?Porno Newsies by Flame and Shady

((“Flame, you weren’t supposed to tell them the title!”

Ooh, what? Are we going to sound slutty? *rolls eyes* Besides-the ‘whole’ thing’s not about sex
anyhow.

“*Snicker* Just the first part. We’ll keep the subtitle to ourselves....”

Sounds like a plan. I don’t think THAT would go over to well.

“At least your name’s first....*to everyone* I swear it was her idea.”))

Part Uno-The Sex.

"Damn you Conlon.. We're not watching one of your slutty pornos without a  plot." Flame
flounced down onto the couch after turning off the lights. The rest of her roommates were already
bickering over the night's programming.

"Hey, who says it doesn't have a plot?" Race argued.

"Sure it's got a plot, Race... *ahem* boy fuck girl. girl fuck boy. girl fuck girl. boy fuck boy.
Yeah, real dynamic plot...." Shady commented, rolling her eyes.

"Your point?" Spot asked.

"Ooh, she's so right. Shady, you made me see the light. I forgot how guys think lesbians or so
sexy....and that great finding how we're all supposedly at least 10% lezzy. You'd enjoy that,
wouldn't you Conlon?" Flame rolled her eyes, snuggling up to her...semi bf.

Race threw an arm around Shady. "And what do YOU suggest?"

Spot grinned lasciviously. "'Course I would.... and I happen to think 10% is an underestimate..."

Shady stretched out on the black futon in front of the TV. "Er.... Mr. Roger's Neighborhood
re-runs? I don't *know*..."

"Or we could skip the whole movie thing, and do something else..." Race suggested lewdly
pinching his girlfriend of 3 months.

"Mm, a foursome with New York's biggest horn balls....no. You may find that whole, multi
couple, same sex think kinky, but I have a feeling I speak for Shady when I say hell no." Flame
countered, dodging anything Spot could inflict. "How about...Newsies?"

Shady chuckled as she pinched him back. "Aye... you speak well, Flame. 'Hell no' sums it up for
me, too."

Spot gave Flame a weird look. "*Newsies*? Where's the fun in that? It's not raunchy in the
least... except for that last scene, and that blonde guy... absolutely not. Besides," he added, "it's
DISNEY. I'll tolerate no DISNEY in this apartment."

"You seem to forget who pays rent around here!" She retorted, but couldn't help a laugh. "Yeah,
that Trey Parker guy looked...quite feminine at that age."

"He still does!" Race sang EYC lyrics. "Oil, lot's of oil...I still vote pornos." Flame shot a look at
Shady. "Ya know, I think we should decide on something else besides tv...."

"Hey, you know I dig femboys..." Spot commented. "That Jack character's pretty fine, too..." he
said unabashedly.

"Yeah, can't we rot our minds with something other than TV tonight?" Shady pleaded the boys.
"We're a creative bunch...."

Flame raised an eyebrow at him. She hoped to god he was joking. Race always had seemed to
lean that way possibly, but not Conlon.

"Hey, ya didn't like our other suggestions." Race argued.

"Ooh, I apologize." The redhead got on her knees in front of Spot. "I need sex, ooh great
one....from the greatest lover of all times....whatever would I do without you, Stallion?" she
"gushed" in a monotone.

Spot's eyes glinted, and he gave her a satisfied smirk. "Not much... I *suppose* the Stallion can
grant an audience to a love-starved member of his harem," he said loftily.

Shady yawned, trying to figure out if love or one of their usually vicious fights was about to
ensue.

With slight grin, she moved a hand to his "stallion" and the next moment Conlon yelped and lept
off the couch.

"Anyone for coffee?" she asked innocently.

Shady took one look at Spot's face and cracked up. "Coffee? No.... no caffeine."

Spot winced as he sat back down-- Indian-style, this time. "Ouch... vicious little wench..." he
moaned.

"I try..." Flame replied with a giggle. Actually, she'd hoped her friend & co. would've made
themselves scarce that evening

As if reading Flame's mind, Shady stood up and glanced at her boy, who was still sulking over
not getting to watch his pornos. "I think I'm going to go... read... for a while..." she announced.

"Ooh, I...think....I'll..come...with...you..." Race replied with a wink at the two still on the couch.

"You two behave yourselves......Shady's got school tomorrow...Prof. Denton would be quite upset
at *that* excuse." Flame snickered.

"Yeah... and being his worst student wouldn't win me many points, either," she replied. "C'mon,
boy..."
***
Spot chuckled. "What about you, Flamer? Cutting class tomorrow?" he inquired.

"Mmm, I think I could manage. I'm holding my own in that class....and I guess it depends on
exactly what you're planning..." She wiggled an eyebrow as the door to the other couple's room
slammed. "Race is rowdy enough. Hope Shady can handle him...." she added, laughing. “But I
guess with enough ice cubes, she’ll be fine.” An inside joke.

