Online and Anonymous - Part 4
Jun. 8th, 2012 10:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sunmontueRating: PG13
Word count: ~1,000/>75,000 words
Warnings: None.
Summary: By day Dave is a quiet attentive school student, but by night he's a smut-writing fanfic-writer who ships Johnlock. Kurt's never heard of fanfiction before Blaine tells him about it but he's about to be exposed to a whole new world.
Author’s note: For the record, when I started this fic I ensured that “HookedonHope” and “FruitLover” were both unused usernames.
Dave grins, holds back a snort of amusement. He’s only come across a few other guys since he started writing, and none have them have been his age. Close, but not quite. They’ve either been in their early teens (and it used to worry them that they read his stories but he’s long gotten over that fact) or a bit older, at college and friendly-flirty. Like this guy. If it is actually a guy. Because he’s come across those as well. He re-reads the one line, and it’s always hard to tell through the internet what things can sometimes mean, but he’s gotten better at it.
He’s not sure how to respond. It wouldn’t be the first flirtatious correspondence he’s had, but… he shrugs. It’s harmless. He’s not with anyone, and he needs all the practice he can get considering he failed wooing Kurt. So much for that advice from his online friends. Although he hadn’t factored in Blaine. He’d kind of thought that maybe they’d broken up, but that had obviously been a massive mistake on his behalf. He taps the keyboard absently, trying to figure out what to type and then it hits him.
You seem pretty good with words to me. And I guess I’ll have to work at becoming not anyone.
He presses send before he can re-think and erase the incredibly cheesy message. Fuck. There’s a fifty-fifty chance it’s a girl. If they’re actually telling the truth, then well the chance of him being close to his age is slim. They type well though. No abbreviations or text speak, which he hates. So he’d err on slightly older. He hopes so, because the idea of flirting with some pre-teen is honestly horrifying.
I guess you will. ;) Does bribery work? A new piece of information for every new chapter?
Damn that was a fast response. Whoever it is, is clearly sitting there on their computer, waiting for his replies. Huh. He grins and types out his reply.
A new piece of information about you, or about me?
Both. Make it interesting. ;) I have to run. The bell just rang. Write for me my pretty!
Dave sits back, wonders if Fruitlover is aware he’s given away multiple pieces of information in just a few lines. He’s a guy. Probably. Gay. Most likely if he is a guy. And goes to school. God he hopes it’s high school. And he made a Wizard of Oz reference, which could mean a couple of things… Musical lover. Older. And also whoever it is is bossy as hell. He grins and starts typing again, working on the next chapter with a new sense of purpose.
OAA
Kurt feels on the verge of hysterical laughter for the rest of the afternoon. He can’t believe he’s trading messages with someone anonymously. He’s used chat rooms before, but that was with friends he already had. Not strangers. God. His dad would kill him if he knew he was talking to strange men on the internet. Oh god, he is though. Worse, he’s flirting. But it feels good. Freeing. Especially the fact that he’s being responded to, flirted with and it feels naughty and safe all at once. He’s pretty sure his dad wouldn’t understand this whole fanfiction thing. Although, he would understand his need to talk to someone his age going through the same thing. Hmm. That’s an idea. He turns it over in his head, considering.
He’s still thinking about it again when he gets home, because he needs to come up with something to tell his dad. If he starts spending too much time online he’ll need a reason to explain why because his dad will notice. He does things like that now, worried that he’ll think he’s ignoring him or isn’t there for him, so has become slightly over attentive. He gets where his dad is coming from, but he really doesn’t need him to worry. It’s probably best to take the offensive, offer information before his dad even asks, because then… he won’t get asked and have to lie. Although he can’t exactly be upfront and truthful. Hey dad, I’m reading ‘stuff’ online and chatting up the author…
He lets laughter bubble up and he snorts in amusement, because yeah, he could tell his dad he was looking at porn, that would give him privacy and ensure his dad never asks to borrow his laptop again, but he still doesn’t really consider it porn. There are no pictures, just his own imagination responding to words… he’s always associated porn with visual images. He supposes the best and most truthful description would be erotic literature for what he’s reading. And that doesn’t sound so bad.
He does his homework, wireless internet disabled on his laptop and phone turned off and buried at the bottom of his bag, because as much as he wants to read a new chapter as soon as it’s there he has to put his future first. And surely the guy writing can’t write that fast. After twenty minutes he’s itching to check his e-mail, and he’s only a quarter of the way through his homework. No. Ten more minutes and then he’ll check. He lasts five before enabling the wireless on his laptop. There’s no new e-mail saying there’s a new chapter of any of the three stories. He sighs and leaves his e-mail open. He clearly has no self-control.
