I can be your Sun, you can be my Earth
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roxyTitle: I can be your Sun, (you can be my Earth)
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roxymissrose
Pairings/Characters: Lex/Whit
Rating: nc-17
Word Count: 2089
Summary: Two lost boys find each other.
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absolut_lex Joe Phillips Challenge. okay, I think I took this a little too literally in using the art as inspiration. Anyway, this is purely porn without plot. I hope you enjoy it anyway.
"What's this one mean," he asked, and traced the sweep of a dragon on Lex's shoulder, followed it around his bicep. He grinned when Lex shivered.
"Means freedom, never looking back--flying on my own."
"Yeah? It's cool." He pushed the waist of his shorts a little lower, low enough for his fingers to brush the line of darker hair leading downwards. There was a small sun tattooed under his navel, done in the same tribal style as the one on his shoulder. "I got this done in memory of a guy—a friend of mine from the town I came from." The way his fingers traced it, Lex had the feeling that the guy was more than a friend. "He was a great guy. A real great guy."
"What happened to him?"
"Nothing—it's what happened to me. I was hanging out with some assholes. Did stupid shit, ended up in Metropolis with shit to show for it." As he talked he rubbed the faint greenish tattoo on his other arm. Lex stared at it—there was something about it—something ugly and mean, like a prison tat….might be, he thought.
"I didn’t know you weren't from here, Whit."
"Well, I guess I am now," he laughed a little, "but no, I come from a dinky town in the Kansas outback."
Lex laughed, "Outback? You make it sound so far way—some distant foreign place."
"Well, it's for sure not. It’s a farming town, most everyone there farms or something---raises cows or pigs or stuff like that. Plus…it's like the fucking capital of weird. Full of ignorant, scared people. I always wanted to get out. I was hoping for a football scholarship but that didn’t work out. And with the other shit that happened—I finally just--left."
"And now you’re here, on your own--lucky me." Lex laid his hand over the sun tattoo. He pressed a little, just enough to feel the pulse beating there. He could feel heat rising from Whit's groin. Whit resisted, but he was too clever for him, and before long was melting into the kiss, the way he always did. Lex pulled back from the kiss, slid down the long gold torso and mouthed along Whit's tattoo. "Tell me more about the place."
Whit gasped for air, and spread his legs so Lex could move more comfortably between them. He rubbed Lex's shoulders, pressed his thumb into the dragon. "What for? Like I said, it was small and smelly and the people were narrow-minded when they weren't being scared. It's why I fucking left."
"Scared. What were they scared of? That's the second time you've made a comment like that."
"We didn't—we don’t talk about it. Things happen. Ever since the meteor shower, that's how it's been."
"Meteor shower. Yeah, I saw one of those once, kinda up close and personal."
Whit grimaced. He pushed Lex out of the way, stood and grabbed his skate. "Yeah. I doubt it was anything like this one."
Whit was done talking. "Okay," Lex shrugged and watched him walk away to join a cluster of other skaters. He grabbed the messenger bag leaning against the wall, and pulled out a sketchbook. He sketched Whit and the others, and took notes while he waited to see if he was coming back. He grinned to himself when the other skaters left and Whit came back to the little alcove he was waiting in.
He sat down, his face and arms gleamed in the waning sunlight. Lex inhaled a little…Whit smelled like sweat and sun…he smelled good.
Whit started talking as if he'd never walked away. "You know what we never talk about? We talk about everything else but. Me, this thing—" he jerked his chin at the street— "your art….what about you, Lex? I don't even know your name, or where you're from…"
"Metropolis born and bred—as long as there's a Metropolis, cher Pere used to say, there will always be…us. The Family. Guess we're like cockroaches that way."
"That's not a nice description of your family," Whit said.
"Hah," Lex said. "Say that again if you ever meet my family. The Luthors." He held out his hand and with a wry smile said, "Alexander Luthor, of the Metropolis Luthors. Pleased to meet you."
"Holy fuck, not those Luthors—those Luthors? You’re fucking stupid rich. What are you doing hanging out with us?
