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[FIC] Ever After (Chapter 2/11)
Title: Ever After
Main Pairing: Jeff/Greg, with background Chip/Wayne and Colin/Ryan
Rating: R for language
Total Word Count: 17,890
Chapter Word Count: 1,188
Summary: Jeff’s a directionally challenged actor who can’t seem to catch a break. Chip promises that Jeff’s new GPS will be the solution to all of his problems, but why does it seem to cause more problems than it solves? Will Chip turn out to be right in the end? (Spoiler alert: of course he will. This is, after all, a fairy tale.)
Special Thanks: to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sungreen70 for patiently (lol) championing this story from its humble beginnings in 2009, subtly (lol) suggesting I finish it while recovering at home from surgery, and going above and beyond as a beta reader despite all the other demands — including Hurricane Sandy and a presidential election! — on her time. You are amazing! ♥
Jeff followed Chip’s Cherokee into the parking lot of the Culver City Best Buy, looking around for a parking space. By the time he found one, Chip was waiting for him at the entrance, a familiar figure standing next to him. “I called him from the car,” Chip said as the three of them headed into the store.
“I just bought a new one a month ago,” Wayne explained. “So I’ll hook you up with something good.”
“Hook me up? With what? What are we doing here?”
Wayne looked at Chip. “Why does everything have to be a surprise with you?”
“I just thought it would be more fun that way! Look at him, Wayne — doesn’t he look like he needs a bit of fun?”
Jeff stopped. “Hello? Is someone going to tell me what’s going on? What are we buying?”
Wayne nudged Chip. “Well? This was your idea.”
“You’re buying a GPS,” Chip said, pausing to allow Jeff an opportunity to jump up and down with glee at the news. When no reaction was forthcoming, Chip made a hasty attempt to fill the lengthening silence. “Well, you did say you’d be able to find your way around if you had someone in the car telling you where to go. And since you can’t hire a real person to do that, why not get a computer to do it for you? Anyway, it’s gotta be safer than trying to read a Thomas Guide on the freeway.”
“Okay,” Jeff said, nodding. “You win. I’ll buy a GPS, and all my problems will be solved.”
“They will,” Chip said. “You’ll see.” Taking Jeff’s arm and leading him into the Best Buy, he added, “Trust me, this is going to be the best purchase you ever make.”
Jeff examined the GPS range on display in the store. On Wayne’s advice, he selected the latest TomTom model and paid for it with his credit card. With the box containing his purchase tucked under his arm, Jeff headed back to his car, Chip and Wayne trailing along behind him.
Chip and Wayne climbed into the backseat. “Give it here and I’ll set it up for you,” Wayne offered, and Jeff passed the GPS back to him. Wayne’s fingers flew over the touchscreen, setting the default language and choosing the background colours. “Okay, you’re all set,” he said. “No, wait, we just need to pick a voice.” Wayne touched the Change Voice icon on the screen.
“Pick a voice?” Jeff said. “I thought it just talked to you in that electronic computer voice.” He mimicked talking on a phone. “Your call is important to us. Your call will be answered by the next available operator....”
Chip flicked him with the charging cable. “Enough. What are our choices?”
“Well, first we need to decide whether the voice should be male or female.”
The three men looked at each other. “Male,” they said simultaneously. “Of course.”
“Okay, and now we get to pick the accent. There’s Todd, who has a southern accent. Ken’s got a New York accent. And then there’s Greg, who’s listed as the system default.”
“The default’s fine, Wayne. No need to make this any more complicated than you already are.”
“Fine. Greg it is,” Wayne confirmed, pressing the Done button. “Now let’s mount this baby—”
Chip and Jeff snickered.
“Is it me, or is getting a bit bawdy in here?” Chip said, fanning himself in imitation of Wayne’s southern belle persona.
Wayne gave them a dirty look. He passed the GPS to Jeff, who attached the holder to the windshield and clicked the GPS into place. “Done. Okay, Jeff, time for Greg to take you home. Just touch the screen, select Navigate To, then press Home. Greg’ll do the rest.”
Jeff ran his finger down the side of the GPS unit. “And how does it know where ‘Home’ is?”
“Because I programmed your home address into it, dummy. Man, is he always this thick?”
“Easy,” Chip murmured. “He’s had a rough day.”
* * *
Jeff cruised along Santa Monica Boulevard, heading for home.
“In point five miles, turn right,” came Greg’s voice from the GPS.
Jeff smiled to himself. Greg’s slightly nasal voice amused him, and he liked being able to relax and just enjoy the drive. Thanks to Greg, he hadn’t made a single wrong turn since leaving the Best Buy parking lot.
“Turn right,” Greg said, and Jeff pulled a smooth right turn into his street. His shoulders relaxed reflexively as he slowed, the familiar buildings rising up around him.
