Sapientia Et Veritas, Et Non

[lolitics_meme]

"Today is born the seventh one
Born of woman the seventh son
And he in turn of a seventh son
He has the power to heal
He has the gift of the second sight
He is the chosen one
So it shall be written
So it shall be done"

You might've guessed it: We are on the 7th prompt post. Hurray!
And although seven is "the most magical number there is", the rules for

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[anonymous]

Errr GBro being a naughty boy on the internet.

Just...somehow. ANYHOW.

Fill: TBGB, chatroulette, really daft, part 1/2

[anonymous]

Gordon twisted the webcam and flattened his hair as he waited to connect. He hadn’t expected that he would have enjoyed being out of Downing Street, but now that he had so much time on his hands to try something new every day, he was starting to realise the worth of a life out of Government.

“Have you tried chatroulette?” Peter had asked, and Gordon grunted the negative. There had been a light chuckle on the other end of the line, “you should. Chat-roulette, spelt as it sounds. You can find yourself speaking to the most interesting people.”

“I don’t trust you. I still haven’t forgotten the time you downloaded Grindr onto Sarah’s iPhone.”

“Gordon, darling,” the voice had purred. “The boys loved her. Anyway, must be off. It’s Nat’s fortieth and John McCain looks like he needs the company of an intriguing Englishman

Fill: TBGB, chatroulette, really daft, part 2/2

[anonymous]

You: Fuck’s sake, Tony, if anybody sees you naked here, it’ll be recorded and on every news chancel in the world in hours.

Already Tony was tilting his webcam. He was sitting in a wicker armchair on some sort of veranda, the sun shining behind him. His chest was scrawny as Gordon had remembered, and his thighs were parted lazily, his boxers light, every contour clear through the lens of his webcam. Gordon gulped and felt a surge of blood southwards.

Stranger: Polka dots!

You: I can see.

Stranger: Do you like them?

You: No

Stranger: Do you want me to get rid of them then?

Tony’s palm was rubbing the growing bulge in his boxers, his erection pressing the fabric up against his stomach, spotted with precum. As he peeled away the material and pushed his boxers away, he began typing again, his free hand wrapped in a fist around his cock.

Stranger: Do you want me to carry on?

You: Don’t fuck around

You: Get on with itGordon worked his belt open with his left hand, feeling his sturdy erection curling upwards towards his belly, and

Re: Fill: TBGB, chatroulette, really daft, part 2/2

[anonymous]

Daft things usually don't make me blush this much, anon... This was quite something else. Absolutely loved it. Despite the certainly-out-there (but in a cracky manner that is totally befitting to the meme) scenario, your characterisations are stellar. Tony as nonchalant and self-serving in an aggravating manner, Gordon bitter and reluctant and yet can't say no. ♥ ♥ ♥

Re: Fill: TBGB, chatroulette, really daft, part 2/2

[anonymous]

Thank you, anon, really glad you liked it (:

Re: Fill: TBGB, chatroulette, really daft, part 2/2

[anonymous]

Gah! The idea of a naked!Blair lurking around on the internet is truly a terrifying thought!

I kinda love how Blair tries to start off being cool and confident but quickly becomes desperate and needy when it looks like Gordon will disconnect, whilst Gordon remains his usual standoffish and reserved self throughout the whole thing. And then Gordon just cuts off Tony's pleading at the end for Gordon to contact him without a word.

I also loled heartily at Tony's email address! XD

Re: Fill: TBGB, chatroulette, really daft, part 2/2

[anonymous]

Thank you! It's no worse than a lot of the other things we find on chatroulette.

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[anonymous]

brilliant! I still can't stop grinning!

Re: Fill: TBGB, chatroulette, really daft, part 2/2

[anonymous]

Thank you!

Re: Fill: TBGB, chatroulette, really daft, part 2/2

[anonymous]

loling forever.

Poor Gordon, encountering the world of chatroulette and its many, many penises, and trying to have polite conversations with them. And then stumbling across Tony. And Tony's obnoxious smugness and neediness all rolled into one tastelessly-boxered package.

This was sheer genius, author!anon.