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Ouija Riggs


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PostSubject: Maybe Part II   Sun Mar 22, 2015 11:14 pm

“Park what the fuck do you want me to say?” Ouija groaned, dragging a hand through his hair. “I can’t… I don’t… I can’t fucking feel shit for you if I don’t!”
They had been arguing for nearly an hour now. Earlier in the day Parker had walked in on Ouija and Rigby and he had been livid. How dare that fucking pig fucker come in here and steal his best friend? How dare he be starting a relationship with Ouija when that was what Parker had been trying to do for years now? Parker was hurt and embarrassed and pissed and they were now arguing about what made Rigby so much better than him.
“I don’t want you to say shit!” Parker growled softly. He hated it, feeling like one of those pathetic bitches that would always follow Ouija around at clubs, just waiting for him to give them attention. He didn’t want to seem that desperate but he was and he fucking hated that Ouija was constantly in his damn head.
That meant the boy had known all along how Parker felt and he just didn’t acknowledge it.
“Parker.” Ouija sighed heavily, looking down to his best friend. “You know I damn love you. You’re my best friend, the only one who puts up with my shit. I love you but-”
“Not in that way. Yeah I fucking get it.” His pride was wounded, really. He could not think of anything more embarrassing than someone knowing you were so pathetically in love with them and they simply didn’t feel the same way.
“You can’t fucking get pissed at me, Park.” Ouija groaned.
“Yeah I fucking can, shithead. Watch me!” He would get pissed because that was better than letting Ouija know he was hurt. “Because you’re acting like that damn pig fucker is better than me!”
“I didn’t grow up with that pig fucker. That pig fucker hasn’t always been by my side. That pig fucker isn’t like my damn brother.”
“Exactly! He hasn’t always been there. I fucking was!”
“But you’re like my brother, Park! I don’t want to screw my brother.”
“What the fuck makes me so different from him? I don’t want to be your fucking brother! Fuck that!”
“Parker.” Ouija sighed. “Alright, if this is what you want, then pucker up.” With this, he took Parker’s wrists in his grip, shoving the boy against the wall, having to lift the boy into his arms in order to press their lips together firmly.
Parker found his breath taken away but he pulled Ouija closer anyways, responding vigorously and wrapping his legs around the boy’s waist. He would rather pass out from lack of oxygen than make this stop. This was his chance to show Ouija they could have something and he was going to make the most of it.
Time seemed to slow down and Parker felt Ouija’s arms winding around his waist, pressing their bodies tighter against each other. Parker really hoped to God that Ouija felt the sparks too. How couldn’t he?
It felt like hours later when Ouija pulled back, both of their lips slightly kiss swollen, fangs protruding. He let their foreheads rest together, simply staring at the smaller wolf for a moment.
“Was that so fucking bad?” Parker panted softly and although the words seemed harsh, they were said almost nicely for him. Because really, he was hopeful. Hopeful that maybe Ouija had felt it too, that maybe he stood a chance.
“No.” Ouija admitted lightly. He was quieter than usual, simply staring at Parker. “Damnit Park, why’d you have to fuck shit up, I was just getting used to the whole only screwing one person thing.” He groaned lowly. Now he was fucking confused.
He was pretty sure he loved Rigby but… he couldn’t hurt Parker like this. He didn’t want to lose his best and really his only friend. And he had thought it would be awkward kissing the boy but really… it hadn’t been so bad. He hated to admit it, but he had felt something there.
What the hell was he supposed to do now?
“So toss fucking farm fucker. You felt it too, I can smell it on you.” Parker nudged the man gently.
“I can’t toss Rigby.” Ouija sighed heavily. “Park, I… I don’t want to lose you but I don’t know what the hell to do.” Couldn’t he just go back to when they were five and dating had been the last thing on their mind?
“I fucking get it.” Parker pushed at Ouija’s chest until the man sat him back down on his feet. He was heartbroken, sure. But at least Ouija had given it a shot… He was storming his way for the door when Ouija stopped him.
“Park, wait.”
“The fuck do you want?” Parker sighed.
“…What do you think about that threesome?” Ouija gave a hopeful smile. Of course when he had first mentioned it a few months ago, it had been merely a joke. And now, he didn’t know what he was thinking, but he didn’t know what else to do. Maybe this could work…
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