Compensation
Title: Compensation
Pairing: Jongkey
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 2,100
Summary: Jonghyun is a street performer. A watching stranger, Kibum, decides to offer some compensation.
Jonghyun notices him during week three of his performances, on a particularly humid night, when the crowd is delightfully grand.
There’s a boy in the very back, watching, but he isn’t like the other bystanders, not at all. He’s stoic, expression bored and arms crossed. His dissimilarity causes a lazy smile to tug at Jonghyun’s lips, half-fond, half-amused. The rest of the cluster is either impressed, enthusiastic, or on the verge of swooning. Then there’s the blonde-headed boy near the back, standing there expressionless.
Jonghyun strums to the instrumental of his personal favorite composition, inaudibly humming the melody as he plays. His eyes wander and lock with the blonde boy’s for perhaps a second, and for some reason, his confidence boosts at the near-nonexistent exchange. He finishes off the final chorus with a newfound energy, throat raw from all the powerful singing but damn does it feel good.
The swarm of individuals applauds readily, calling out shouts of praise and admiration. Jonghyun tries to repress it, but his mouth pulls into a grin, so wide that it actually opens and a small laugh is forced out. He bows swiftly a couple times in his seat, sighing gratefully when a few people drop bills and coins into the open guitar case beside his feet.
“Thank you,” he mouths to each and every generous person that spares even the smallest of pocket change and tiniest piaster. Jonghyun’s heart is soaring, ego perhaps a bit stretched from the overwhelming honor.
The audience disperses eventually, going about their business and distancing themselves from the plaza. It’s already dark-dark enough for the street lights to be mandatory in order to help Jonghyun guide himself home. He lingers behind despite the hour, wiping his baby clean and idly thinking about that mysterious boy from before.
He’s so lost in his thoughts, he hardly registers the pair of feet that intrude his line of vision. He blinks once, then lifts his head, gaze raking over long legs and fit thighs and sharp collarbones and-
Oh. Jonghyun stares, eyes a bit hooded, darkening with approval. It’s him.
Up close, the stranger’s face is stunning, remarkably-shaped and unlike anything Jonghyun has ever seen. His lips are soft-looking and pink, nose small and cute and Jonghyun sort of wants to kiss it. His eyes are an utter contrast to his cute features, though, mysterious and even threatening, dare he say, holding a dangerous aura in their catlike form.
Jonghyun watches dreamily as the boy’s wispy bangs stir with the wind, flitting flawlessly over his eyebrows.
“Hi,” he says, breathless.
The stranger doesn’t say anything in response, only drops to his knees, never breaking his gaze with the street performer. Jonghyun stiffens, still-positioned fingers gripping a bit tighter at his guitar.
“You played very well,” the boy finally speaks, and when he does, Jonghyun swears his heart sprints away without him. His voice is so deep and rich-almost musical, Jonghyun muses (but that might just be his inner-musician’s opinion).
“Th-thank you,” he sputters, mind not catching up with the fact that this beautiful creature is actually speaking to him.
“I’d like to repay you for such a good show,” the boy says, and Jonghyun all-but shivers when he catches the blonde’s tongue teasing at his lower lip, peeping into view.
“I-okay, thank you,” Jonghyun gulps, voiceless, nodding his head toward his still-open case, gesturing for him to toss his donation there. The boy only shakes his head, and Jonghyun’s brows meet.
“Huh?”
“Not like that,” the boy says, and when he reaches forward, long, pale fingers fiddling with Jonghyun’s zipper, the latter sees where he’s going with this and his breath catches, left hand reflexively jumping from the neck of his guitar to cover both of the blonde’s. The boy looks up questioningly, just a note of insecurity flashing across his dark eyes.
“I-what are you doing?” Jonghyun asks weakly with an obviously audible swallow, eyes wide. Surely this boy doesn’t expect to pay him back...sexually?
The blonde raises himself on his knees, straightening his back to look into Jonghyun’s eyes easier. He studies them wordlessly before dipping down, pressing his small lips to the back of the guitarist’s hand, never breaking eye contact all the while. Jonghyun stops breathing, watching as the kneeling boy cradles his left hand with both of his own, pressing kisses to the pads of each of his fingers.
