Brock Breed with Aric Chase and Kade Maguire.
Aric Chase *his phone goes off, startling him from his favorite kink dream. With a groan he prys open one eye to read the text* aaawwww fuck. Damn it! * He throws on some cargo pants and a shirt, grabbing his patrol backpack on his way out the door.*
Kade Maguire Take that little coward *he snarled into the headset mic as the male character on the TV screen ghosted away to be respawned* That will teach you for messing with the master *frowning, he turned to check out whatever was vibrating against his leg* Message from Brock, huh? *a confused voice played through his headset* "Who the hell is Brock?!" No one for you to worry about, Bro. You just keep our asses in this mission cause another re-start has to be some sort of record or something *shaking his head at the obvious lack of ability in his GTA teammates. Man he had the worst luck when it came to random mission invites. He picked up his phone and read the message, rolling his eyes as he dropped the phone back down on the couch beside him* No can do, my friend. I got a prison bust to handle … no, not you, Max. No, no one else is here, I was talking to myself. God damn it, Max,quit your bitching and get your head in the damn game, what are you, twelve? *he paused a moment at the response* Oh…. Sorry, I didn't know that. *Brock's message was all but forgotten when the angry words assailed him through his Gid-modified earphones* What?! Fuck me?! No, Max, Fuck you! You little shit!
Brock Breed *Down in the garage, stowing my patrol gear in Aric's car. Lord knows, we don't want Kade driving. Tapping my foot, waiting impatiently, but no sign of my fucked up buddies. Sighing, I head up to drag their asses out. Stomping up the corridor, getting more pissed by the second, I run into Aric.* Bro, let's go drag Kade's dumb ass out. We've got a job to do.
Aric Chase *he grins wide and drops his pack before turning down the hall toward Kade and Alex's room* My pleasure, bro! *they get to Kades door and he raises his fist to bang on the door* Yo, asshole! Get your damn hands outa your pants and let's get a fuckin move on, bro! We've got to get 'er done, bro! Come on, bitches ain't gonna wait all night! *he bangs again for good measure*
Kade Maguire *Cringing when Champ's voice rings loud and clear through his living room* Speaking of little shits… *he groaned* No, not you this time, Max, someone else. What? No! Dude, come on… *he walked over and threw open the door, too involved in the GTA conversation to bother taking the headset off* I have other friends too you little asshole! *He shook his head when Aric and Brock just stared at him, Aric raising one eyebrow and smirking* "Problems?" Fuck you, Champ *His teeth ground together at the words only he could here* I'm talking to someone else, Max! Yes, a real person. No, I'm not lying *his words became more growly by the second* Shut up, Max. Go get a damn job or something *he grabbed the headset and threw it onto the couch, staring at it like it held the worlds biggest problem within it* Fucking little punk *turning to regard the other two warriors now standing in his living room* The hell is going on?
Brock Breed *Rolling my eyes* Are you playing around with that damn kid again dude? We got shit to do, and we need you to do it. Grab your gear and let's go. *Grumbling as he took his sweet ass time.* Hey! Make sure it's not Alex's yoga bag this time. A tampon isn't gonna scare off any rogues, y'know. *Hearing a stream of obscenities that would leave a blue cloud of funk over the compound for a month, plus enough clanging and rattling to wake the undead, Kade finally reappeared. Heading down to the garage, I wait till they have stowed their gear and we climb in. Giving Aric the address, we head out.* Word has it that there was an explosion in an abandoned building. Cops aren't interested - it's in an area of town that has a lot of homeless peeps. Boss wants us to check it out.
Aric Chase *he drives them there as Brock gives them the details* Wait. It's SUPPOSEDLY abandoned, or it IS abandoned? Because we've seen plenty of places that were supposed to be, and should have been, abandoned but yet... * they turn the last corner and he slams on the brakes*Holy hell! What the fuck happened here? Looks like one of Niko's wet dreams!
Kade Maguire *Staring wide-eyed at what could only be described as ground zero* You aint kidding on that one, Kid. *The ground was littered with debris, some of it still burning and some of it not. Ash specks were floating through the air and a thick cloud of smoke was billowing from the backside of something that used to be a building* You said the police have already ruled off of this one, huh? *climbing from the vehicle and moving to stand beside Brock* Not like I'm worried about survivors at this point, but I'm not a huge fan of unwanted company either.
Brock Breed *examining the hole in the wall* It may just look worse than it is, but we need to check it out. *Visually measuring the crater in the wall...* Well - Houston, we have a problem. I'm nearly 6'7" and 300 pounds. I'm not gonna fit through there. *Looking at Aric and shooting him a quick wink* Kade, you're gonna have to do it. Your hips aren't as wide as Champ's. He's been eating too many cookies lately. *Turning to Aric* Grab that lube out of the glove box, will you? He'll slide through better if he gets naked and lubed up. We gotta know what's in there.
Aric Chase Hey! how did you know there was lube in my glovebox?! Been usin my stash bro?* He waggles his brows before grabbing the necessary tube o' lube.* Let's hope this is enough to get his ass through. And no shit about the cookies, those fuckers are good! You're just jealous.* He slaps the tube in Kade's hand with a grin* it's even your favorite flavor, strawberry. Now, that doesn't mean you spend the whole time licking yourself Bro, ok? Just get your ass in there and see what you find. We will cover your scrawny ass from here.
Kade Maguire *Finally able to lift his chin from his chest, he stared at Brock and Champ* You want me to do WHAT?! You have both lost your ever-loving minds if you think I'm getting naked, greasing up, and sliding myself through some unknown hole *Shaking his head and mumbling to himself, he crouched down low and started to squeeze through the opening. Fuck…. it was kinda tight. He might have to take off his shirt to keep it from catching on the jagged rock so he could see farther into the hole* Damn it *he backed out and yanked his shirt over his head, chucking it at Champ* You're still fucking crazy *kneeling back down, he pushed in a bit farther, trying like hell to not get stuck in the wall's tight grasp* Fuck, this shit is tight *he yelled back to Champ and Brock, hoping they could hear him* … really tight…. *he said to himself as he took in a deep breath and finally pushed his head past the tight spot* Ha! *he grinned* Naked my ass *His celebration fell short when the waistband of his fatigues snagged on the wall and locked him in place* SHIT! *Gripping as hard as he could with his hands, he was finally able to yank himself free before falling back outside of the building and straight to his ass on the ground* Not a word. Either of you…. not a single fucking word *Pushing himself off the ground he quickly undid his belt and shoved his fatigues to the ground around his feet* I can't believe I'm fucking doing this *shaking his head again, he slapped some of Aric's lube around his shoulders, hips, and thighs to keep the ruble from tearing his skin and shoved himself back in the hole in complete determination to reach the other side*
Brock Breed *Watching Kade's attempts to get through without getting naked was enough to cause me to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. I was gonna owe Niko big time for blasting this hole for us. Can't believe we pulled it off.* Anything in there bro? *hearing a string of curses, we knew there was nothing there. Niko had scoped out the building well in advance.* C'mon out - we got a towel for you. *Climbing out, the dirt and grime stuck to him like plaster from the stickiness of the lube.* Wipe that shit off before you get in the car, and let's go home! Anything but Clothes, dude! Gotcha!
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