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TEST DRIVE MEME #10
a. that's where we both belong
[you wake up.
it doesn't matter where you were before. going to bed? dying? opening the door to face a great evil? same result. you wake up in a soft bed with starched sheets in a cool, darkened room, sunlight peeking out from behind thick curtains. maybe you're alone; maybe you aren't. maybe you immediately notice the folded paper on the bedside table near your head. if you don't, you better fix that real quick: you won't be able to even open the door before you read it.
the note itself is written in a neat hand on white card stock; there is a stylized logo of a ship with the words SERENA ETERNA printed underneath. the note reads as follows:
Dear Passenger(s),
As your cruise director, it is my great honor to welcome you aboard the Serena Eterna, your destination for fun and adventure! We know you could have chosen any cruise line for your vacation, and we're very grateful you chose ours! On behalf of the Captain, I would like to assure each and every passenger that will we do whatever it takes to fulfill all your needs and desires during your journey with us.
At your earliest possible convenience, please attend the mandatory lifeboat drill by the end of the day. I'm sure everyone is very eager to get started on all the fun and sun, but safety always comes first! You can find your life jacket in your cabin's closet; carry it to your assigned muster station on deck one, where I will take you through the drill. If you can't find me in the crowd, just look for the gal with the winning smile!
See You Real Soon!
Sincerely,
Gal Friday
you walk to deck one. you have no other choice: every time you try to step in a direction some unseen being considers "not towards deck one," you find your legs no longer move, staying stock still, frozen. whether compelled quickly by curiosity, or delayed by pure stubbornness, the result is the same, and you are left milling around with other similarly curious or stubborn people.
you see someone in uniform near the front of the crowd. she seems to be a gal, but is missing the winning smile, along with most of her other features. she seems to see you, though, rushing to your side and placing a lei around your neck with great formality. a voice, cheery but artificial, sees to come from nowhere and everywhere.]
Welcome aboard! I'm so happy you could join us!
[you touch the lei. rooster feathers, lotus seeds, and a carved circle of something white and hard, linked onto a silk string.
after the drill is completed, you are seemingly free to go. or, well, your legs work, now. and maybe that's as good as it's gonna get.]
b. and there's plenty of that down by the sea
[it’s strange to think about, isn’t it? how all those new passengers, the ones grumbling or shouting their way through the forced muster drill, have absolutely no idea what happened just last month. no idea about the labyrinth. no concept of why anyone around them would be a bit more hesitant around shadows.
they’ll learn.
sometimes a shadow is darker than it’s supposed to be. very rarely does anything come of that; just a vague sense that someone is watching you, and little more. sometimes, though, the shadows move. sometimes they grab at your ankles as you walk. sometimes they give you a shove as you go down the stairs. sometimes they pull your hair, or pinch your arm.
sometimes you feel something sharp cut into your lower leg.
that’s not a shadow, though. that’s a fiddler crab. you see the crab, sometimes. the cut isn’t from its claws, which don’t look very intimating; it’s not a very large crab. the cut is from the large kitchen knife crudely taped onto its back. it’s probably fine. it's not chasing you. there isn't evil in its heart. probably.]
c. think I'll go back to the Keys
[one day, in the atrium, two pedestals suddenly appear. on each is a large button: one green, and one blue. pressing the blue button gives you a little treat, popping out of thin air next to you. pressing the green button sends a small electric shock through your body. weird, but, hey, pretty avoidable, right?
except, it seems to be spreading. to every other button on board.
in the elevator. on the soda machine. the arcade. your phone. the bell on Friday’s desk.]
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But, leave it to Ash to get them back on the dirty train tracks. "Guess you could say so. Not, like, official boyfriends. But we've been good friends with benefits. Bash is one of the best friends you can have." And, yes, he is hoping to make Bash blush with that.
Max laughs and shifts a little to let the other two swap positions. And as soon as they do, he snuggles right back in practically reading Ash's mind. He's facing both of them now, taking turns gazing at them both with big doe eyes. If he could capture this moment in time and keep it forever, he would.
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Friends with benefits, that’s one way to explain it. And there are still benefits to be had, perhaps. “So, no orgies, but are there any rules about kissing in the pillow pit?”
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He slips his other arm under Bash's head. Serves two purposes, a very warm pillow, Ash runs hot and now he can brush his fingers along Max's jaw and trace his nose. "Good friends are hard to come by." He chuckles softly. "That was not a dick joke, by the way. Before either of you make it dirty!"
Ashley is a very physically affectionate person. Even with friends. He loves to cuddle and touch and be as close as possible. He would sleep in this pillow pit wrapped up with these two. Or his bed. Ash bumps the end of Max's nose with his finger. "Max is in charge of the pillow pit. He makes the rules."
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"See, now that just sounds like a challenge. I've never found it hard to cum by either of you~" Ash, you knew he would do this. He never met a sexy pun he wouldn't say out loud.
"Yeah, my pit, my rules. And I say making out isn't very messy so I'll allow it."
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So he's looking at Max with awe and with a tiny hint of envy. Just the tiniest bit. He can't quite quash it completely.
But that's not important right now! Makeouts!
He turns to Ash, who he's never kissed before, grabbing the front of his shirt gently and pulling him in for something that is bold, shameless. He kisses like it's a declaration, and like he's the son of a god receiving worship. And when he finally pulls back, he gives Max a dark-eyed leer.
"You're next, darling."
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He looks at Max and smirks. As long as he has no concerns, neither does Ash. When Bash grabs him and kisses him Ash returns the embrace. His touch is soft and gentle and entirely seductive. His lips and tongue lavishing his mouth with a sensual, deep kiss meant to soothe as much as entice. Ashley peeks through half lidded eyes and smiles against his lips as his thumbs brush over his high cheekbones. Freckles. He has fucking freckles.
Lips on Bash's neck he looks at Max. His hand has slid up Bash's chest, to rest over his heart. Ash keeps teasing his lips against his neck watching with baited breath for his lover to kiss Bash.
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"Come get me," he croons with the corner of his mouth tipped up in an impish grin. Oh god, just take him now.
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But enough to be sure Max knows what he’s thinking in no uncertain terms.
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Watching Max kiss Bash has him wanting his boyfriend in the worst way. His fingers brush along Max's jaw and over his lips. "I hate to sound like Paris Hilton but that was hot."
He gives Bash's neck a playful nip. "How about Max and I take you out? Dinner, dancing, whatever the fuck we can do on this ship. But, an actual date."
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As Ash's fingers graze his jaw, he turns to nip playfully at them. "You're hot."
He brightens at that suggestion of a date. "Yeah. That's a great idea! Where should we go?"