Post by Alice Wilde on Nov 4, 2006 12:51:15 GMT -5
“plus i'd sleep with either noblet or jell(i)neck, as long as it didn't ruin what special thing they had”-BSam
Ahem.
This is Chuck Noblet.
This is Geoffrey Jellineck.
They are fictional teachers at the fictional high school, Flatpoint High. They also are having an affair.
As you can see from the above quote, Sam wants in on this affair.
Storytime, kids.
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Chuck Noblet grasped a sign that read “2, 4, 6, 8. WHO DO WE APPRECIATE? CONGRESSIONAL BILLS SUPPORTING GAY MARRIAGE AND THE CONGRESSMEN SUPPORTING THEM.” and sighed. He had asked special permission from Principal Blackman to spend a day alone with Geoffrey...yet, his lover had dragged him here. Seven hours in a car (four of them inching through traffic, wasting gas money). No stops for fast food. No sex.
This was quality time.
The Capitol Dome shined in front of them. Washington DC bustled with the sounds of law and order. Busy young men in suits ran around searching for lattés and ten dollar blowjobs. It was as though they could feel the energy rising up from the city.
Well, it would have, had they not arrived at night.
“Geoffrey,” Chuck set his sign down in the deserted courtyard. Not even security guards prowled around the building. “As much as I like admitting my homosexuality and listening to your constant hints that, by legalizing gay marriage, we can get married, I didn’t sit in a car for eight hours to show up at a rally that doesn’t exist.”
“It exists!” Geoffrey’s voice floated out of the darkness, high-pitched. His own sign (“HOMOPHOBES ARE GAY”*) wriggled as he gestured, effeminately. “We probably just missed it.”
“It’s four in the morning.” Chuck checked his watch. “Oh, I’m sorry, 4:23.”
“Well, maybe we wouldn’t be so late, Chuck,” Even the darkness, Geoffrey glared. “if we didn’t have to wait for your wife to fall asleep first. Now look, we still have one day to spend here–Don’t you want to divorce Claire for me someday? Don’t you want the same rights as Elton John?”
“Look, even if I don’t love my wife, that doesn’t mean that she can’t expose us in a horrible, horrible way. Could you imagine what would happen if she knew that I...what we...?” He sputtered, unable to admit to himself what had already been established in the opening paragraph. “Why do we have to get married anyway? Can’t we just have hot, ass-thumping sex?”
“Because I want a wedding!” Geoffrey threw his sign down. “A beautiful, white wedding where I can be the belle of the ball and everyone has to give me presents. I care a lot about what I want, Chuck...why can’t you?”
Suddenly, there was a rustle from the bushes. Geoffrey clung to Chuck’s arm, while Chuck pushed him off. A handsome young man, sans suit, but in a dirty T-shirt and jeans, stepped out, brushed the leaves from his hair, and held out his hand.
“I’m Sam Boddy.” He had an Australian accent, looked around. “When’s the org y?”
“You missed it.” Chuck said.
“No, no,” Geoffrey grinned at the stranger. “You’re going to have to forgive Chuck, he’s so uncaring. I’m Geoffrey Jellineck. I’m a teacher and I’m here supporting gay marriage. I didn’t know there was an daycare center scheduled...but I’m sure that we can have our own party...Sam, was it?”
“Oh, dammit.” Sam reached into his coat and pulled out a flask. After offering it to the two, he took a sip. “I haven’t adjusted to the time change yet.”
Geoffrey looked at him. “It’s astounding.”
Sam smiled back. “Time is fleeting.”
“Madness takes its toll.” Geoffrey brought a finger to his lips. “But listen closely.”
“Not for very much longer.”
“I’ve got to keep control!”
“I remember doing the time warp,” Sam sang. “Drinking, those moments when the blackness would hit me, and the void would be calling...”
“LET’S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN.”** They belted together and burst out laughing.
