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popslash_lollipops2005-07-12 10:44 pm
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Kev/Lance
Mmm... Kev/Lance and Kevin is a stripper and/or porn star. Thank you.
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"That will be twenty dollars and seventy cents, sir. Are you sure I can't get you anything el--oh my god."
Kevin sighs inwardly. This is exactly what he'd been hoping not to run into on his day off--a fan.
"Um, I, hi. I." The cashier sputters, hands paused in the midst of bagging Kevin's groceries. "I didn't think you actually, um. Hi."
"Hello," Kevin replies, semi-pleasantly, his smile soft and as friendly as he dares. He glances at the nametag. "Lance."
Kevin's not entirely sure, but he thinks the cashier might have just meeped. Actually meeped. His cheeks flush and Kevin wonders abstractly what it would feel like, introducing someone to his world. It's nothing he doesn't usually brood over, but his fingers linger on Lance's as he hands the cash over nonetheless.
"Um," Lance says, blinking, glancing down.
"My change?" Kevin prompts, gently, and a wisp of amusement curls around his tone like smoke.
"Oh! Right. Sorry." Lance busies himself with the cash register, and for some absurd reason, Kevin doesn't want to leave. It's been a long time since he's interacted with anyone like this. Ever since 'Slutastic' was released two months ago, Kevin hasn't been able to get anyone to look him in the eye without an offer to fuck him adding itself to the mix.
He might be a porn star, but that, Kevin thinks, has only raised his standards even higher.
"Um," Lance says, a moment later, still fumbling with the register.
Kevin's mouth quirks, slightly, and he reaches over the counter to tug Lance's hands free. "I can afford a twenty dollar tip," he murmurs; suddenly, this all feels like a role he actually wants to play.
"I, uh. Thanks?" Lance replies, his gaze fixated on their still linked hands. When he glances up, Kevin's still looking at him. "Ithinkyou'regorgeous."
Kevin laughs, without malice, his eyes never leaving Lance's face. It's nothing original, but it sure beats 'I jerked off to all your movies,' which is not, unfortunately, an uncommon line. The worst part is that most people think he takes it as a compliment.
"What time do you knock off?" Kevin asks, when Lance finally smiles back. He doesn't even think to ask if Lance has a boyfriend.
Lance blinks. "Are you--you want--you're asking me out?"
Kevin bites back a smile. This is turning out just like any of the ten thousand scripts he's done in the past, and every single time, the outcome is the same. "Are you turning me down?"
"No! I mean, um. Five. I knock off at five."
"Perfect. I'll swing by. We can do dinner." Kevin's smile suggests they do something else entirely. "Unless you already had plans."
"Um. Okay." Lance manages, finally, "no plans. Um. Yes."
Kevin just chuckles, and nods, already starting for the door. "All right, then."
The sound of Lance's voice makes Kevin turn again. "If I bring my copy of Deep Throat, can I get an autograph?"
*meep* lol
One question, how do you "meep"???
As for your brain shutting down, blame it on imagining Kev in a porn. ;)
Thank you. I liked it.
Re: *meep* lol
um, you say 'meep', very high and squeaky-like. *g*
and kevin does tend to have that effect on people, no? i'm so glad you liked.
Re: *meep* lol