerous tools as a hopeful deterrent to birthday well wishes. It wasn't that Kevin had anything against his birthday, per se. He just never saw the point in celebrating it. At all. Last year it had been because Jay had wanted to. The year before he was at Muir. The year he turned seventeen...well him and his dad had gone to a baseball game and hung out. Birthdays had pretty much been dreaded since he'd manifested and his father had ceased to be.
His shirt was half off when a gloved hand turned the metal handle on the door and he walked into the guest room he was currently set up in. And then Kevin froze, jaw attempting rather valiantly to hit the ground. He swallowed--hard-- and his jaw went back to trying to give in to gravity. "Uh...hi Cammie. You're...wearing a lot less clothing than usual." His voice was soft, slow and distracted. His head had even tilted to the side a bit when his eyes had run down the length of her legs. Jesus Christ.
“Well, if it isn’t the Birthday Boy. I thought I might have the wrong room for a moment,” she said, her tone just an inch away from laughter. “So… how many spankings do I owe ya?” she said, the whip playfully smacking her own hip. “I also brought you some presents, so pick your jaw back up and come on over. Can’t get anything accomplished with you over there.”
"Uh, what're we accomplishing, exactly? 'Cause Ah'm really not the spankin' sort." Well, Kevin had never been spanked so maybe he was lying there but he'd rather not try it out to find out if he really was or not. He was perfectly content living his life without recreational spanking. The door clicked shut behind him, but Kevin didn't go any closer to the bed. He didn't even manage to pull his shirt off the rest of the way.
“Well, then you spank me,” Cammie said, “Either way, someone gets birthday spankings,” she had to laugh a bit at the look that still covered his face. “I got a lot of things, and hey, I figure we all deserve a bit of fun on our birthdays, right? So come on over, and if nothing else, I’m going to get a laugh out of you.”
Keivn pulled his tee shirt back on, grumbling all the while about being hot and sticky and clothing seriously sucking right now. "None of that looks like boardgames." He still hadn't moved much father from the door, but the astonished expression had at least erased from his face for the most part. "Ah really don't like Ah'm the kinky sort, Cam. And, y'know, that all looks like you hate me a whole lot there." Was that a paddle that had the word slut carved out of it? And...nipple clamps? Was it too late to make a run for it?
“I don’t hate you,” she promised, “In the end if you can’t laugh at stuff like this you’ll go crazy, trust me. No board games and you don’t have to do anything other than come on over and sit down. And maybe open your presents. I promise some of them are even real presents,” she said, sitting up, “It’s all about presentation though. And I did get your attention. And hey, if some of this stuff works, you could even get some birthday head outta the deal.”
Kevin had started to trail toward the bed where Cammie sat until he froze at the words birthday head. He actually choked on his saliva in the middle of trying to swallow. Had she just--? She totally did. His eyes widened. "Uh, last Ah knew you didn't have an amazing regenerating ability or invulnerability. Or an attraction to me." The last was the most important bit, but seriously. The thought of her giving him head did two things. First it made him rock hard. Second it gave him mental images of half her face being withered away and that immediately destroyed any hard-on he had.
“That’s what some of the birthday gifts are for. SOMETHING out there has to work. I mean, your clothes aren't wilting off your body. And you’re cute enough. It’s a friend thing; I don’t exactly have the world’s most normal moral compass. We’re friends, there shouldn’t be any complications involved if either of us wanted a bit of no-strings-attached fun,” she said with a laugh, “Don’t think about it too much, but anyway,” she dug through a pile, “This one’s real,” she said, holding up a package that was some wrapped CDs of choice metal, or what she found was choice among the genre, “Also got you some drawing supplies as so you can draw things to paint on my ass. Or just draw in general. There’s also bubble wrap, lube, and these,” she said, holding up a wrapped package. Forge gave me this idea. Come here and start opening things.”
He was so screwed. And not in the happy way she was talking about. Kevin actually cringed at the small package she said was Forge's idea. He really didn't want to know, did he? So why was he walking the rest of the way and flopping down on the bed beside her? "My clothes aren't wilting off my body because Clarice finds the only things that are inorganic, synthetic cloth in the world and she's amazing. And, um, you know, Jay didn't try this hard and he dated me." Which probably said a lot about their relationship. The one boundary Jay mostly respected, oddly enough. "Y'know it's...not as simple as you make it out to be."