“You have reached your destination,” Greg announced, and Jeff chuckled.
“Whoa there. We’ve got about three buildings to go before mine.” Jeff pressed a button on the remote control that was clipped to the sun visor and the gate leading to his apartment building’s garage began to roll open. He parked, then gave the GPS a quick pat before switching it off and tucking it into his laptop bag. The sight of a rolled-up script sticking out of the bag’s inner pocket brought the day’s events back, and Jeff felt his shoulders tightening in response. He shoved the script deeper into the bag.
Upstairs, Jeff let himself into his apartment, almost dropping his bag onto its usual spot on the floor before remembering the GPS. Wayne had told him to charge it overnight before running it off the battery. Jeff carried it almost reverently into his bedroom, where he set it up on his nightstand. He unplugged his cell phone charger and plugged the GPS charger in its place. Jeff moved about the room, shedding his clothes as he did so. He tossed his shirt in the laundry hamper, his suit jacket over the back of a chair. When he’d stripped to his boxers he flopped down on his bed with a sigh.
Mentally Jeff catalogued the events of the day: the missed audition, the angry call from his agent, dinner with Chip, the shopping trip at Best Buy. His thoughts lingered on the shopping trip, and how he’d felt sitting in the warm confines of his car with Chip and Wayne. He’d dated both of them in the past, and his relationships with them had been punctuated by a series of casual affairs with various other guys: the key grip on the last TV show he’d worked on, a guy he’d met at the gym, someone who worked at the Jamba Juice on Larchmont. Three months ago, he and Wayne had tried again to make it work. But Wayne had broken it off less than a week later, suddenly and with little warning. There had been no one in Jeff’s life since.
Thinking about Wayne caused a familiar stirring in his groin, and Jeff automatically reached down and slipped a hand into his boxer shorts. Closing his eyes, he pictured Wayne and began to stroke himself, softly at first and then increasing in intensity. He could feel his orgasm building and building until finally, he found his release. He sighed and let his sticky hand fall to the bed.
From the nightstand, the GPS emitted a tiny, barely audible peep.
Main Pairing: Jeff/Greg, with background Chip/Wayne and Colin/Ryan
Rating: R for language
Total Word Count: 17,890
Chapter Word Count: 1,188
Summary: Jeff’s a directionally challenged actor who can’t seem to catch a break. Chip promises that Jeff’s new GPS will be the solution to all of his problems, but why does it seem to cause more problems than it solves? Will Chip turn out to be right in the end? (Spoiler alert: of course he will. This is, after all, a fairy tale.)
Special Thanks: to
sungreen70 for patiently (lol) championing this story from its humble beginnings in 2009, subtly (lol) suggesting I finish it while recovering at home from surgery, and going above and beyond as a beta reader despite all the other demands — including Hurricane Sandy and a presidential election! — on her time. You are amazing! ♥Jeff followed Chip’s Cherokee into the parking lot of the Culver City Best Buy, looking around for a parking space. By the time he found one, Chip was waiting for him at the entrance, a familiar figure standing next to him. “I called him from the car,” Chip said as the three of them headed into the store.
“I just bought a new one a month ago,” Wayne explained. “So I’ll hook you up with something good.”
“Hook me up? With what? What are we doing here?”
Wayne looked at Chip. “Why does everything have to be a surprise with you?”
“I just thought it would be more fun that way! Look at him, Wayne — doesn’t he look like he needs a bit of fun?”
Jeff stopped. “Hello? Is someone going to tell me what’s going on? What are we buying?”
Wayne nudged Chip. “Well? This was your idea.”
“You’re buying a GPS,” Chip said, pausing to allow Jeff an opportunity to jump up and down with glee at the news. When no reaction was forthcoming, Chip made a hasty attempt to fill the lengthening silence. “Well, you did say you’d be able to find your way around if you had someone in the car telling you where to go. And since you can’t hire a real person to do that, why not get a computer to do it for you? Anyway, it’s gotta be safer than trying to read a Thomas Guide on the freeway.”
“Okay,” Jeff said, nodding. “You win. I’ll buy a GPS, and all my problems will be solved.”
“They will,” Chip said. “You’ll see.” Taking Jeff’s arm and leading him into the Best Buy, he added, “Trust me, this is going to be the best purchase you ever make.”
Jeff examined the GPS range on display in the store. On Wayne’s advice, he selected the latest TomTom model and paid for it with his credit card. With the box containing his purchase tucked under his arm, Jeff headed back to his car, Chip and Wayne trailing along behind him.