Jonghyun wonders vaguely if this is all a dream. His toes are curled, straining painfully inside his shoes, every muscle in his body taut with anticipation. The boy’s eyes are closed, looking blissfully content as he begins to drag his lips along Jonghyun’s knuckles. Jonghyun shudders, hand trembling in the blonde’s.
“I’m Kibum, by the way,” the boy murmurs against Jonghyun’s fingers, and with that, he drops his hand. It falls lifelessly before Jonghyun comes back from nirvana, re-positioning his hand at his guitar’s neck, albeit shakily.
“Kibum,” he tests, breath knocked out of him. He nods a few times, enjoying the sound of it. “Kibum,” he says again, just because.
Kibum presents a small smile, all sweet and coy and Jonghyun sort of wants to curl him into his arms and never let him go.
“So let me repay you,” Kibum breathes, reminding Jonghyun of the situation he’s actually in. He observes with broad eyes, saliva pooling in his mouth as Kibum lifts his hands once again, tearing Jonghyun’s zipper down. Jonghyun can hear the sound of each tooth descending in the silence of the evening.
“What if someone comes…” he warns feebly, but Kibum shuts him up by pressing a firm palm to his crotch. Jonghyun gasps, eyelids fluttering.
Kibum smirks impishly upon receiving the reaction, plainly satisfied as he begins shamelessly palming Jonghyun’s growing bulge, massaging it to attention. Jonghyun loves every fucking second of those expert hands kneading along his cock, and he’s becoming a panting, slightly perspiring mess in a matter of seconds.
“This was one of your better nights, hm?” Kibum asks conversationally, hooking his fingers under Jonghyun’s bottoms and tugging them down rather roughly. He lets them plummet to pool around his ankles, then promptly leans in, inhaling as he buries his nose in the junction between Jonghyun’s inner thigh and crotch. They shudder in unison, and Jonghyun faintly comprehends that Kibum just implied he had seen his performances before this.
“Yeah,” is all Jonghyun can muster, fighting to keep his lidded, glazed eyes open to watch. Kibum brushes his nose repeatedly to the tip of Jonghyun’s cock, occasionally granting him a flick of his tongue or soft bite of his teeth to cotton. Every little act Kibum performs is so calculated and so uniquely erotic that Jonghyun quickly feels himself becoming embarrassingly aroused, and he flushes when he sees his dick straining painfully against his briefs.
Even though no one is around, being outside while pants-less has this certain thrill to it. Jonghyun can feel his adrenaline pumping violently through his system, but who knows, that’s probably just from the gorgeous blonde he has buried between his legs.
Kibum presses his tongue flat to the clothed length of Jonghyun’s erection and applies slight pressure, and Jonghyun grips onto his guitar for dear life, resolute on ending all this excruciating teasing.
“Please-Kibum,” he rasps out, voice sounding foreign and strangely hoarse. He clears his throat, eyes sluggishly opening. Kibum is ogling him with round, innocent eyes, but the way his pupils are blown hints at his desire. Jonghyun parts his lips to speak, but Kibum begins to mouth persistently at his bulge, causing only a shaky breath to elicit from the seated male's throat.
The blonde’s lips tip playfully yet again, though thankfully, his fingernails scrape under Jonghyun’s waistband, gradually drawing his underwear down. Jonghyun hisses at the delightful pain of Kibum’s blunt nails against his hip bones and shivers when his erection springs out of his moist briefs, already slick and glistening with pre-cum.
Kibum’s gaze drops hungrily to Jonghyun’s arousal, that little pink tongue swiping over his own lips in forethought. Jonghyun squirms, hips wiggling anxiously as he slides down in his seat a little, hoisting his guitar closer to his chest. He’d pack it away neatly like he always does to reduce discomfort, but no way in hell is he ruining the moment, so he just copes for now.
“Do people usually pay you via blowjobs?” Kibum asks humorously, fingers loosely wrapping at the base as he presses his face to Jonghyun’s erection, peering over it to meet Jonghyun’s eyes. The guitarist scoffs, turning his head away in what he hopes is disgust and not humiliation.
Kibum chuckles lowly, running his tongue along Jonghyun’s shaft, from base to tip. Jonghyun inhales sharply at the sudden, ticklish pleasure, every nerve between his legs dancing pleasantly.
Kibum laps at the head of his cock, sporadically digging his tongue into the slit. Jonghyun moans softly and tips his head back, his body unconsciously sliding lower and closer to Kibum’s talented mouth, legs instinctively spreading wider.