“I know, which is why most of this stuff isn’t really sex related. Most people get a card or cake for friends. I don’t like that, it’s boring. You’d be expecting that,” she said, “And it’s totally his loss. But me, I’m just insane and out to make a guy’s birthday memorable,” she smiled at him, “So stop looking like I’m trying to murder you and open some of this stuff. I brought bubble wrap.”
"Not gonna argue the insane thing." Kevin sighed and opened the package he was pretty sure she'd said was a real present. Music. Thank God. Music was safe. He relaxed a little. "Are you planning to wrap me in bubble wrap or just annoy everyone by sitting on the roof popping the bubbles?" Kevin held his hand out for another present, figuring he may as well just submit his fate to her here.
“Whatever you want, Birthday Boy,” Cammie said, handing over the present that Forge had suggested barring her alternative, “I’m cool with either. Now, open that up.”
He eyed the package warily but did as she said. The moment he saw what it was he flushed a deep scarlet. "Uh, Ah--erm, well. Heh, thanks Forge." The last was muttered. "Ah'm pretty sure Ah'd just melt through these, actually."
“Yeah, you know, I figured that. Which is why I asked if he knew anything that worked but he was all like that’d be expensive and stuff. So my other idea is cellophane. Or the internet. I’m sure we can find you something on the internet,” Cammie said, handing over a gift that was wrapped art supplies, she figured one real gift and one horrible gift was a good pattern to go by.
"Cellophane's organic," he recited mechanically, as if he'd said that a lot for some reason. At this point he knew a fair few things that were organic just because he'd watched them melt and turn to dust at his touch. He unwrapped the next gift cautiously, though a faint smile appeared when he saw the various pens and brushes and pencils contained within.
“Then we hit the internet. There has to be something out there we can use that would work,” she laughed, “Maybe one of your shirts, as long as it doesn’t have a hole in it.”
"I don't usually keep the ones with holes, too risky." And then it struck Kevin exactly what she was implying. Was she implying that? Had he lost track of the conversation? They were still talking, hypothetically, about head, right? But a shirt and a blow job...that didn't really get on too well. Whereas a shirt and penetrative...okay he had to not think about the practicalities. Or the logistics. Or any of that.
“I mean, it is just an idea. I’ll check the internet later, okay?” she said, handing him another wrapped gift. This one was wrapped in bubble wrap. And was flavored lubricant. Strawberry, “I’m told people like that flavor, I wouldn’t know. I get mine at jiffy lube,” she joked.
Kevin wasn't actually sure if he was still blushing or if it was rescinding. With his luck it was likely getting deeper. Damnit. "Flavored lube seems kinda...you don't use lube before going down on someone so why?" It just made no sense to Kevin. Obviously he had no sense of adventure where sex was concerned. Or any sense of anything beyond what he got from porn, really. He added the lube to the pile Stuff That's Not Kevin Friendly But Well Intentioned, where the condoms were.
"Some people do, I guess. I wouldn't fucking know, I've never needed it. But I figure you can maybe use it like strawberry syrup on ice cream and get some good reactions down in the kitchen," she said with a grin.
Kevin moved that to its own pile of Potentially Useful. Someone would kill him for it, of course. Laurie. Or Callie. Wait, no, he didn't want Callie to kill him. Then she might take away his cake! That was good cake, though. Quick, someone save the cake! Kevin cleared his throat. "Yeah, could probably find non-sexual use for that."
"And other than that, there's a few more art related things... unless you wanted the riding crop. Don't forget the bubble wrap," Cammie added happily, "There's that too."
Kevin's eyes went wider and he edged away from Cammie. "I like art supplies."
Cammie was lying in wait. She knew that Kevin spent a lot of time in the metal shop, but she wasn’t there. She was in the room he was using as he stayed here. The kid had to lay down sometime, and she figured a nice birthday heart attack and some fun was in order.
She was sprawled on his bed, tapping a leather riding crop on her hip as she waited. She had even dressed up a bit for this. A leather top and pleated skirt she had bought at one point and just tossed aside when she remembered why she hated skirts.
