Just A Little Prick
RexThorn; a nice AU branch of the nonconkamino ‘verse.
“Your ass is getting fat, ‘67,” taunts the vod who’d left a stinging handprint on said bodypart, more vivid for being inflicted upon wet skin.
“I do all the same training as you; it’s just how my body’s distributing growth,” 7567 says, trying to sound calm but just coming off tense. “I’m getting bigger pecs and glutes, whereas you’re just developing a fat head.”
“Hey,” says a vod from his batch, from behind ‘67. He doesn’t sound teasing, but ‘67 tenses anyway because receiving attention has never turned out well for him.
He remembers to lower his voice. “Are you talking to me?” he asks as discouragingly as he can.
“Yeah, Seven-Five-Six-Seven, right? I’m Thorn,” the smiling cadet says, holding out his arm in greeting. He came to confront ‘67 alone, which could be bad or good, depending.
Six-seven keeps his hands to himself and only nods in acknowledgment, hoping Thorn just wanted to introduce himself and will now go away.
“I heard what you muttered the other evening,” Thorn says, serious and genuine. ‘67 cocks his head, inviting clarification. “I know you don’t like bullies, and you said you specifically didn’t like Jecko slapping you; but you, uh, didn’t deny liking getting slapped, and I heard you getting off to it after. Which, congrats, by the way, good for you. I don't think you’ve ever done it before?”
Six-seven rolls his eyes and tries to push past Thorn. He doesn’t want to discuss it. Thorn hurries quickly along in step with him. “I just—I wouldn’t be mean about it, ‘67, and I can promise I will never try to fuck you like he was threatening, and if you’re with me, everyone else will be more likely to leave both of us alone, see?” he rushes to say. “The deal would be, you let me put you over my lap and spank you, then you go back to your bed to finish yourself off, and I’ll guard you while you’re doing that, okay?”
Six-seven stops and frowns suspiciously at Thorn. “Why?” he asks.
“It’d be fun,” Thorn says simply, flashing a smile.
That’s a deflection if ‘67 ever saw one. “So what would you be getting out of this, huh?” he demands.
“We could be boyfriends,” Thorn says, and shrugs, falsely nonchalant. “Maybe you’d want to help me get off too?”
read on AO3🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/40042254
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