"Was 'fucking stupid rich'. I don’t have a place with them anymore. He kicked me out. Here I am, just me and my sketchbook--making a decent living at least. He couldn’t take that from me." Lex grinned, a flash of ironic good humor. "My youngest brother's the only decent one out of the bunch. And for the last couple of years, he's been stuck in his own little rural hell—place called Smallville."
Whit stared. "Smallville? Fuckin'…that's the place. It's where I'm from...your brother is Julian Luthor?"
Lex dropped his head, trying to cover his reaction. "Yeah. Poor shit. I don’t hear from him much, but I bet the old man has more to do with that than Jules not wanting to talk to me…I hope. Fucking Smallville. I was there in the eighties. Briefly. I saw."
"You saw—oh. Meteor storm."
"Yep, my dad and I—this was the year after my little brother was born—flew there in a helicopter. I spent the whole flight trying not to wet myself. I don't mind telling you, flying scares the piss out of me." Lex smiled at Whit, inviting him to laugh, but Whit frowned and shook his head.
"I hear ya. If I gotta fly to get there—fuck it."
Lex nodded, gentler look softening his expression. "When we landed, my dad spent the time trying to dick someone out of some land, a factory or something, and I wandered around the corn bored out of my mind and suddenly, I look up at the sky and there's this guy, some kid, hung out to dry…"
"Scarecrow." Whit muttered. "Stupid fucking scarecrow…"
"Yeaa-ah, people in the deep country have to make their own fun I guess---football wasn't homoerotic enough for them, they had to strip their own and hang them. So—me in the field, gawping at this half naked stranger and out of nowhere, the sky blows up. I'm lying in the dirt, and praying to any god who'll hear me —'just let me live, and I'll behave—I'll be different. I'll be good'—you know the shit you say when you're about to die. All my hair fell out." Lex stopped, sighed. "Later, it grew back, but not until I was out of high school…"
"Damn, and kids being what they are…I bet that was hell."
"You have no idea."
Whit grimaced and lay in Lex's lap, threw his arms over his head. He was bowed over Lex's thighs. He closed his eyes and Lex heard the small sigh. "You look good on my lap," he chuckled.
Whit snorted. "Face up, and I still look good?" He smiled.
"You're such an asshole." Warm strong fingers poked and prodded him. "But you're my asshole, so I guess it's okay."
Whit laughed out loud and shifted on Lex's lap. Lex looked down at him, into an expression so soft, it made his stomach flip. For a moment, he was afraid. For a second, all he wanted to do was jump to his feet and run.
Whit opened his eyes, looked right into Lex's. The soft expression tightened and the look was gone, and so was the moment. Whit's eyes were blue and cool, sardonic, the way they always were.
"I thought you were going to fall asleep," Lex said lightly.
"Oh man," he stretched and sat up. "It was hard. I had a pretty good pillow." Lex searched Whit's face for any trace of what he thought he'd seen there, but it was just Whit. "Hey. We've been out here all day. Are you going to feed me or what?"
Lex leaned back against the wall behind him. "What are you going to do for me?"
Whit grinned, and straddled Lex's lap. "I don't know." He kissed Lex's shoulder. "How about that?" He traced the dragon tattoo with the tip of his tongue. Lex made a small sound.
"Beginning to get there."
Whit followed the arch of the dragon's neck, the sweep of it's whiskers to a hard copper colored nipple. Lex jerked, and Whit pressed his teeth against it and sucked. He rolled his tongue against the hard nub, bit and soothed the way Lex liked. Lex arched and pressed his hard length against the cleft of Whit's ass.
"How 'bout now?" He was grinning at Lex, obviously felt pretty proud of himself, at least until Lex shoved his hand up one leg of Whit's shorts. He yelped when Lex fingers grazed his balls.
