Paint Spots
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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Celeb › Canadian Idol
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
710
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Canadian Idol, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Paint Spots
Disclaimer: The Canadian Idol series and its competitors are the property of 19e and CTV. This is a work of fanfiction. No money is being made from this story and no infringement is intended.
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Jason’s dancing could only be described as of that of a gimp gnome.
The Newfoundlander was bowlegged as he twirled and hopped about, shouting into the microphone as he swayed and spun. His face painted with the look of someone trying to take a rather painful crap that they just can't get out. And yet he attempted to smile.
And that was something Ben Mulroney admired.
Then again, Benedict Mulroney admired a lot that no one else would pay the time of day to, though, most of the time it was the underdog of the competition; usually someone who no one else was attempting, (or God forbid, willing,) to sleep with. This year, the lucky contender was Jason Greeley.
Ben watched from his seat on a stool, and his breath caught at the sight of Jason in those tight blue jeans that clung to him like spandex clings to everything. His singing was driving through every fiber of Ben’s shallow soul, and Ben couldn’t stop thinking about what they had done earlier.
The only remains of that were the memories and the white “paint” splotches on Jason’s jeans.
~fin~
Jason’s dancing could only be described as of that of a gimp gnome.
The Newfoundlander was bowlegged as he twirled and hopped about, shouting into the microphone as he swayed and spun. His face painted with the look of someone trying to take a rather painful crap that they just can't get out. And yet he attempted to smile.
And that was something Ben Mulroney admired.
Then again, Benedict Mulroney admired a lot that no one else would pay the time of day to, though, most of the time it was the underdog of the competition; usually someone who no one else was attempting, (or God forbid, willing,) to sleep with. This year, the lucky contender was Jason Greeley.
Ben watched from his seat on a stool, and his breath caught at the sight of Jason in those tight blue jeans that clung to him like spandex clings to everything. His singing was driving through every fiber of Ben’s shallow soul, and Ben couldn’t stop thinking about what they had done earlier.
The only remains of that were the memories and the white “paint” splotches on Jason’s jeans.