Chuck hung his head. He would have very much liked to be the one singing numbers from The Rocky Horror Picture Show with Geoffrey, yet found himself paralyzed in front of Sam. The Australian was so much more handsome and younger...well, how could he compete with youth?
He needed to get Geoffrey away from Sam.
“Come on,” He grabbed Geoffrey’s bicep. “Let’s get a hotel room.”
“No hotel is open yet, Chuck.” Geoffrey said. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to get a hotel room unless our new friend Sam was joining us.”
“You guys could stay at my place.” Sam pointed. “It’s this big white house my wives, husbands, and I live--”***
“No.” Chuck licked his lips. This Sam guy was quicker than he thought, and Geoffrey seemed to be falling fast. “Let’s stay in this area. Maybe the rally was today. Maybe we didn’t miss it. We’ll eat at that IHOP a few blocks away and come back up later. After all, I didn’t spend ten hours in a car to ignore you, Geoffrey.”
Geoffrey thought this over, before gathering the signs and turning to Sam. “You hungry?” He asked.
Sam nodded. Geoffrey clapped his hands together with glee and a very uncomfortable car ride ensued, during which Chuck could have sworn he saw Geoffrey licking Sam’s ear.
The next few hours were even more uncomfortable and a hell of a lot more affectionate. Sam and Geoffrey sat next together in the booth, leaving Chuck alone on the other side. They sang several more Broadway showtunes together, mostly love songs, to the delight of the nightshift waitresses. They held hands underneath the table.
Chuck tried to ignore this, refrained from making sarcastic remarks. He had pushed Geoffrey away, both physically and metaphorically, so it only made sense that Geoffrey would pull himself back toward...himself.****
And, yet, he had to say something.
As they were leaving, Chuck paid the bill and witnessed Sam and Geoffrey standing on the sidewalk through the glass door. They were close to each other, Geoffrey’s eyes to the ground, Sam looking directly at him. They smiled and Sam lifted Geoffrey’s chin up with his hand.
Their lips touched.
Chuck marched outside. “Well, look at the happy couple.” He snarled.
“Chuck, no--” Geoffrey began.
“Forget it.” He fumbled for his keys. “Get in the car.”
“Hey, I don’t want to ruin--” Sam started.
Chuck leered at both of them, morning sunlight hitting his face. “Get in the car.”
The ride back was silent, emotions painting the car’s seats an ugly dark color. They arrived at the Capitol Dome. Congressmen poured in, last night’s midnight hooker-and-crack binge behind them. It was a new day. A new start.
Apparently, Chuck thought, as Geoffrey and Sam got out and he pulled the signs from the trunk, a new relationship for the man he...Oh, screw it.
They treaded to the long rows of steps and hid from the sunlight behind a long piece of paper propped up by two metal poles. Sam played with Geoffrey’s hair. Chuck couldn’t take it anymore.
“Geoffrey,”
His lover looked up, waving Sam’s hands away.
“I love you.” Chuck swallowed. “It’s taken me awhile to admit this to myself. At first, I thought it was all sex. But I realized as the years went on that I really cared for you. And now I can admit it to you. I love you. More than Claire, more than Blackman, more than teaching itself.” He tugged at his wedding ring.
Geoffrey had tears in his eyes as Chuck bent down on one knee, his foot going through the paper. It seemed as though his voice was magnified a thousand times.
“Geoffrey Dorian Jellineck,” Chuck held the ring. “When gay marriage is legalized, will you do me the honor of waiting while I divorce my wife and marrying me?”
“What the hell?” A female voice came from behind the paper. Sam kicked through it, leaving Geoffrey and Chuck in compromising positions for a crowd of people. The voice had come from presidential candidate Jenna “J” Sottle-Edwards, renown for her belief that because she had been the admin of a online message board and Attorney General/wife for President Edwards, she could run the country better than the late President Bush.
“Went according to plan.” Sam said, nodding to J’s chief strategist, Shruti Setnick. Shruti walked over to Chuck and Geoffrey, holding up Chuck’s hand.