Lex snickered. "Yeah…that might be worth…toast…"
"Toast? You bastard." Whit started to rock, making sure Lex was pressed firmly against his ass; he ground down, and wrung a gasp out of the both of them. Lex's hands came up to cup Whit's shoulders, tightened the grip when Whit lifted and ground down again. Lex pulled him so tight that through the baggy shorts, he felt Whit's rigid dick dig into his stomach. Lex growled, wrapped arms around his waist and adjusted himself so that their dicks were pressed together, fighting for sensation muffled by layers of clothing. "Oh, man, Lex. Stop. Someone--"
"No one can see us."
Lex's hand slid in between them, and he worked Whit's shorts open. Whit shivered all over when his dick was exposed to the air. "I want to touch you too," he murmured and his dick jerked in Lex's fist.
"Nothing's stopping you." He leaned away a fraction, just enough for Whit to get at his zipper, pull him out of the confines of his shorts. Whit gathered them together in his hand. They both moaned. It felt good, hot and smooth together, the slide of Whit's dick against his.
Lex shuddered and moaned. "Okay, full—full breakfast, eh-eggs and—toast—and ah!—orange juice--"
"Shut *up,*" Whit laughed breathlessly. "You're such an asshole."
"Asshole, hunh?" he growled, and slid his hands under Whit, lifted him slightly. Whit's shorts dropped under his ass, and Lex grabbed, squeezed hard.
"Ah—Lex," Whit groaned, and shook hard. Lex's fingers skated over his hole, and just that bare touch made Whit shiver and his grip wavered a bit. When he started jerking them again it was a wetter, easier slide and Lex started to recite the times table in his head…
He rolled the tip of his finger over and around the opening, until Whit growled, rose and dropped, trying to force it in. With a chuckle, Lex leaned forward and locked his mouth over Whit's neck. He sucked and bit at him, kept still and let Whit do the work of getting his finger inside. Close as they were it was hard for Whit to move, but he managed, enough to drive Lex panting toward orgasm. Whit was on edge too, Lex knew what that looked like on him—streamers of sensation surged through him like a warm tingly wave, gathered in his groin. Lex moved his finger in and out, knew how much Whit loved the pull against the ring of muscle clamped around Lex's finger, he told him so, loudly, often, not worrying in the least about privacy or the lack of it. Lex loved it--the stream of tingly warmth became a flood of electric heat.
"You gonna come, Whit?"
"You—you first." And he twisted his tight grip around their dicks.
"Un-unh—wait—" with a surprised shout, Lex came in a rush and Whit let go at the same time, surrendered with a groan, and Lex felt him throbbing hard against his dick. They traded slow wet kisses; Whit dragged his hand through the slippery wet fluid coating their skin.
Lex floated in a comfortable world of warmth and no thought for long seconds, before Whit bit at his chin. "Wake up, babe."
He pushed Whit flat, and pulled the waist of his shorts wide to lick all around the sun, flicking his tongue through their mingled come.
"So…breakfast? With everything?" Whit asked in a breathless voice and Lex snorted.
"Yeah. Breakfast with everything, skater boy. You're going to have to work hard for lunch, though."
Whit grinned. "Um, can't wait."
11-11-2007
Author:
roxymissrosePairings/Characters: Lex/Whit
Rating: nc-17
Word Count: 2089
Summary: Two lost boys find each other.
Notes/Warnings: written for the
absolut_lex Joe Phillips Challenge. okay, I think I took this a little too literally in using the art as inspiration. Anyway, this is purely porn without plot. I hope you enjoy it anyway."What's this one mean," he asked, and traced the sweep of a dragon on Lex's shoulder, followed it around his bicep. He grinned when Lex shivered.
"Means freedom, never looking back--flying on my own."
"Yeah? It's cool." He pushed the waist of his shorts a little lower, low enough for his fingers to brush the line of darker hair leading downwards. There was a small sun tattooed under his navel, done in the same tribal style as the one on his shoulder. "I got this done in memory of a guy—a friend of mine from the town I came from." The way his fingers traced it, Lex had the feeling that the guy was more than a friend. "He was a great guy. A real great guy."
"What happened to him?"
