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90210: The Self Discovery of Ethan Ward
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Category:
1 through F › 90210
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,610
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the characters of Ethan and Liam, as they were created by the several respective showrunners of 90210, which is in turn owned by Mr. Darren Star. Everything here is completely fictional. I'm not getting any money from this.
90210: The Self Discovery of Ethan Ward
It was midnight. Although neither of them knew it.
You see, there were important issues at hand, although Liam couldn’t have been less interested if they danced up to him naked. He was doing the right thing however, and this was something that Ethan, the world first dorky Jock suddenly decided he needed to do less of. If it sounds confusing, that’s probably because it was.
Ethan, in all his intelligence, had decided to go on a little inner journey, and Liam, deciding it would be an entertaining way to spend the evening, agreed to accompany him. Funny thing was that the so called Indian tea Liam had provided him? It was nothing of the sort. Yet here he was, getting ridiculously talky, and really quite affectionate. Liam chalked it up to bear and paint fumes. Ethan was to busy wallowing in self pity. Or being inspired to change. He wasn’t quite sure – it was changing from minute to minute. Ethan looked up at Liam, a look of great epiphany dawning on him.
“Dude” he said “I’ve gotta change”. Liam looked at him curiously.
“Okay?”
“No, I mean it” he continued “I’m just Ethan. Pretty face, good at sports, big penis”
Liam chuckled. “Big penis?” he asked. “Right, because it doesn’t sound like your trying to reassure yourself or anything, does it?”
Ethan stood proudly, swaying slightly, as Liam joined him on his feet, to prevent any injuries.
“No really, I do!” the words came out slurred, as Liam continued to laugh. “Why you laughing?” he asked, defensive. “Jealous?”
“Jealous of what?” asked Liam.
Ethan smirked, reaching down to roughly palm the outline of his own cock, giving it a firm squeeze. “Of the merchandise” he said.
“Alright then” said Liam, bemused. “Well, from what I’m seeing there, the merchandise aint looking to spectacular.”
“Not true!” said Ethan, making to unzip his fly. Liam’s hand shot down to stop it.
“Not here, alright” he said, as he bent down to gather up his backpack. Liam paused for a moment, considering several things. One – he wasn’t gay, but who was he to turn down sex? Two – Ethan wasn’t gay either, but very drunk. Three – there was no way Ethan had more going on downstairs then he did. He had to find out. And four? The kid was cute. Liam smiled, cracking open another beer, and loped his arm around Ethan shoulder. “How about we save show and tell until we’re back in the tent?”
Ethans face cracked into a smile. “Better get ready then. “The best shall be unleashed!”
And then he walked. And tripped. The two began walking back to the tent, leaving Liam to wonder just what he was getting himself into.
TO BE CONTINUED.
You see, there were important issues at hand, although Liam couldn’t have been less interested if they danced up to him naked. He was doing the right thing however, and this was something that Ethan, the world first dorky Jock suddenly decided he needed to do less of. If it sounds confusing, that’s probably because it was.
Ethan, in all his intelligence, had decided to go on a little inner journey, and Liam, deciding it would be an entertaining way to spend the evening, agreed to accompany him. Funny thing was that the so called Indian tea Liam had provided him? It was nothing of the sort. Yet here he was, getting ridiculously talky, and really quite affectionate. Liam chalked it up to bear and paint fumes. Ethan was to busy wallowing in self pity. Or being inspired to change. He wasn’t quite sure – it was changing from minute to minute. Ethan looked up at Liam, a look of great epiphany dawning on him.
“Dude” he said “I’ve gotta change”. Liam looked at him curiously.
“Okay?”
“No, I mean it” he continued “I’m just Ethan. Pretty face, good at sports, big penis”
Liam chuckled. “Big penis?” he asked. “Right, because it doesn’t sound like your trying to reassure yourself or anything, does it?”
Ethan stood proudly, swaying slightly, as Liam joined him on his feet, to prevent any injuries.
“No really, I do!” the words came out slurred, as Liam continued to laugh. “Why you laughing?” he asked, defensive. “Jealous?”
“Jealous of what?” asked Liam.
Ethan smirked, reaching down to roughly palm the outline of his own cock, giving it a firm squeeze. “Of the merchandise” he said.
“Alright then” said Liam, bemused. “Well, from what I’m seeing there, the merchandise aint looking to spectacular.”
“Not true!” said Ethan, making to unzip his fly. Liam’s hand shot down to stop it.
“Not here, alright” he said, as he bent down to gather up his backpack. Liam paused for a moment, considering several things. One – he wasn’t gay, but who was he to turn down sex? Two – Ethan wasn’t gay either, but very drunk. Three – there was no way Ethan had more going on downstairs then he did. He had to find out. And four? The kid was cute. Liam smiled, cracking open another beer, and loped his arm around Ethan shoulder. “How about we save show and tell until we’re back in the tent?”
Ethans face cracked into a smile. “Better get ready then. “The best shall be unleashed!”
And then he walked. And tripped. The two began walking back to the tent, leaving Liam to wonder just what he was getting himself into.
TO BE CONTINUED.