《{Smut Warning} Big Fun {Kurt Kelly X Ram Sweeney}》Chapter 1 {Is that weed?}
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Kurt Kelly seems to be the only sober one at this party. Veronica Sawyer is flirting with some guy, the Heathers are all passed out, Ram, well, he's attempting to hump a lamp.
As he looks around, Kurt can't believe that he actually came to this party. It's boring, and Ram is paying no attention to him. Really, what did he expect? Kurt never exactly knew why he was so desperate for Ram's attention, but when he did get it, he was satisfied.
He tapped the drunk Ram on the shoulder, Ram turning around with a devious smirk. Kurt is confused when his arm is grabbed, and Ram leads him out on to the patio.
Kelly then realizes, far too late, that he's going over the edge of the railing. Then both he and Ram splash into the pool. Laughing, he turns to Ram, recognizing that the other male is singing, so he shuts himself up to save Sweeney the breath.
He often likes to call Ram by his last name, because, well, he doesn't really know why. It's something they've both done since Junior year. He then felt Ram's fingers latch onto his shoulders, looking dazed, as he sings still.
Watching porn on Cinemax, Yeah... He'll probably be off doing just that with a girl some time soon. He'll probably even get a blowjob. Whatever, Kurt couldn't care less. He felt happy for his friend, hell, the guy could get any girl he wanted.
Those mucules, which could be seen through his shirt, the firm hands, the hair, which Kurt some times runs his fingers through, which he always follows with, "No homo." He only does this out of habit, honestly.
If he had a chance, he would spend hours just playing with Ram's hair. He knew that he had a hair fetish, but with his best friend, it wasn't a loving kind of thing to mess with his hair.
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But he would like to feel that hair, grazing his face lightly as he was dominated by his friend, them sharing a feverish kiss. It was a common fantasy of his, in all honesty. But it was not love, no. It was merely curiosity.
Or was it?
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Sorry for the cringey opening. This is my first fanfic. Please leave comments if you'd like, and I'd be greatly honored if you gave me a follow. Feel free to give me ideas for the next few chapters, because I am running low on ideas. Until I'm inspired again, Bye!
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