Various wrapped implements of evil were spread across the bed as Cammie lounged and grinned.
This was going to be great.
Kevin was hot and sticky and sweaty and mostly he just wanted to shower. He'd spent most of the day split between hiding in the metal shop and hiding in plain sight with very dangerous tools as a hopeful deterrent to birthday well wishes. It wasn't that Kevin had anything against his birthday, per se. He just never saw the point in celebrating it. At all. Last year it had been because Jay had wanted to. The year before he was at Muir. The year he turned seventeen...well him and his dad had gone to a baseball game and hung out. Birthdays had pretty much been dreaded since he'd manifested and his father had ceased to be.
His shirt was half off when a gloved hand turned the metal handle on the door and he walked into the guest room he was currently set up in. And then Kevin froze, jaw attempting rather valiantly to hit the ground. He swallowed--hard-- and his jaw went back to trying to give in to gravity. "Uh...hi Cammie. You're...wearing a lot less clothing than usual." His voice was soft, slow and distracted. His head had even tilted to the side a bit when his eyes had run down the length of her legs. Jesus Christ.
“Well, if it isn’t the Birthday Boy. I thought I might have the wrong room for a moment,” she said, her tone just an inch away from laughter. “So… how many spankings do I owe ya?” she said, the whip playfully smacking her own hip. “I also brought you some presents, so pick your jaw back up and come on over. Can’t get anything accomplished with you over there.”
"Uh, what're we accomplishing, exactly? 'Cause Ah'm really not the spankin' sort." Well, Kevin had never been spanked so maybe he was lying there but he'd rather not try it out to find out if he really was or not. He was perfectly content living his life without recreational spanking. The door clicked shut behind him, but Kevin didn't go any closer to the bed. He didn't even manage to pull his shirt off the rest of the way.
“Well, then you spank me,” Cammie said, “Either way, someone gets birthday spankings,” she had to laugh a bit at the look that still covered his face. “I got a lot of things, and hey, I figure we all deserve a bit of fun on our birthdays, right? So come on over, and if nothing else, I’m going to get a laugh out of you.”
Keivn pulled his tee shirt back on, grumbling all the while about being hot and sticky and clothing seriously sucking right now. "None of that looks like boardgames." He still hadn't moved much father from the door, but the astonished expression had at least erased from his face for the most part. "Ah really don't like Ah'm the kinky sort, Cam. And, y'know, that all looks like you hate me a whole lot there." Was that a paddle that had the word slut carved out of it? And...nipple clamps? Was it too late to make a run for it?
“I don’t hate you,” she promised, “In the end if you can’t laugh at stuff like this you’ll go crazy, trust me. No board games and you don’t have to do anything other than come on over and sit down. And maybe open your presents. I promise some of them are even real presents,” she said, sitting up, “It’s all about presentation though. And I did get your attention. And hey, if some of this stuff works, you could even get some birthday head outta the deal.”
Kevin had started to trail toward the bed where Cammie sat until he froze at the words birthday head. He actually choked on his saliva in the middle of trying to swallow. Had she just--? She totally did. His eyes widened. "Uh, last Ah knew you didn't have an amazing regenerating ability or invulnerability. Or an attraction to me." The last was the most important bit, but seriously. The thought of her giving him head did two things. First it made him rock hard. Second it gave him mental images of half her face being withered away and that immediately destroyed any hard-on he had.
“That’s what some of the birthday gifts are for. SOMETHING out there has to work. I mean, your clothes aren't wilting off your body. And you’re cute enough. It’s a friend thing; I don’t exactly have the world’s most normal moral compass. We’re friends, there shouldn’t be any complications involved if either of us wanted a bit of no-strings-attached fun,” she said with a laugh, “Don’t think about it too much, but anyway,” she dug through a pile, “This one’s real,” she said, holding up a package that was some wrapped CDs of choice metal, or what she found was choice among the genre, “Also got you some drawing supplies as so you can draw things to paint on my ass. Or just draw in general. There’s also bubble wrap, lube, and these,” she said, holding up a wrapped package. Forge gave me this idea. Come here and start opening things.”