The blonde hums appreciatively at the easy access Jonghyun offers him, rewarding him with a sharp suck to the head. Jonghyun spasms a little, crying out as his head hangs off the back of the chair, thighs quaking, legs numb with pleasure.
He doesn’t even care if anyone shows up now because it doesn’t matter, nothing matters, the only thing that matters is Kibum and his fucking magical tongue against Jonghyun’s aching hard-on.
“You look so sexy like that,” Kibum mutters, almost growls into his flesh, then proceeds to eagerly take Jonghyun all the way to the back of his throat, the tip bumping the insides of his wet, heated cheeks. Jonghyun’s eyes roll back in his head, breathing shallow as Kibum begins to deep-throat him like a fucking expert.
Jonghyun’s right hand is awkwardly draped over his guitar, his left hand desperately shooting forward to clutch the side of Kibum’s head, fisting his hair. The kneeling boy grunts excitedly, so Jonghyun begins to rake his nails across the other’s scalp, at least, he tries (though it’s sort of difficult when receiving the best blowjob of his life).
Kibum moans around his shaft, lips parting, and Jonghyun opens his eyes just in time to catch the mixture of saliva of pre-cum that dirties the inside of Kibum’s mouth. Fuck, does that turn him on; he’s groaning urgently when the other boy’s lips latch to his dick again, cheeks hollowing as the suction in his mouth enhances.
“Fuck, Kibum, yes,” Jonghyun whimpers, forcing his heavy head up so he can watch clearly. His hips rock toward the blonde’s mouth, as much as he tries to repress it, but Kibum doesn’t choke. Kibum’s eyes are closed, low moans vibrating from his throat, as if he’s enjoying it just as much as Jonghyun. Jonghyun hazily views the blonde, selflessly tucking his hair behind his ear, fingers lightly massaging around his inner conch piercing.
Kibum’s wet tongue taps against the underside languidly, then brushes the tip, sucking lightly, and Jonghyun loses it, release unwillingly firing from his cock with an almost mortifying alacrity as a gratifying scream tears from his throat.
His lust-clouded eyes crack open, hips still rolling into Kibum’s more-than-happy mouth to ride out his orgasm fully. Kibum graciously sucks until Jonghyun’s fully emptied, then pulls back, swallowing thickly and distinctly.
Jonghyun wheezes in his aftermath, chest rising and falling unevenly in an attempt to calm his rapid heartbeat. His ears are ringing, although pleasantly, and his muscles are relaxed in every sense of the word, lax with satisfaction.
Kibum wipes the excess cum from his lips with his thumb, rocking back on the balls of his feet. His tongue darts out and Jonghyun watches with glossy eyes as the blonde devours the remaining release that dots his flesh.
“Was that good compensation?” Kibum asks smugly (Jonghyun agrees that he has every right to be smug…), finally standing up to brush the filth from his knees.
Jonghyun swiftly places his guitar in her case, self-consciously pulling up his pants and underwear. Kibum chuckles with amusement and glances around, murmuring, “The coast is clear, no worries.”
“To answer,” Jonghyun says, still slightly breathless, “yes, that compensation was perfectly acceptable.”
“Hm,” Kibum looks down at Jonghyun attentively, a glimmer of interest dancing in his eyes. “Then maybe I’ll repay you again sometime.”
Jonghyun matches Kibum’s smirk, hand extending to coil around Kibum’s thin wrist. He yanks him forward, their lips meeting for the first time in a rather clumsy clash of mouths, teeth clicking.
He pulls back just as quickly as he gets there, and a swell of pride blooms in his chest when he sees Kibum is wide-eyed with shock, high cheekbones dusted with a rare pink.
“I have another performance Saturday,” Jonghyun exhales, eyes flitting down to Kibum’s lips before flying back up to his eyes again.
Kibum draws away wordlessly, nimble fingers brushing Jonghyun’s forearm as he turns to walk away. “I know.”
A/N: this is something i found laying around that i'd written god knows how long ago...it was inspired by a doodle my friend made. you can look at the doodle here. XD she thought it was bad but i was like THIS IS GENIUS and then out came this fic. OTL but i wrote this well over a year ago, so i'm a bit self-conscious...anyway, might as well let it see the light of day, right?? ;;
Pairing: Jongkey
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 2,100
Summary: Jonghyun is a street performer. A watching stranger, Kibum, decides to offer some compensation.