"Nothing—it's what happened to me. I was hanging out with some assholes. Did stupid shit, ended up in Metropolis with shit to show for it." As he talked he rubbed the faint greenish tattoo on his other arm. Lex stared at it—there was something about it—something ugly and mean, like a prison tat….might be, he thought.
"I didn’t know you weren't from here, Whit."
"Well, I guess I am now," he laughed a little, "but no, I come from a dinky town in the Kansas outback."
Lex laughed, "Outback? You make it sound so far way—some distant foreign place."
"Well, it's for sure not. It’s a farming town, most everyone there farms or something---raises cows or pigs or stuff like that. Plus…it's like the fucking capital of weird. Full of ignorant, scared people. I always wanted to get out. I was hoping for a football scholarship but that didn’t work out. And with the other shit that happened—I finally just--left."
"And now you’re here, on your own--lucky me." Lex laid his hand over the sun tattoo. He pressed a little, just enough to feel the pulse beating there. He could feel heat rising from Whit's groin. Whit resisted, but he was too clever for him, and before long was melting into the kiss, the way he always did. Lex pulled back from the kiss, slid down the long gold torso and mouthed along Whit's tattoo. "Tell me more about the place."
Whit gasped for air, and spread his legs so Lex could move more comfortably between them. He rubbed Lex's shoulders, pressed his thumb into the dragon. "What for? Like I said, it was small and smelly and the people were narrow-minded when they weren't being scared. It's why I fucking left."
"Scared. What were they scared of? That's the second time you've made a comment like that."
"We didn't—we don’t talk about it. Things happen. Ever since the meteor shower, that's how it's been."
"Meteor shower. Yeah, I saw one of those once, kinda up close and personal."
Whit grimaced. He pushed Lex out of the way, stood and grabbed his skate. "Yeah. I doubt it was anything like this one."
Whit was done talking. "Okay," Lex shrugged and watched him walk away to join a cluster of other skaters. He grabbed the messenger bag leaning against the wall, and pulled out a sketchbook. He sketched Whit and the others, and took notes while he waited to see if he was coming back. He grinned to himself when the other skaters left and Whit came back to the little alcove he was waiting in.
He sat down, his face and arms gleamed in the waning sunlight. Lex inhaled a little…Whit smelled like sweat and sun…he smelled good.
Whit started talking as if he'd never walked away. "You know what we never talk about? We talk about everything else but. Me, this thing—" he jerked his chin at the street— "your art….what about you, Lex? I don't even know your name, or where you're from…"
"Metropolis born and bred—as long as there's a Metropolis, cher Pere used to say, there will always be…us. The Family. Guess we're like cockroaches that way."
"That's not a nice description of your family," Whit said.
"Hah," Lex said. "Say that again if you ever meet my family. The Luthors." He held out his hand and with a wry smile said, "Alexander Luthor, of the Metropolis Luthors. Pleased to meet you."
"Holy fuck, not those Luthors—those Luthors? You’re fucking stupid rich. What are you doing hanging out with us?
"Was 'fucking stupid rich'. I don’t have a place with them anymore. He kicked me out. Here I am, just me and my sketchbook--making a decent living at least. He couldn’t take that from me." Lex grinned, a flash of ironic good humor. "My youngest brother's the only decent one out of the bunch. And for the last couple of years, he's been stuck in his own little rural hell—place called Smallville."
Whit stared. "Smallville? Fuckin'…that's the place. It's where I'm from...your brother is Julian Luthor?"
Lex dropped his head, trying to cover his reaction. "Yeah. Poor shit. I don’t hear from him much, but I bet the old man has more to do with that than Jules not wanting to talk to me…I hope. Fucking Smallville. I was there in the eighties. Briefly. I saw."
"You saw—oh. Meteor storm."
"Yep, my dad and I—this was the year after my little brother was born—flew there in a helicopter. I spent the whole flight trying not to wet myself. I don't mind telling you, flying scares the piss out of me." Lex smiled at Whit, inviting him to laugh, but Whit frowned and shook his head.
