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pride_of_erinBecause I like being a tease, and because I have this crazy idea that it might actually kick start my writing mojo, which has been flagging as of late, I decided to share a tiny snippet of the frustratingly-still-not-finished Chapter 4 of There Is A God - Keller Be Thy Name (whose previous chapters are in my memories).
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"So - why Jesus?"
Chris flashed him that radiant smile again. "Because I'm God, Toby. And I want everyone, every fucking slob on the Strip, to know that *I* - am Almighty."
Toby frowned at him. 'Jesus Christ, it's like a constant back and forth between normal and psycho with this guy. Good thing I'm kind of starting to get used to it.'
Chris caught sight of his expression and grinned. "Don't worry, I'm not a nutcase, Toby. I don't mean *literally* God, I just mean…" He trailed off and then turned to Toby, grinning like an excited little kid. "God, baby, did you fucking see me tonight? The way I just got rid of that cop in like five seconds flat? He bought it, hook, line and fucking sinker. I made him do it, Toby. I can make anybody do anything. I got Bonnie to fucking marry me - she *loves* me, even though I'm shit and she could do better. Now she can't fucking live without me. I can make a buncha goddamn idiots give me a shitload of money just by talking a bunch of pretty bullshit at them. I got *you* to fucking come here with me. I can do anything, Toby. I can fucking have it all and no-one can stop me, no-one can fucking *touch* me. I'm Almighty, baby - I'm *powerful*. Too fucking powerful to touch."
Chris's eyes were bright and shifting everywhere as he rambled, high on ecstasy and delusions of grandeur. But Toby couldn't stop himself from thinking that he looked kind of beautiful like this though. Excited and *happy* and cockier than ever. Toby pulled his gaze away from those sparkling, midnight eyes, and attempted a light-hearted laugh.
"That doesn't make you God, Chris."
"Sure it does, Toby. Come on, admit it."
"What?"
"Tell me I'm God, Toby."
"*No*."
"Come on, you know it's true - just say it."
"Chris, you're not God. Just because you can get your wife to call you that, doesn't mean it's true." Toby's eyes widened as he realized what he'd let slip, and he hoped Chris wouldn't notice.
"How do you know I got Bonnie to call me - motherfucker! Did you hear us? Fuck, you must've, you were right next door."
'*Shit*,' Toby thought.
"No - well kinda, but - "
"Holy shit, you little pervert," Chris chuckled good-naturedly, "So you listened in on me fucking my wife, huh?"
"Well, you were so *loud* about it, I didn't really have a goddamn choice," Toby snipped.
"*Sure* you didn't. So'd you like the show? You get off on it?" Chris grinned, nudging Toby's shoulder with his own.
"Stop it," said Toby, although he didn't pull away. The closeness felt good, despite the how warm the room was.
"Did it make you hard, Toby?" Chris whispered, leaning closer.
'Fuck, yes,' Toby thought. "*No*," he said out loud.
"Bullshit. I can see it in your face - you're blushing."
Toby felt the heat in his cheeks and knew it was true. He looked away, embarrassed.
Chris leaned in even closer. "Did you touch yourself?" he breathed hotly into Toby's ear.
Oh, Christ . Toby turned his head and found his lips barely an inch away from Chris's, felt that hot breath against his mouth, found himself wanting to lean in and kiss him again more than anything…
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"So - why Jesus?"
Chris flashed him that radiant smile again. "Because I'm God, Toby. And I want everyone, every fucking slob on the Strip, to know that *I* - am Almighty."
Toby frowned at him. 'Jesus Christ, it's like a constant back and forth between normal and psycho with this guy. Good thing I'm kind of starting to get used to it.'
Chris caught sight of his expression and grinned. "Don't worry, I'm not a nutcase, Toby. I don't mean *literally* God, I just mean…" He trailed off and then turned to Toby, grinning like an excited little kid. "God, baby, did you fucking see me tonight? The way I just got rid of that cop in like five seconds flat? He bought it, hook, line and fucking sinker. I made him do it, Toby. I can make anybody do anything. I got Bonnie to fucking marry me - she *loves* me, even though I'm shit and she could do better. Now she can't fucking live without me. I can make a buncha goddamn idiots give me a shitload of money just by talking a bunch of pretty bullshit at them. I got *you* to fucking come here with me. I can do anything, Toby. I can fucking have it all and no-one can stop me, no-one can fucking *touch* me. I'm Almighty, baby - I'm *powerful*. Too fucking powerful to touch."
Chris's eyes were bright and shifting everywhere as he rambled, high on ecstasy and delusions of grandeur. But Toby couldn't stop himself from thinking that he looked kind of beautiful like this though. Excited and *happy* and cockier than ever. Toby pulled his gaze away from those sparkling, midnight eyes, and attempted a light-hearted laugh.
"That doesn't make you God, Chris."
"Sure it does, Toby. Come on, admit it."
"What?"
"Tell me I'm God, Toby."
"*No*."
"Come on, you know it's true - just say it."
"Chris, you're not God. Just because you can get your wife to call you that, doesn't mean it's true." Toby's eyes widened as he realized what he'd let slip, and he hoped Chris wouldn't notice.
"How do you know I got Bonnie to call me - motherfucker! Did you hear us? Fuck, you must've, you were right next door."
'*Shit*,' Toby thought.
"No - well kinda, but - "
"Holy shit, you little pervert," Chris chuckled good-naturedly, "So you listened in on me fucking my wife, huh?"
"Well, you were so *loud* about it, I didn't really have a goddamn choice," Toby snipped.
"*Sure* you didn't. So'd you like the show? You get off on it?" Chris grinned, nudging Toby's shoulder with his own.
"Stop it," said Toby, although he didn't pull away. The closeness felt good, despite the how warm the room was.
"Did it make you hard, Toby?" Chris whispered, leaning closer.
'Fuck, yes,' Toby thought. "*No*," he said out loud.
"Bullshit. I can see it in your face - you're blushing."
Toby felt the heat in his cheeks and knew it was true. He looked away, embarrassed.
Chris leaned in even closer. "Did you touch yourself?" he breathed hotly into Toby's ear.
Oh, Christ . Toby turned his head and found his lips barely an inch away from Chris's, felt that hot breath against his mouth, found himself wanting to lean in and kiss him again more than anything…
