Time: Post Sex Dream, Pre Sex / Kinsey: Age 22 / During YIM
Rating: Naughty
“It wakes!” Isaac joked as Kinsey stumbled into the kitchen. She stuck her tongue out at him and sat at the table to his right.
“Whatcha doing?” she asked, looking at the sheets of staff paper spread out on the table.
“Just looking through some music that we all wrote, seeing if any of it is worth pursuing,” he explained, “What’s Taylor doing?”
“Probably beating off,” Zac shrugged. Kinsey stood to join Zac at the counter to make herself some lunch.
“Oh god. Don’t say such things,” Kinsey said, putting some mayo on her wheat bread.
“It’s probably true.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” she sighed, giving her half-made sandwich a dirty look, “You want to get some Chinese food? I could use me some spicy chicken!”
“I’m game!” Zac replied excitedly, “Hey Ike, you want some Chinese food?”
“Sure. You want to get me some Kung-Pao Chicken?”
“Yeah. Kung-POW! POW!” Zac exclaimed, doing a series of karate-esque moves.
“Did you just have a seizure?” Isaac asked.
“No… I was doing kar-ah-tay. Hey TAYLOR! DO YOU WANT SOME CHINESE FOOD?” Zac screamed at the ceiling. Kinsey glared at him and rubbed her ears.
“You wanna turn the main down a tad there, Skidrow?” she asked.
“DON’T YELL AT ME FROM ANOTHER FLOOR! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THAT PISSES ME OFF!” Taylor yelled from upstairs.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING RIGHT NOW, JACKASS?” Zac asked. Taylor didn’t reply, he just came down the stairs, nude except for the black towel that he was holding closed around his waist.
“I’m trying to get in the shower here, what do you want?” he asked.
“Good lord. Did you have to come down here unclothed?” Kinsey asked, forcing herself to avert her eyes from Taylor’s exposed body. Stupid dream…
“Yeah, like you care,” he said, barely glancing at her before looking expectantly back at Zac for the answer he was waiting for.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked.
“Whatever you want it to mean, Kinsey,” Taylor sighed.
“Listen, Taylor. I don’t know what you’re getting at, but you can just-”
“Stop! AH! Taylor, do you want some Chinese food?” Zac interrupted, stepping between the two of them.
“Yes. Sesame Chicken,” he said, and after receiving a dirty look from Zac added, “Please.”
“Sure. Kung POW chicken for Ike, and some Sesame Street Chicken for Tay. Cool. Shall we go bundle up?” Zac asked Kinsey. She just nodded and walked past Taylor, purposefully hitting his shoulder as she walked by as payback for being such a dillhole.
An hour later, they were all seated at the dining room table eating their food. Kinsey reaching over with her fork and speared a piece of Sesame Chicken off of Taylor’s plate.
“Hey!” he said, smiling slightly.
“Hey Taylor, can I have a piece of your chicken?” she asked while chewing the piece in question.
“Um… no. It’s my chicken!” he said.
“Would you like me to regurgitate it for you? I mean, if it means that much to you, I would do that.” She leaned over his plate and stuck her finger down her throat. Taylor laughed lightly and pushed her away.
“Get away from my food!”
“No, no. You want it back, just let me do this,” she said, leaning in again. He pushed her again, this time causing her to almost fall out of her chair. His eyes opened wide as he saw hers narrow.
“Oh, you are in so much trouble,” she said, leaping out of her chair, causing him to flee the table.
“Guys… GUYS! Your food is going to get cold!” Isaac shouted.
“Just let them go. They’ll stop once one of them is dead,” Zac said, stealing some chicken from Kinsey’s plate.
Meanwhile, Kinsey was chasing Taylor around the living room. Taylor, thinking fast, used the couch as a springboard to leap over it and out the door. Kinsey followed him through the doorway and up the stairs where she found that he had run into her bedroom.
“Taylor, what are you doing hiding in my room. I wonder where you could be,” she said sarcastically. As she walked past her bed, she felt a hand close around her ankle and jerk, causing her to lose balance and tumble to the floor. She found herself face to face with Taylor as her body collided with the floor as he had managed to cram himself into the small space under her bed. Instinctively, she reached her arm under the bed and began to hit him in retaliation for making her fall.
“Ow! Ow! Damn it!” he exclaimed, trying to scoot backwards. In the process of moving towards the other side of the bed, he felt something blocking his path.
“Hmm… what’s this?” he asked, knowing full well that it was something she didn’t want him to see from the look on her face.
“Taylor… don’t.” she warned. Without hesitation, he quickly wiggled himself to the other side of the bed, shoving the object along with him. Once he had come out the other side, he grabbed what he found to be a box and opened it, his eyes opening wide as he surveyed the contents.
“Well well well. What do we have here?” he questioned, looking at the box filled with condoms, massage oil, and, a vibrator.
“Give it to me!” she exclaimed, lurching over the bed only to find herself shoved away.
“Baby! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!” he sang, “You’re apparently getting a lot given to you. What in god’s name do you need so many condoms for?”
“I get laid plenty, Taylor,” she said pointedly, obviously frustrated by the fact that every time she reached for her box, he forcibly slapped her hand away.
“Ooo. Ribbed, flavored, studded, glow-in-the-dark, extra-sensitive. You’ve got all of your bases covered here, Kins.”
“Come on.”
“No Kinsey. I’m playing,” he said. As she heard her vibrator turn on, she just groaned and collapsed onto the bed, giving in to defeat.
“This thing is so fucking scary. You really use this?” he asked, holding it in her direction.
“It’s not scary, it’s the Rabbit. And yes, I used it last night, as a matter of fact.”
“Gah!” he exclaimed, turning it off. Kinsey just laughed.
“Ugh… too much information!” Taylor exclaimed, dropping it into the box and standing. He didn’t even look at her again before leaving and heading back downstairs, Kinsey close on his heels after shoving the box back under her bed.
“Who won?” Zac asked.
“Me,” Taylor said, “I found Kinsey’s naughty stash.” Kinsey rolled her eyes.
“Her what?” Zac asked.
“You know, condoms, a vi-” but he was interrupted by a hard kick to the shin by Kinsey, “FUCK! That hurt!”
“Good,” she said matter-of-factly before eating some more rice.
“What should we have for dinner tonight. How about some rabbit, Kinsey?” Taylor smirked. She glared at him.
“Shut. Up.”
“It’s okay, Kinsey. We know that you masturbate. We all do, it’s normal.”
“I swear to god, I’m going to cut your balls off with this spoon!” she threatened aggressively, holding up the plastic soup spoon that had been resting beside her plate. She wanted to die of embarassment and she was damned if she was going to spill casually over lunch what he had just found under her bed.
“Well, I’m uncomfortable,” Zac stated after a few minutes of awkward silence, pushing his chair back and grabbing his empty plate.
“I’m sorry, Zac. Taylor just needs to learn to keep his big ass mouth shut,” Kinsey said, also standing and taking her plate to the kitchen, wishing she knew why he always had to spoil everything by being such an epic douche.