"I hear ya. If I gotta fly to get there—fuck it."
Lex nodded, gentler look softening his expression. "When we landed, my dad spent the time trying to dick someone out of some land, a factory or something, and I wandered around the corn bored out of my mind and suddenly, I look up at the sky and there's this guy, some kid, hung out to dry…"
"Scarecrow." Whit muttered. "Stupid fucking scarecrow…"
"Yeaa-ah, people in the deep country have to make their own fun I guess---football wasn't homoerotic enough for them, they had to strip their own and hang them. So—me in the field, gawping at this half naked stranger and out of nowhere, the sky blows up. I'm lying in the dirt, and praying to any god who'll hear me —'just let me live, and I'll behave—I'll be different. I'll be good'—you know the shit you say when you're about to die. All my hair fell out." Lex stopped, sighed. "Later, it grew back, but not until I was out of high school…"
"Damn, and kids being what they are…I bet that was hell."
"You have no idea."
Whit grimaced and lay in Lex's lap, threw his arms over his head. He was bowed over Lex's thighs. He closed his eyes and Lex heard the small sigh. "You look good on my lap," he chuckled.
Whit snorted. "Face up, and I still look good?" He smiled.
"You're such an asshole." Warm strong fingers poked and prodded him. "But you're my asshole, so I guess it's okay."
Whit laughed out loud and shifted on Lex's lap. Lex looked down at him, into an expression so soft, it made his stomach flip. For a moment, he was afraid. For a second, all he wanted to do was jump to his feet and run.
Whit opened his eyes, looked right into Lex's. The soft expression tightened and the look was gone, and so was the moment. Whit's eyes were blue and cool, sardonic, the way they always were.
"I thought you were going to fall asleep," Lex said lightly.
"Oh man," he stretched and sat up. "It was hard. I had a pretty good pillow." Lex searched Whit's face for any trace of what he thought he'd seen there, but it was just Whit. "Hey. We've been out here all day. Are you going to feed me or what?"
Lex leaned back against the wall behind him. "What are you going to do for me?"
Whit grinned, and straddled Lex's lap. "I don't know." He kissed Lex's shoulder. "How about that?" He traced the dragon tattoo with the tip of his tongue. Lex made a small sound.
"Beginning to get there."
Whit followed the arch of the dragon's neck, the sweep of it's whiskers to a hard copper colored nipple. Lex jerked, and Whit pressed his teeth against it and sucked. He rolled his tongue against the hard nub, bit and soothed the way Lex liked. Lex arched and pressed his hard length against the cleft of Whit's ass.
"How 'bout now?" He was grinning at Lex, obviously felt pretty proud of himself, at least until Lex shoved his hand up one leg of Whit's shorts. He yelped when Lex fingers grazed his balls.
Lex snickered. "Yeah…that might be worth…toast…"
"Toast? You bastard." Whit started to rock, making sure Lex was pressed firmly against his ass; he ground down, and wrung a gasp out of the both of them. Lex's hands came up to cup Whit's shoulders, tightened the grip when Whit lifted and ground down again. Lex pulled him so tight that through the baggy shorts, he felt Whit's rigid dick dig into his stomach. Lex growled, wrapped arms around his waist and adjusted himself so that their dicks were pressed together, fighting for sensation muffled by layers of clothing. "Oh, man, Lex. Stop. Someone--"
"No one can see us."
Lex's hand slid in between them, and he worked Whit's shorts open. Whit shivered all over when his dick was exposed to the air. "I want to touch you too," he murmured and his dick jerked in Lex's fist.
"Nothing's stopping you." He leaned away a fraction, just enough for Whit to get at his zipper, pull him out of the confines of his shorts. Whit gathered them together in his hand. They both moaned. It felt good, hot and smooth together, the slide of Whit's dick against his.
Lex shuddered and moaned. "Okay, full—full breakfast, eh-eggs and—toast—and ah!—orange juice--"
"Shut *up,*" Whit laughed breathlessly. "You're such an asshole."