Chip and Wayne climbed into the backseat. “Give it here and I’ll set it up for you,” Wayne offered, and Jeff passed the GPS back to him. Wayne’s fingers flew over the touchscreen, setting the default language and choosing the background colours. “Okay, you’re all set,” he said. “No, wait, we just need to pick a voice.” Wayne touched the Change Voice icon on the screen.
“Pick a voice?” Jeff said. “I thought it just talked to you in that electronic computer voice.” He mimicked talking on a phone. “Your call is important to us. Your call will be answered by the next available operator....”
Chip flicked him with the charging cable. “Enough. What are our choices?”
“Well, first we need to decide whether the voice should be male or female.”
The three men looked at each other. “Male,” they said simultaneously. “Of course.”
“Okay, and now we get to pick the accent. There’s Todd, who has a southern accent. Ken’s got a New York accent. And then there’s Greg, who’s listed as the system default.”
“The default’s fine, Wayne. No need to make this any more complicated than you already are.”
“Fine. Greg it is,” Wayne confirmed, pressing the Done button. “Now let’s mount this baby—”
Chip and Jeff snickered.
“Is it me, or is getting a bit bawdy in here?” Chip said, fanning himself in imitation of Wayne’s southern belle persona.
Wayne gave them a dirty look. He passed the GPS to Jeff, who attached the holder to the windshield and clicked the GPS into place. “Done. Okay, Jeff, time for Greg to take you home. Just touch the screen, select Navigate To, then press Home. Greg’ll do the rest.”
Jeff ran his finger down the side of the GPS unit. “And how does it know where ‘Home’ is?”
“Because I programmed your home address into it, dummy. Man, is he always this thick?”
“Easy,” Chip murmured. “He’s had a rough day.”
Jeff cruised along Santa Monica Boulevard, heading for home.
“In point five miles, turn right,” came Greg’s voice from the GPS.
Jeff smiled to himself. Greg’s slightly nasal voice amused him, and he liked being able to relax and just enjoy the drive. Thanks to Greg, he hadn’t made a single wrong turn since leaving the Best Buy parking lot.
“Turn right,” Greg said, and Jeff pulled a smooth right turn into his street. His shoulders relaxed reflexively as he slowed, the familiar buildings rising up around him.
“You have reached your destination,” Greg announced, and Jeff chuckled.
“Whoa there. We’ve got about three buildings to go before mine.” Jeff pressed a button on the remote control that was clipped to the sun visor and the gate leading to his apartment building’s garage began to roll open. He parked, then gave the GPS a quick pat before switching it off and tucking it into his laptop bag. The sight of a rolled-up script sticking out of the bag’s inner pocket brought the day’s events back, and Jeff felt his shoulders tightening in response. He shoved the script deeper into the bag.
Upstairs, Jeff let himself into his apartment, almost dropping his bag onto its usual spot on the floor before remembering the GPS. Wayne had told him to charge it overnight before running it off the battery. Jeff carried it almost reverently into his bedroom, where he set it up on his nightstand. He unplugged his cell phone charger and plugged the GPS charger in its place. Jeff moved about the room, shedding his clothes as he did so. He tossed his shirt in the laundry hamper, his suit jacket over the back of a chair. When he’d stripped to his boxers he flopped down on his bed with a sigh.
Mentally Jeff catalogued the events of the day: the missed audition, the angry call from his agent, dinner with Chip, the shopping trip at Best Buy. His thoughts lingered on the shopping trip, and how he’d felt sitting in the warm confines of his car with Chip and Wayne. He’d dated both of them in the past, and his relationships with them had been punctuated by a series of casual affairs with various other guys: the key grip on the last TV show he’d worked on, a guy he’d met at the gym, someone who worked at the Jamba Juice on Larchmont. Three months ago, he and Wayne had tried again to make it work. But Wayne had broken it off less than a week later, suddenly and with little warning. There had been no one in Jeff’s life since.
Thinking about Wayne caused a familiar stirring in his groin, and Jeff automatically reached down and slipped a hand into his boxer shorts. Closing his eyes, he pictured Wayne and began to stroke himself, softly at first and then increasing in intensity. He could feel his orgasm building and building until finally, he found his release. He sighed and let his sticky hand fall to the bed.
From the nightstand, the GPS emitted a tiny, barely audible peep.
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“Well, first we need to decide whether the voice should be male or female.”
The three men looked at each other. “Male,” they said simultaneously. “Of course.”
*sporfle*
From the nightstand, the GPS emitted a tiny, barely audible peep.
Ooh! Kinky GPS! ;)
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And there's nothing wrong with a little kink, as I believe we established elsewhere in the comments ;-)
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Oh my, I was not prepared for that last image. Wow. So simple, and yet somewhat arousing... Ehem. I mean. Yeah.
Sun's right, y'know? Kinky GPS! :P
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