Spot chuckled. The couple hadn't spoken for days after that incident. He turned back to Flame, a
sulkily look on his face. " He's not half as rowdy as *I* am," he muttered, as if it were a
compliment.
***
Once the door had closed, Shady flopped down on the bed and casually picked up her study
books.
***
"My big strong teddy bear....we haven't had an argument in so long. Pity. Afterwards is always
fun."
***
"Don't tell me you seriously wanted to study..." Race leaned against the door of the small room,
stopping his scurry to undo his shirt.
***
He pulled her into his arms with a grin. "You want me to start a fight? It's awfully easy..."
***
Shady smiled mischievously to herself, not looking up from her book. "I said I was going to read,
didn't I?"
***
"I wonder what it would be like normally..." she murmured. "Meaning without the fighting of
course..." She ran a light finger over his jaw.
***
"I thought you meant....signals...reading *my* signals.!" Race whined piteously.
***
His rough fingers toyed with a lock of her hair. "You mean, if we actually got along? Good
question..."
***
Shady tried not to giggle. "Signals? I'm not picking up any signals."
***
"First time for everything, although you don't handle those too well..." With a grin she moved to
sit on his lap, facing him.
***
Race tried to strike a "manly" pose. "You could pick something up....I'm sure....if you come over
here."
***
"What, first times? A'course I do," he said defensively.
***
She decided to keep on teasing him, and pretended not to hear. "Hey, what was the average
rainfall in Guatemala, again? I forgot... oh, never ind. 8.72 inches."
***
"Poor baby, every man's afraid to admit he doesn't have it." she raked a hand through his hair and
began to nibble on his ear.
***
He sauntered over to the bed, trying not to feel wounded. "I think you know something else about
that size..."
***
"Ya know....*it*.." she smirked as she stopped her roaming.
***
Race couldn't help flushing as he toyed absently with a pillow from their bed. "Not quite what I
was thinking."
***
"What's IT? And quit smirking. That's my job."
***
She allowed herself a small smile, arching an eyebrow up at him. "Yeah? What were you
thinking?"
***
Another smirk. "I guess I should be grateful you're not as little as...some." A shrug. "Ooh, well.
Where were we?"
***
The Italian (Stallion) chuckled and removed the book from her hand. "Me."
***
"LITTLE?!" He finally caught on. "See here, I am NOT *little*.... and who's some?!" Conlon
demanded.
***
"You, hmm? What about you?"
***
"Hey, sweetie, it's ok! We get by..." By that time she had his shirt unbuttoned. "I already said, it's
nothing to be ashamed of."
***
"Ok, so I'm quite a bit bigger..." he said smugly, climbing onto the bed.
***
"You're right! I don't have anything to be ashamed of, 'cause I'm as big as they come, girlie," he
said indignantly.
***
"What, you been practicing? Sheesh... bigger in more ways than one," she grumbled
half-heartedly, reaching for another book.
***
"Ooh, can it Conlon..." she murmured, her hands on his cheeks as she covered his egotistical
protests with a deep kiss.
***
He blocked her hand with...something else. "All work and no play makes Race a lusty boy..."