OAA
It’s shorter than normal, but he only updated it on Friday night, and he stops right before the planned sex scene. He types rapidly, and it’s one thing that this addiction has done for him is improve his typing speed and accuracy. He rereads it, tries to pay attention to possible typos and grammar. He’s ignored his homework, which is something he swore he’d never do (again), but he’s also ahead, because he knows that if the mood strikes him and he wants to spend all night writing, he can if his homework is already done. Maybe not well, but enough that the teacher isn’t going to haul him up for not doing it at all.
He uploads and publishes the story and then goes to make his dad and him some dinner. He knows he needs to do something. People actually need time to read the chapter before they review, and it might be a one-off little flirtation that will never happen again. He hopes that isn’t the case, but he’s had short one-off conversations with so many people that it’s hard to keep track. He chops vegetables and cooks pasta, making an easy dish that will keep warm in the oven for hours without ruining. It’s been forty minutes, which is hopefully plenty of time. Although he doesn’t even know where FruitLover lives. He suspects North America, if only because of the fact he was in school at the same time as him, but he’s learnt to never assume anything.
Another great chapter although I take umbrage at the cruel ending, leaving us (well, me) all hanging there, when I am sure you know exactly what we’re all waiting for. Reunion sex would have to be the best, I’m sure. Although all the sex you write seems to have its own charm.
Still there then, and it’s the first review to the new chapter and he knows he’s grinning like an idiot but he can’t help himself. He sits back in his chair, wondering what he can reply with, something that hits the right level of flirty but not creepy.
Well, I have to give you something to look forward to don’t I? ;) So…information? Can I ask if you’re older or younger than 17?
He sounds like an old pervert but he kind of needs to know an age, he can deal with older, but he’s giving up on this right here and now if he’s younger than 17.
I’m older than seventeen.
Thank fuck for that. He grins, relieved.
So, a senior in high school then?
How do you know that???
He fist pumps the air, feeling stupidly victorious for having guessed something, but knows he needs to explain. To tone down the potentially creepy.
Sorry. Didn’t mean to freak you out. (It’s nice to be right though). I didn’t -know-. I guessed. You said a bell had rung in one of you previous messages. There aren’t bells at college. Except the types used for alarms. Don’t worry, I’m not stalking you or anything, I’ve just gotten good at picking up little things. Call it a side-effect of writing Sherlock and being caught out by girls pretending to be guys. I suppose I can be a little paranoid too.
There’s a longer delay in the reply, and he wonders if he should go and eat dinner. Or more realistically, get dinner and eat it in front of his computer. Or bring his laptop down to the dining room table. He’s a bit worried that he’s completely freaked him out, made him run for the hills or something, but then the familiar ping alert comes through.
Why would a girl do that? And while I have been known to wear clothing to school that was bought in the women’s section I can assure you I am not in fact female. I can understand being paranoid. This is my first time talking to someone online that I don’t actually know in person, so… I’m a bit new to all this.
I don’t know why girls do what they do. Probably just as well I’m gay. So, you’re out? In high school? You’ve got big balls. And don’t worry, this site is fairly innocuous. You’re pretty safe here. Other sites… well. Start small.
Not that I’ve seen many to compare them to, but I assure you, they’re completely average. ;) And I’m sure if I decide to venture off this site you can protect me.
He laughs so hard that he’s almost in tears and he lets himself settle down before typing out his response.
I don’t think you need protecting. If anything people need to be warned about you. You seem pretty capable of holding your own.
Oh, trust me, I’m more than capable of holding my own. ;)
He blinks. He hadn’t meant it sexually, but more as a compliment. The fact that the guy (and he’s pretty confident it is a guy now), the fact that he’s out tells him that he’s strong. Confident. Unafraid of being labeled by his peers.
Not everything I say has a double meaning you know.
Sorry. Neither does mine. I would never talk like this if you ever met me in person.
That’s cool. I mean. I’m not even out to my parents yet, so being online is kind of a freedom for me. I get it. So, you got a question for me? Is meant to be an exchange of information right?
How old are you?
I’m a senior in high school as well. Another thing we have in common. And while I’d like nothing better to sit here and talk, I have to go eat dinner and do homework and stuff. And then do some writing. Some people are really demanding you know? ;)
Oh yes, some people definitely are. When do you normally update anyway? I’m going to plan reading so that it coincides with my alone time…
Alone time huh? That’s what you call it? ;) Well, I’ll try to make sure I keep all the smutty updates for either late at night or the weekends. Deal?
That would be appreciated. :) Deal.