He was so screwed. And not in the happy way she was talking about. Kevin actually cringed at the small package she said was Forge's idea. He really didn't want to know, did he? So why was he walking the rest of the way and flopping down on the bed beside her? "My clothes aren't wilting off my body because Clarice finds the only things that are inorganic, synthetic cloth in the world and she's amazing. And, um, you know, Jay didn't try this hard and he dated me." Which probably said a lot about their relationship. The one boundary Jay mostly respected, oddly enough. "Y'know it's...not as simple as you make it out to be."
“I know, which is why most of this stuff isn’t really sex related. Most people get a card or cake for friends. I don’t like that, it’s boring. You’d be expecting that,” she said, “And it’s totally his loss. But me, I’m just insane and out to make a guy’s birthday memorable,” she smiled at him, “So stop looking like I’m trying to murder you and open some of this stuff. I brought bubble wrap.”
"Not gonna argue the insane thing." Kevin sighed and opened the package he was pretty sure she'd said was a real present. Music. Thank God. Music was safe. He relaxed a little. "Are you planning to wrap me in bubble wrap or just annoy everyone by sitting on the roof popping the bubbles?" Kevin held his hand out for another present, figuring he may as well just submit his fate to her here.
“Whatever you want, Birthday Boy,” Cammie said, handing over the present that Forge had suggested barring her alternative, “I’m cool with either. Now, open that up.”
He eyed the package warily but did as she said. The moment he saw what it was he flushed a deep scarlet. "Uh, Ah--erm, well. Heh, thanks Forge." The last was muttered. "Ah'm pretty sure Ah'd just melt through these, actually."
“Yeah, you know, I figured that. Which is why I asked if he knew anything that worked but he was all like that’d be expensive and stuff. So my other idea is cellophane. Or the internet. I’m sure we can find you something on the internet,” Cammie said, handing over a gift that was wrapped art supplies, she figured one real gift and one horrible gift was a good pattern to go by.
"Cellophane's organic," he recited mechanically, as if he'd said that a lot for some reason. At this point he knew a fair few things that were organic just because he'd watched them melt and turn to dust at his touch. He unwrapped the next gift cautiously, though a faint smile appeared when he saw the various pens and brushes and pencils contained within.
“Then we hit the internet. There has to be something out there we can use that would work,” she laughed, “Maybe one of your shirts, as long as it doesn’t have a hole in it.”
"I don't usually keep the ones with holes, too risky." And then it struck Kevin exactly what she was implying. Was she implying that? Had he lost track of the conversation? They were still talking, hypothetically, about head, right? But a shirt and a blow job...that didn't really get on too well. Whereas a shirt and penetrative...okay he had to not think about the practicalities. Or the logistics. Or any of that.
“I mean, it is just an idea. I’ll check the internet later, okay?” she said, handing him another wrapped gift. This one was wrapped in bubble wrap. And was flavored lubricant. Strawberry, “I’m told people like that flavor, I wouldn’t know. I get mine at jiffy lube,” she joked.
Kevin wasn't actually sure if he was still blushing or if it was rescinding. With his luck it was likely getting deeper. Damnit. "Flavored lube seems kinda...you don't use lube before going down on someone so why?" It just made no sense to Kevin. Obviously he had no sense of adventure where sex was concerned. Or any sense of anything beyond what he got from porn, really. He added the lube to the pile Stuff That's Not Kevin Friendly But Well Intentioned, where the condoms were.
"Some people do, I guess. I wouldn't fucking know, I've never needed it. But I figure you can maybe use it like strawberry syrup on ice cream and get some good reactions down in the kitchen," she said with a grin.
Kevin moved that to its own pile of Potentially Useful. Someone would kill him for it, of course. Laurie. Or Callie. Wait, no, he didn't want Callie to kill him. Then she might take away his cake! That was good cake, though. Quick, someone save the cake! Kevin cleared his throat. "Yeah, could probably find non-sexual use for that."
"And other than that, there's a few more art related things... unless you wanted the riding crop. Don't forget the bubble wrap," Cammie added happily, "There's that too."
Kevin's eyes went wider and he edged away from Cammie. "I like art supplies."
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