***
Spot was still stinging from her commentary, but returned the kiss. "Fine... you don't believe
me... I'll SHOW you I'm the biggest and the best," he mumbled.
***
"Mmhmm... I gathered. You *do* know I'll hold you personally responsible if I'm late, or fail the
test tomorrow morning... can you take such responsibility?" Shady asked teasingly.
***
"Ya know I'm always up for a "showing"...." Flame murmured back, returning to nibble his ear.
Her hands strayed to the tops of his jeans, absently toying with the zipper.
***
She got a smirk in return. "We'll see if you're up to even going to class...." He pulled her onto his
lap
***
"I know... lucky for me," he mumbled, slowly unbuttoning her shirt.
***
"You think you'll wear me out that much? It works both ways, y'know..." she purred, kissing him
lightly.
***
"I think we'll both get lucky...just a hunch." She winked, hands slipping inside to his groin area.
***
"I'm counting on it." He returned her kiss roughly and pulled her under the covers.
***
She freed him of the rest of his own clothes, moaning softly at his touch.
***
Race proved his agreement by taking a quick nip of the breast he managed to free.
***
With a snap he undid the eyelets of her bra, showing practiced ease, and it fell to the floor. Spot
eyed her approvingly, then set to work on her pants.
**
Shady undid the top button of his jeans, and let it there for the time being. Her fingertips lightly
caressed the back of his neck as she all but wrapped herself around him.
***
Flame squirmed as his cold hands and his breath made her skin prickle. She let her hand roam
over his back.
***
Race began to breath heavier as his lips moved over her chest and back to Shady's neck. He
stiffened against her.
***
Spot pushed her down onto the couch ((at least, I THINK that's where they are)), hands sliding
down her waist and to her hips.
**
She tilted his chin up with a finger and kissed him deeply, tongue exploring the interior of his
mouth. With one hand, she unzipped his pants in an excruciatingly slow motion.
***
They sank into the cushions, entwined, until Flame let out a yelp. The push she gave Spot sent
him sprawling onto the floor. "Dammit, Conlon! You would ruin the moment by leaving the
controller here!" She threw the remote at him, shaking her red curls.
***
"Shady..." His low voice rumbled as he caressed her thigh.
***
Spot hit the floor hard, caught by surprise. "Hey, it wasn't MY fault! Ow!" he yelped as the
remote whacked him in the chest.
**
"Mmm?" She couldn't help smiling, feeling a slight sense of control as she wrapped one leg
around his.
***
She couldn't help a grin as he sat on the floor, completely naked. "Well at least you proved you're
not little...think you can try this again with out killing me?" She stood up and stretched, the loose
tangles of both their clothes falling to the floor.
***
Ignoring the question, he quickly pulled off the remaining under garments she wore.
***
Spot grumbled as he picked himself up on the floor. "It was probably Race that left the remote
there," he muttered.
**
Shady reached down and inched his jeans off, while nibbling slightly on his ear.
***
"Did you hurt anything?" she cooed. "Or is the pride still bruised?" Helping him up, she melted
herself back to his body.
***
Both free from their clothing, he raised himself up to look at her with an intake of breath.
***
He wrapped his arms around her. "Still bruised... you didn't hafta SHOVE me like that..."
***
She smiled coyly up at him. "Well?"
***
"Mr. Playgirl Muscle Man...I didn't know you were so tender." She murmured as she raised one
leg against his.
***
"I need you now..." He took her swiftly, releasing himself.
***
"I'm not. It just gets the girls," he replied, toting her back to the couch.
**
His release triggered hers, and she couldn't suppress a loud moan, blunt nails digging slightly into
his back.
***
"I'd think you'd better finish proving yourself before a comment like that sets me off.." she
suggested playfully, allowing him to lay her back down.
***
A shudder wracked his body as he slowed his plunging to a gentler pace.
***
"I'll set you off, all right," he rumbled, abruptly entering her.
**
She slid her leg up against his, nipping his shoulder.
***
Her retort was cut off by the power of his thrusts. A gurgle escaped her throat as she arched
under him.
***
Spent, he collapsed on top of her, his breath slowing.
***
Hands roaming rapidly over her body, he reached release after a short time.
**
Body tingling, she flipped over onto her side, sliding out from under him.
***
They lay together silently for a bit before they fell asleep, arms around each other.
***
His eyes roamed over her flushed body appreciatively. He put an arm over her protectively. She
brushed her lips against his, then promptly fell asleep, using his chest as a pillow
***

Part two-Realizing Consequences

The next morning Shady woke up late. Finding Race already gone to classes, she pulled on some
clothes, ran a brush through her hair, and wandered out into hall towards the study room
containing the dorm TVs and whatnot.
***
Flame woke up to find the apartment vacant-the previous night's tangle cleaned up somewhat and
herself covered with a blanket from wandering eyes, not that their roommates hadn't had a night
of their own. She made herself some coffee and got ready for morning classes. There were plans
to meet at the local café for lunch-just the girls.
***
Race was half asleep through Prof. Pulitzer's lecture on the mating habits of seahorses. Conlon
wanted to meet him at the gym some time after his next class for some man to man b-ball.
***
After the bell rang, Spot promptly tossed all the handouts from his class into the trash as he
passed, and headed for the locker rooms.
***
Later that day, sunglasses and books in hand, Flame snatched a vacant table out on the sidewalk
as her mind wandered over the morning's assignments.

Shady plunked her sizable stack of books down on the table and sat down next to her. "Heya."

"Well, I guess you had no problem getting up this morning..." The redhead told her friend with a
laugh. "Racey baby that bad?"

Shady grinned broadly. "He was... feisty, to say the least. I'm surprised he woke up on time."

"After some....rather interesting turn of events, we had a pretty rowdy night ourselves. I already
ordered...figured you'd want the usual."

"Yeah, thanks. I gathered-- I heard a couple screeches from the living room," she giggled.
"Weren't you nice to Spottie boy?"

"As nice as usual....the idiot doesn't do well when it comes to setting the mood." She winked as
the waiter brought their food. "So much for Thursday night movie watching."

***
"Hey Spot! I bet ya can't win the first set we play." The Brooklynite was greeted with a chest pass
from the obsessive gambler.

"Ten bucks. You're on," Spot replied, dribbling rapidly.

"Make it twenty, and let's go." He ran up court to guard his opponent...and his newest bet's
chances.

Spot grinned, maneuvering his way nearer to the basket.

With a quick dart to the left, Race stole the ball and took it back to mid-court.

"Oh, no you don't..." Spot ran after him, trying to block any shots.

"Big man can't cut it!" Race jeered as he hit a three pointer.

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