"Asshole, hunh?" he growled, and slid his hands under Whit, lifted him slightly. Whit's shorts dropped under his ass, and Lex grabbed, squeezed hard.
"Ah—Lex," Whit groaned, and shook hard. Lex's fingers skated over his hole, and just that bare touch made Whit shiver and his grip wavered a bit. When he started jerking them again it was a wetter, easier slide and Lex started to recite the times table in his head…
He rolled the tip of his finger over and around the opening, until Whit growled, rose and dropped, trying to force it in. With a chuckle, Lex leaned forward and locked his mouth over Whit's neck. He sucked and bit at him, kept still and let Whit do the work of getting his finger inside. Close as they were it was hard for Whit to move, but he managed, enough to drive Lex panting toward orgasm. Whit was on edge too, Lex knew what that looked like on him—streamers of sensation surged through him like a warm tingly wave, gathered in his groin. Lex moved his finger in and out, knew how much Whit loved the pull against the ring of muscle clamped around Lex's finger, he told him so, loudly, often, not worrying in the least about privacy or the lack of it. Lex loved it--the stream of tingly warmth became a flood of electric heat.
"You gonna come, Whit?"
"You—you first." And he twisted his tight grip around their dicks.
"Un-unh—wait—" with a surprised shout, Lex came in a rush and Whit let go at the same time, surrendered with a groan, and Lex felt him throbbing hard against his dick. They traded slow wet kisses; Whit dragged his hand through the slippery wet fluid coating their skin.
Lex floated in a comfortable world of warmth and no thought for long seconds, before Whit bit at his chin. "Wake up, babe."
He pushed Whit flat, and pulled the waist of his shorts wide to lick all around the sun, flicking his tongue through their mingled come.
"So…breakfast? With everything?" Whit asked in a breathless voice and Lex snorted.
"Yeah. Breakfast with everything, skater boy. You're going to have to work hard for lunch, though."
Whit grinned. "Um, can't wait."
11-11-2007
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11/12/07 03:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/12/07 03:17 am (UTC)*roxy paste another gold star on the "make dances fall in love with the whitlexx" master plan*
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11/12/07 03:36 am (UTC)Very hot, darling, even if it *is* Whit. Eek.
:D
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11/12/07 03:51 am (UTC)Yeah. You do love me. *HUGS*
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11/12/07 03:57 am (UTC)I loved their backstories and the sweetness of boys with tattoos.
*g*
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11/12/07 04:11 am (UTC)Thanks so much beloved! *g*
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11/12/07 04:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/12/07 04:36 am (UTC)*swoons*
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11/12/07 05:05 am (UTC)I love how you used the tatoos to create the story. :D
Love to know what Whit has to do to earn lunch, and dinner, and breakfast the next morning. ;D
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11/12/07 08:35 am (UTC)*roxy be all laughing at your evolness*
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11/12/07 11:44 am (UTC)(no subject)
11/12/07 12:01 pm (UTC)I loved the au Lex/Whit action. So yummy!
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11/13/07 05:37 am (UTC)*catches, dips*
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11/13/07 05:38 am (UTC)Thank you so much, lovey!! I feel a little better about this now. *happysmile*
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11/13/07 05:40 am (UTC)*shmoch*
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11/13/07 05:45 am (UTC)I was happy to get a chance to write Whit, though they fought me tooth and nail this time out. :(
I'm so obsessed with Whit that I've got
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11/17/07 08:22 pm (UTC)And you've captured the "boy talk" perfectly. Your boys really sound like boys!
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11/18/07 11:13 pm (UTC)Good stuff, lady! :)
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11/21/07 03:34 am (UTC)Great icon!!
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11/21/07 03:38 am (UTC)Dear Diary,
My evil plan proceeds nicely...expect the subject to succumb to the incredible hottness that is Whit soonish...one more PWP should do it. Oh and guess what, Brad asked me to the big dance tonight, but I said no. I did blow him under the bleachers though--it seemed like the thing to do. Oh well, back to the work of evil....