I suck (Disco)
This prompt killed my higher brain. *Dead.* So you get a story from the part of my brain that was left alive: The pointless, porny humor part. Yeah. Also, since the pointless, porny humor part of my brain has no attention span, it's short. :P
Vinnie blinked at them, a little horrified but a lot amused, as they hung there innocently, stuffed behind all the suits and sweaters and slacks in Sonny’s closet. Behind him, he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening as Sonny came out, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from...them. Even though Sonny was probably shirtless and damp...Vinnie tore his eyes away. Not soon enough, though. Sonny had noticed and was walking up behind him, toweling his hair and looking at Vinnie curiously.
"What'd you find in there, man? A dead rat or somethin- Oh." He saw what Vinnie had been looking at. Sonny glared at him. "Don't you say a *word*."
Vinnie blinked at him as innocently as he could, "Who, me?" and burst out laughing. Sonny punched him in the shoulder.
"Shut up! The seventies were good to me, all right?"
"Musta been," Vinnie managed between guffaws. "If you've still got *those*."
Sonny shoved some of his suits over, concealing the pants, and punched Vinnie again, just for good measure.
"Okay, okay," Vinnie chuckled, rubbing the abused spot on his arm. "I'll shut up. But jeez, Sonny: Bell bottoms? *Nylon* ones?? It just seems so...not you."
"I haven’t worn them in ten years!"
"Hey, I believe you," Vinnie assured him, nodding with a straight face. Then it cracked into a huge smirk, and he started humming 'Disco Inferno' tunelessly under his breath. Sonny narrowed his eyes and jumped him.
* * *
Sonny gasped and tangled his hands in Vinnie's hair, Vinnie's mouth tight and stroking, perfect. There was a faint vibration there, too, pushing him closer to the top all the time, adding tantalizingly to the sensation...he groaned, and fell over the edge.
He lay, panting, for a moment, then laughed. Vinnie, his eyes sparkling with humor, had been humming the Bee Gees (slightly off key) around Sonny’s cock.
"Bastard," Sonny hissed, chuckling as he started to recover and move down towards Vinnie's neglected erection to return the favor.
"Maybe," Vinnie agreed, grinning, "but at least I don't have a pair of bell-bottoms still stashed in my clo-oset..."
His voice went high and breathless on the last syllable as Sonny finally brushed against his aching cock.
"You're gonna pay for that," Sonny said, smirking, and lowered his head.
P.S. I also suck at porn. This is the second piece of porn I've written. Ever.
Vinnie blinked at them, a little horrified but a lot amused, as they hung there innocently, stuffed behind all the suits and sweaters and slacks in Sonny’s closet. Behind him, he heard the sound of the bathroom door opening as Sonny came out, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from...them. Even though Sonny was probably shirtless and damp...Vinnie tore his eyes away. Not soon enough, though. Sonny had noticed and was walking up behind him, toweling his hair and looking at Vinnie curiously.
"What'd you find in there, man? A dead rat or somethin- Oh." He saw what Vinnie had been looking at. Sonny glared at him. "Don't you say a *word*."
Vinnie blinked at him as innocently as he could, "Who, me?" and burst out laughing. Sonny punched him in the shoulder.
"Shut up! The seventies were good to me, all right?"
"Musta been," Vinnie managed between guffaws. "If you've still got *those*."
Sonny shoved some of his suits over, concealing the pants, and punched Vinnie again, just for good measure.
"Okay, okay," Vinnie chuckled, rubbing the abused spot on his arm. "I'll shut up. But jeez, Sonny: Bell bottoms? *Nylon* ones?? It just seems so...not you."
"I haven’t worn them in ten years!"
"Hey, I believe you," Vinnie assured him, nodding with a straight face. Then it cracked into a huge smirk, and he started humming 'Disco Inferno' tunelessly under his breath. Sonny narrowed his eyes and jumped him.
* * *
Sonny gasped and tangled his hands in Vinnie's hair, Vinnie's mouth tight and stroking, perfect. There was a faint vibration there, too, pushing him closer to the top all the time, adding tantalizingly to the sensation...he groaned, and fell over the edge.
He lay, panting, for a moment, then laughed. Vinnie, his eyes sparkling with humor, had been humming the Bee Gees (slightly off key) around Sonny’s cock.
"Bastard," Sonny hissed, chuckling as he started to recover and move down towards Vinnie's neglected erection to return the favor.
"Maybe," Vinnie agreed, grinning, "but at least I don't have a pair of bell-bottoms still stashed in my clo-oset..."
His voice went high and breathless on the last syllable as Sonny finally brushed against his aching cock.
"You're gonna pay for that," Sonny said, smirking, and lowered his head.
P.S. I also suck at porn. This is the second piece of porn I've written. Ever.