Jonghyun notices him during week three of his performances, on a particularly humid night, when the crowd is delightfully grand.
There’s a boy in the very back, watching, but he isn’t like the other bystanders, not at all. He’s stoic, expression bored and arms crossed. His dissimilarity causes a lazy smile to tug at Jonghyun’s lips, half-fond, half-amused. The rest of the cluster is either impressed, enthusiastic, or on the verge of swooning. Then there’s the blonde-headed boy near the back, standing there expressionless.
Jonghyun strums to the instrumental of his personal favorite composition, inaudibly humming the melody as he plays. His eyes wander and lock with the blonde boy’s for perhaps a second, and for some reason, his confidence boosts at the near-nonexistent exchange. He finishes off the final chorus with a newfound energy, throat raw from all the powerful singing but damn does it feel good.
The swarm of individuals applauds readily, calling out shouts of praise and admiration. Jonghyun tries to repress it, but his mouth pulls into a grin, so wide that it actually opens and a small laugh is forced out. He bows swiftly a couple times in his seat, sighing gratefully when a few people drop bills and coins into the open guitar case beside his feet.
“Thank you,” he mouths to each and every generous person that spares even the smallest of pocket change and tiniest piaster. Jonghyun’s heart is soaring, ego perhaps a bit stretched from the overwhelming honor.
The audience disperses eventually, going about their business and distancing themselves from the plaza. It’s already dark-dark enough for the street lights to be mandatory in order to help Jonghyun guide himself home. He lingers behind despite the hour, wiping his baby clean and idly thinking about that mysterious boy from before.
He’s so lost in his thoughts, he hardly registers the pair of feet that intrude his line of vision. He blinks once, then lifts his head, gaze raking over long legs and fit thighs and sharp collarbones and-
Oh. Jonghyun stares, eyes a bit hooded, darkening with approval. It’s him.
Up close, the stranger’s face is stunning, remarkably-shaped and unlike anything Jonghyun has ever seen. His lips are soft-looking and pink, nose small and cute and Jonghyun sort of wants to kiss it. His eyes are an utter contrast to his cute features, though, mysterious and even threatening, dare he say, holding a dangerous aura in their catlike form.
Jonghyun watches dreamily as the boy’s wispy bangs stir with the wind, flitting flawlessly over his eyebrows.
“Hi,” he says, breathless.
The stranger doesn’t say anything in response, only drops to his knees, never breaking his gaze with the street performer. Jonghyun stiffens, still-positioned fingers gripping a bit tighter at his guitar.
“You played very well,” the boy finally speaks, and when he does, Jonghyun swears his heart sprints away without him. His voice is so deep and rich-almost musical, Jonghyun muses (but that might just be his inner-musician’s opinion).
“Th-thank you,” he sputters, mind not catching up with the fact that this beautiful creature is actually speaking to him.
“I’d like to repay you for such a good show,” the boy says, and Jonghyun all-but shivers when he catches the blonde’s tongue teasing at his lower lip, peeping into view.
“I-okay, thank you,” Jonghyun gulps, voiceless, nodding his head toward his still-open case, gesturing for him to toss his donation there. The boy only shakes his head, and Jonghyun’s brows meet.
“Huh?”
“Not like that,” the boy says, and when he reaches forward, long, pale fingers fiddling with Jonghyun’s zipper, the latter sees where he’s going with this and his breath catches, left hand reflexively jumping from the neck of his guitar to cover both of the blonde’s. The boy looks up questioningly, just a note of insecurity flashing across his dark eyes.
“I-what are you doing?” Jonghyun asks weakly with an obviously audible swallow, eyes wide. Surely this boy doesn’t expect to pay him back...sexually?
The blonde raises himself on his knees, straightening his back to look into Jonghyun’s eyes easier. He studies them wordlessly before dipping down, pressing his small lips to the back of the guitarist’s hand, never breaking eye contact all the while. Jonghyun stops breathing, watching as the kneeling boy cradles his left hand with both of his own, pressing kisses to the pads of each of his fingers.
