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buggeryI caught part of the original Revenge of the Nerds movie yesterday. It was giving me all kinds of Gilbert/Lewis ideas even before the scene where they shower together. For some reason, this is what I wrote instead.
I haven't actually seen the whole film -- sat through paying attention, as opposed to leaving it on when some station aired it and listening with one ear -- in years, and neither has Te, who looked it over for me. The IMDB helped with some details and this guy's site with more details and some of the feel. If anyone who's more an obsessive Ferris Bueller's Day Off fan that I am is interested in offering beta suggestions, I'm open to further revisions.
"Flip"
They were sitting on the log again.
A small clearing had been left after the wreck of Cameron's father's precious Ferrari was removed. One of the felled trees had, for some reason, been left behind when the clean-up crew cleared everything else away. Its trunk was just short of large enough to make a comfortable seat. They sat there anyway, their legs stretched out in front of them (Ferris, usually) or folded awkwardly up (Cameron, usually) because Ferris led the way and Cameron followed him.
All that summer, Ferris had kept maneuvering them to the open place among the trees as though it was as natural a place for lounging as beside a swimming pool. As though the spot evoked no memories, or none they should want to avoid.
"It still seems hard to believe high school is... over," Ferris pronounced. The weather gave no sign that the summer was nearly ended.
Cameron nodded.
"The best years of our life!"
Cameron... slumped, beside him.
Ferris looked hard at him for a moment. "Cameron? Is everything all right?"
He just shrugged.
"Come on. You're being too quiet, even for you. Can't you mope out loud?"
Cameron sighed. "No," he mumbled, when Ferris poked his arm.
"At least tell me what you're moping about. Then we could mope together!"
Cameron shook his head.
Ferris gave him one of his earnest looks. "Cameron. Come on, talk to me. Aren't we best friends?"
Cameron shrugged. "Cameron." He sighed again, and gave a little nod.
"Well?"
Cameron drew a deep breath, sighed, drew another deep breath. Finally, he just snarled at himself and forced the words out: "I'm gay."
Ferris bobbed his head, eyebrows raised, as if to say, yes, go on.
"You're gay," he repeated, when Cameron just glared at him. "Gay like... gay? Like, with guys gay?"
Cameron stood up, turned away from Ferris. "I should've known this was a stupid idea. Stupid, stupid..."
"Hey--" Ferris scrambled to his feet and grabbed Cameron by the shoulder. "Cameron, hey, I didn't know. I mean -- hey. Why didn't I know? Cameron, if you'd just said something, you could've been going down on me years ag--"
Cameron's punch caught him by surprise. He staggered back melodramatically, then lost his balance for real and fell on his ass. "Okay," he said, holding his jaw, watching as Cameron moved to loom over him, "okay, I deserved that."
Cameron dropped to his knees between Ferris's splayed legs. Ferris turned onto his side and started to get up, but Cameron pushed him flat on his back and started unfastening Ferris's belt. His face was a rictus mask of concentration.
"Cameron, whoa, what are you--" He wrestled the ends of his belt free, but Cameron just moved on to Ferris's fly, and batted Ferris's hands away when he tried to stop him. "Come on, Cameron, I'm sorry, okay, what-- oh, God."
Yanking Ferris's underwear down, Cameron bent his head and licked Ferris's dick into his mouth. Ferris was still mostly soft. He tried squirming out from under Cameron, but Cameron just held his hips down and stroked harder with his tongue.
Ferris kept pushing at Cameron's shoulders and hands and head, but with decreasing vigor. Once he thickened enough, Cameron tightened his lips and pulled back, opened and sucked Ferris in again.
It didn't take much of that to get Ferris fully hard. His hands went slack on Cameron's arms, and he lay back, staring up at the sky.
"Well," he narrated to a passing cloud, "this is surreal."
Cameron made some sort of noise around his mouthful of Ferris. He did it again when it made Ferris gasp and buck his hips.
Ferris's hands moved up to Cameron's shoulders and gripped tight; he thrust shallowly into Cameron's mouth.
Cameron moaned and sucked with renewed enthusiasm, sliding his mouth down in time with Ferris's thrusts.
"Cameron. Cameron. Cameron, oh -- Oh, fuck," Ferris said. He grabbed a handful of Cameron's hair and nearly pulled it out as he came.
Cameron swallowed and swallowed, trying to take all of it. He let go, finally, licking Ferris thoroughly to make sure he didn't miss any.
Ferris whimpered, his eyes still closed, when Cameron licked a little too long. He opened them again when Cameron rose up on his knees.
Cameron wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then looked down at it with red-rimmed eyes, and licked his hand clean too.
Gaze locked on Ferris's face, Cameron fumbled his own pants and underwear open, and yanked, once, twice. He bit his lip, shuddering as he came on his hand and his pants and onto the leaf litter between Ferris's legs.
"God, Cameron..." Ferris said. He was up on his elbows, his eyes open wide now. He let the words trail off.
Ferris had no flip remark for this.
you know you want to read another story
I haven't actually seen the whole film -- sat through paying attention, as opposed to leaving it on when some station aired it and listening with one ear -- in years, and neither has Te, who looked it over for me. The IMDB helped with some details and this guy's site with more details and some of the feel. If anyone who's more an obsessive Ferris Bueller's Day Off fan that I am is interested in offering beta suggestions, I'm open to further revisions.
