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Characters: Leon Shaw and Adelaide Legaux Setting: Saturday, October 2nd, after both have left the dance. Leon's room. Rating: Drug use. Probably more. Let's say NSFW. Summary: Adelaide has a really bad idea about getting high with Leon. She wasn't quite sure how to introduce her idea to Leon. 'Let's get high and see if it makes us less bitchy' didn't sound as good an idea as it had when it first occurred to her. And she didn't know if he'd be receptive to the idea at all. It wasn't much different to drinking to get a buzz, and he was fine with that, so why should other stuff be such a big deal? Anyway. As usual, Charlie had provided and the rest... well, the rest was up to Leon, she guessed. Out the front of Sonnier House, she checked again that she had her cargo, and forced her way inside by intimidating one of the wallflowers who'd decided not to go to the dance. She knocked on Leon's door and sang out "You better be in there..." Tags: !incomplete, leon shaw
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"No it isn't!" At least, in Leon's firm opinion, his cock was...average. Certainly not the largest cock he'd seen in his life (not that he'd have ever owned up to knowing what, let alone looking, at other boy's junk looked like). He stops though, at the touch of her hand, looking back at her curiously. "It is uncomfortable, though. It's like...fuck, its like you need get your jollies off, and just...can't." Damnit, blue balls was not going to make his night better. Falling back against the bed, he stared up at the ceiling before letting his gaze track over to a poster of Frank Lampard, a Chelsea FC player. His eyes diverted quickly, though, when he realized that even the barest of glances at the poster made his manhood twitch. Fuck. What was wrong with him? He had a girl's lips on his skin. Surely that was just what caused his reaction. That was all. "You want to touch it?"
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