Jonghyun wonders vaguely if this is all a dream. His toes are curled, straining painfully inside his shoes, every muscle in his body taut with anticipation. The boy’s eyes are closed, looking blissfully content as he begins to drag his lips along Jonghyun’s knuckles. Jonghyun shudders, hand trembling in the blonde’s.
“I’m Kibum, by the way,” the boy murmurs against Jonghyun’s fingers, and with that, he drops his hand. It falls lifelessly before Jonghyun comes back from nirvana, re-positioning his hand at his guitar’s neck, albeit shakily.
“Kibum,” he tests, breath knocked out of him. He nods a few times, enjoying the sound of it. “Kibum,” he says again, just because.
Kibum presents a small smile, all sweet and coy and Jonghyun sort of wants to curl him into his arms and never let him go.
“So let me repay you,” Kibum breathes, reminding Jonghyun of the situation he’s actually in. He observes with broad eyes, saliva pooling in his mouth as Kibum lifts his hands once again, tearing Jonghyun’s zipper down. Jonghyun can hear the sound of each tooth descending in the silence of the evening.
“What if someone comes…” he warns feebly, but Kibum shuts him up by pressing a firm palm to his crotch. Jonghyun gasps, eyelids fluttering.
Kibum smirks impishly upon receiving the reaction, plainly satisfied as he begins shamelessly palming Jonghyun’s growing bulge, massaging it to attention. Jonghyun loves every fucking second of those expert hands kneading along his cock, and he’s becoming a panting, slightly perspiring mess in a matter of seconds.
“This was one of your better nights, hm?” Kibum asks conversationally, hooking his fingers under Jonghyun’s bottoms and tugging them down rather roughly. He lets them plummet to pool around his ankles, then promptly leans in, inhaling as he buries his nose in the junction between Jonghyun’s inner thigh and crotch. They shudder in unison, and Jonghyun faintly comprehends that Kibum just implied he had seen his performances before this.
“Yeah,” is all Jonghyun can muster, fighting to keep his lidded, glazed eyes open to watch. Kibum brushes his nose repeatedly to the tip of Jonghyun’s cock, occasionally granting him a flick of his tongue or soft bite of his teeth to cotton. Every little act Kibum performs is so calculated and so uniquely erotic that Jonghyun quickly feels himself becoming embarrassingly aroused, and he flushes when he sees his dick straining painfully against his briefs.
Even though no one is around, being outside while pants-less has this certain thrill to it. Jonghyun can feel his adrenaline pumping violently through his system, but who knows, that’s probably just from the gorgeous blonde he has buried between his legs.
Kibum presses his tongue flat to the clothed length of Jonghyun’s erection and applies slight pressure, and Jonghyun grips onto his guitar for dear life, resolute on ending all this excruciating teasing.
“Please-Kibum,” he rasps out, voice sounding foreign and strangely hoarse. He clears his throat, eyes sluggishly opening. Kibum is ogling him with round, innocent eyes, but the way his pupils are blown hints at his desire. Jonghyun parts his lips to speak, but Kibum begins to mouth persistently at his bulge, causing only a shaky breath to elicit from the seated male's throat.
The blonde’s lips tip playfully yet again, though thankfully, his fingernails scrape under Jonghyun’s waistband, gradually drawing his underwear down. Jonghyun hisses at the delightful pain of Kibum’s blunt nails against his hip bones and shivers when his erection springs out of his moist briefs, already slick and glistening with pre-cum.
Kibum’s gaze drops hungrily to Jonghyun’s arousal, that little pink tongue swiping over his own lips in forethought. Jonghyun squirms, hips wiggling anxiously as he slides down in his seat a little, hoisting his guitar closer to his chest. He’d pack it away neatly like he always does to reduce discomfort, but no way in hell is he ruining the moment, so he just copes for now.
“Do people usually pay you via blowjobs?” Kibum asks humorously, fingers loosely wrapping at the base as he presses his face to Jonghyun’s erection, peering over it to meet Jonghyun’s eyes. The guitarist scoffs, turning his head away in what he hopes is disgust and not humiliation.
Kibum chuckles lowly, running his tongue along Jonghyun’s shaft, from base to tip. Jonghyun inhales sharply at the sudden, ticklish pleasure, every nerve between his legs dancing pleasantly.
Kibum laps at the head of his cock, sporadically digging his tongue into the slit. Jonghyun moans softly and tips his head back, his body unconsciously sliding lower and closer to Kibum’s talented mouth, legs instinctively spreading wider.