"Flip"
They were sitting on the log again.
A small clearing had been left after the wreck of Cameron's father's precious Ferrari was removed. One of the felled trees had, for some reason, been left behind when the clean-up crew cleared everything else away. Its trunk was just short of large enough to make a comfortable seat. They sat there anyway, their legs stretched out in front of them (Ferris, usually) or folded awkwardly up (Cameron, usually) because Ferris led the way and Cameron followed him.
All that summer, Ferris had kept maneuvering them to the open place among the trees as though it was as natural a place for lounging as beside a swimming pool. As though the spot evoked no memories, or none they should want to avoid.
"It still seems hard to believe high school is... over," Ferris pronounced. The weather gave no sign that the summer was nearly ended.
Cameron nodded.
"The best years of our life!"
Cameron... slumped, beside him.
Ferris looked hard at him for a moment. "Cameron? Is everything all right?"
He just shrugged.
"Come on. You're being too quiet, even for you. Can't you mope out loud?"
Cameron sighed. "No," he mumbled, when Ferris poked his arm.
"At least tell me what you're moping about. Then we could mope together!"
Cameron shook his head.
Ferris gave him one of his earnest looks. "Cameron. Come on, talk to me. Aren't we best friends?"
Cameron shrugged. "Cameron." He sighed again, and gave a little nod.
"Well?"
Cameron drew a deep breath, sighed, drew another deep breath. Finally, he just snarled at himself and forced the words out: "I'm gay."
Ferris bobbed his head, eyebrows raised, as if to say, yes, go on.
"You're gay," he repeated, when Cameron just glared at him. "Gay like... gay? Like, with guys gay?"
Cameron stood up, turned away from Ferris. "I should've known this was a stupid idea. Stupid, stupid..."
"Hey--" Ferris scrambled to his feet and grabbed Cameron by the shoulder. "Cameron, hey, I didn't know. I mean -- hey. Why didn't I know? Cameron, if you'd just said something, you could've been going down on me years ag--"
Cameron's punch caught him by surprise. He staggered back melodramatically, then lost his balance for real and fell on his ass. "Okay," he said, holding his jaw, watching as Cameron moved to loom over him, "okay, I deserved that."
Cameron dropped to his knees between Ferris's splayed legs. Ferris turned onto his side and started to get up, but Cameron pushed him flat on his back and started unfastening Ferris's belt. His face was a rictus mask of concentration.
"Cameron, whoa, what are you--" He wrestled the ends of his belt free, but Cameron just moved on to Ferris's fly, and batted Ferris's hands away when he tried to stop him. "Come on, Cameron, I'm sorry, okay, what-- oh, God."
Yanking Ferris's underwear down, Cameron bent his head and licked Ferris's dick into his mouth. Ferris was still mostly soft. He tried squirming out from under Cameron, but Cameron just held his hips down and stroked harder with his tongue.
Ferris kept pushing at Cameron's shoulders and hands and head, but with decreasing vigor. Once he thickened enough, Cameron tightened his lips and pulled back, opened and sucked Ferris in again.
It didn't take much of that to get Ferris fully hard. His hands went slack on Cameron's arms, and he lay back, staring up at the sky.
"Well," he narrated to a passing cloud, "this is surreal."
Cameron made some sort of noise around his mouthful of Ferris. He did it again when it made Ferris gasp and buck his hips.
Ferris's hands moved up to Cameron's shoulders and gripped tight; he thrust shallowly into Cameron's mouth.
Cameron moaned and sucked with renewed enthusiasm, sliding his mouth down in time with Ferris's thrusts.
"Cameron. Cameron. Cameron, oh -- Oh, fuck," Ferris said. He grabbed a handful of Cameron's hair and nearly pulled it out as he came.
Cameron swallowed and swallowed, trying to take all of it. He let go, finally, licking Ferris thoroughly to make sure he didn't miss any.
Ferris whimpered, his eyes still closed, when Cameron licked a little too long. He opened them again when Cameron rose up on his knees.
Cameron wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then looked down at it with red-rimmed eyes, and licked his hand clean too.
Gaze locked on Ferris's face, Cameron fumbled his own pants and underwear open, and yanked, once, twice. He bit his lip, shuddering as he came on his hand and his pants and onto the leaf litter between Ferris's legs.
"God, Cameron..." Ferris said. He was up on his elbows, his eyes open wide now. He let the words trail off.
Ferris had no flip remark for this.
you know you want to read another story
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Date: 2003-12-20 10:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2003-12-20 06:56 pm (UTC)Really.
Wow.
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Date: 2004-03-19 12:09 am (UTC)Just, wow.
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Date: 2004-04-29 03:31 pm (UTC)Re: Holy fucking shit!! ^_^
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Date: 2004-09-05 11:36 am (UTC)You seem to do it just right.
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Date: 2004-11-21 08:51 pm (UTC)You got their voices down really well. Good characterization.
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Date: 2004-11-23 01:39 am (UTC)Nice to see that the boys can enjoy some good, wholesome, outdoors fun, without, you know, parade floats or stolen cars.
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