The blonde hums appreciatively at the easy access Jonghyun offers him, rewarding him with a sharp suck to the head. Jonghyun spasms a little, crying out as his head hangs off the back of the chair, thighs quaking, legs numb with pleasure.
He doesn’t even care if anyone shows up now because it doesn’t matter, nothing matters, the only thing that matters is Kibum and his fucking magical tongue against Jonghyun’s aching hard-on.
“You look so sexy like that,” Kibum mutters, almost growls into his flesh, then proceeds to eagerly take Jonghyun all the way to the back of his throat, the tip bumping the insides of his wet, heated cheeks. Jonghyun’s eyes roll back in his head, breathing shallow as Kibum begins to deep-throat him like a fucking expert.
Jonghyun’s right hand is awkwardly draped over his guitar, his left hand desperately shooting forward to clutch the side of Kibum’s head, fisting his hair. The kneeling boy grunts excitedly, so Jonghyun begins to rake his nails across the other’s scalp, at least, he tries (though it’s sort of difficult when receiving the best blowjob of his life).
Kibum moans around his shaft, lips parting, and Jonghyun opens his eyes just in time to catch the mixture of saliva of pre-cum that dirties the inside of Kibum’s mouth. Fuck, does that turn him on; he’s groaning urgently when the other boy’s lips latch to his dick again, cheeks hollowing as the suction in his mouth enhances.
“Fuck, Kibum, yes,” Jonghyun whimpers, forcing his heavy head up so he can watch clearly. His hips rock toward the blonde’s mouth, as much as he tries to repress it, but Kibum doesn’t choke. Kibum’s eyes are closed, low moans vibrating from his throat, as if he’s enjoying it just as much as Jonghyun. Jonghyun hazily views the blonde, selflessly tucking his hair behind his ear, fingers lightly massaging around his inner conch piercing.
Kibum’s wet tongue taps against the underside languidly, then brushes the tip, sucking lightly, and Jonghyun loses it, release unwillingly firing from his cock with an almost mortifying alacrity as a gratifying scream tears from his throat.
His lust-clouded eyes crack open, hips still rolling into Kibum’s more-than-happy mouth to ride out his orgasm fully. Kibum graciously sucks until Jonghyun’s fully emptied, then pulls back, swallowing thickly and distinctly.
Jonghyun wheezes in his aftermath, chest rising and falling unevenly in an attempt to calm his rapid heartbeat. His ears are ringing, although pleasantly, and his muscles are relaxed in every sense of the word, lax with satisfaction.
Kibum wipes the excess cum from his lips with his thumb, rocking back on the balls of his feet. His tongue darts out and Jonghyun watches with glossy eyes as the blonde devours the remaining release that dots his flesh.
“Was that good compensation?” Kibum asks smugly (Jonghyun agrees that he has every right to be smug…), finally standing up to brush the filth from his knees.
Jonghyun swiftly places his guitar in her case, self-consciously pulling up his pants and underwear. Kibum chuckles with amusement and glances around, murmuring, “The coast is clear, no worries.”
“To answer,” Jonghyun says, still slightly breathless, “yes, that compensation was perfectly acceptable.”
“Hm,” Kibum looks down at Jonghyun attentively, a glimmer of interest dancing in his eyes. “Then maybe I’ll repay you again sometime.”
Jonghyun matches Kibum’s smirk, hand extending to coil around Kibum’s thin wrist. He yanks him forward, their lips meeting for the first time in a rather clumsy clash of mouths, teeth clicking.
He pulls back just as quickly as he gets there, and a swell of pride blooms in his chest when he sees Kibum is wide-eyed with shock, high cheekbones dusted with a rare pink.
“I have another performance Saturday,” Jonghyun exhales, eyes flitting down to Kibum’s lips before flying back up to his eyes again.
Kibum draws away wordlessly, nimble fingers brushing Jonghyun’s forearm as he turns to walk away. “I know.”
A/N: this is something i found laying around that i'd written god knows how long ago...it was inspired by a doodle my friend made. you can look at the doodle here. XD she thought it was bad but i was like THIS IS GENIUS and then out came this fic. OTL but i wrote this well over a year ago, so i'm a bit self-conscious...anyway, might as well let it see the light of day, right?? ;;