“J Sottle believes that two people who love each other as much as these two deserve to be married.” Shruti shouted. The crowd, J’s supporters and various media outlets, cheered. “Vote Sottle in ‘11!”
Chuck and Geoffrey’s mouths opened, confused. J grabbed the mic and went over to them.
“Go with it.” She whispered, away from the sound enhancer. “And I’ll make sure you get the most beautiful, white wedding in the world.”
“With an open bar?” Geoffrey asked.
J nodded.
Chuck grabbed the microphone. “That’s right! Vote Sottle in ‘11 and we’ll all be in heaven!”
- - - - - - - - - -
*Yeah, I stole that from a T-shirt.
**http://www.expage.com/timewarpjg
***shameless Wonderful Night reference.
****Direct quote from Strangers With Candy, “Yes You Can’t”, season two. The line was “I’m not pushing you away, I’m pulling myself back towards me.”
*****I know, I know. There is no election in 2011. It’s a work of fiction. Suspend reality for a moment. Creative license and all that
Ahem.
This is Chuck Noblet.
This is Geoffrey Jellineck.
They are fictional teachers at the fictional high school, Flatpoint High. They also are having an affair.
As you can see from the above quote, Sam wants in on this affair.
Storytime, kids.
- - - - - -
Chuck Noblet grasped a sign that read “2, 4, 6, 8. WHO DO WE APPRECIATE? CONGRESSIONAL BILLS SUPPORTING GAY MARRIAGE AND THE CONGRESSMEN SUPPORTING THEM.” and sighed. He had asked special permission from Principal Blackman to spend a day alone with Geoffrey...yet, his lover had dragged him here. Seven hours in a car (four of them inching through traffic, wasting gas money). No stops for fast food. No sex.
This was quality time.
The Capitol Dome shined in front of them. Washington DC bustled with the sounds of law and order. Busy young men in suits ran around searching for lattés and ten dollar blowjobs. It was as though they could feel the energy rising up from the city.
Well, it would have, had they not arrived at night.
“Geoffrey,” Chuck set his sign down in the deserted courtyard. Not even security guards prowled around the building. “As much as I like admitting my homosexuality and listening to your constant hints that, by legalizing gay marriage, we can get married, I didn’t sit in a car for eight hours to show up at a rally that doesn’t exist.”
“It exists!” Geoffrey’s voice floated out of the darkness, high-pitched. His own sign (“HOMOPHOBES ARE GAY”*) wriggled as he gestured, effeminately. “We probably just missed it.”
“It’s four in the morning.” Chuck checked his watch. “Oh, I’m sorry, 4:23.”
“Well, maybe we wouldn’t be so late, Chuck,” Even the darkness, Geoffrey glared. “if we didn’t have to wait for your wife to fall asleep first. Now look, we still have one day to spend here–Don’t you want to divorce Claire for me someday? Don’t you want the same rights as Elton John?”
“Look, even if I don’t love my wife, that doesn’t mean that she can’t expose us in a horrible, horrible way. Could you imagine what would happen if she knew that I...what we...?” He sputtered, unable to admit to himself what had already been established in the opening paragraph. “Why do we have to get married anyway? Can’t we just have hot, ass-thumping sex?”
“Because I want a wedding!” Geoffrey threw his sign down. “A beautiful, white wedding where I can be the belle of the ball and everyone has to give me presents. I care a lot about what I want, Chuck...why can’t you?”
Suddenly, there was a rustle from the bushes. Geoffrey clung to Chuck’s arm, while Chuck pushed him off. A handsome young man, sans suit, but in a dirty T-shirt and jeans, stepped out, brushed the leaves from his hair, and held out his hand.
“I’m Sam Boddy.” He had an Australian accent, looked around. “When’s the org y?”
“You missed it.” Chuck said.
“No, no,” Geoffrey grinned at the stranger. “You’re going to have to forgive Chuck, he’s so uncaring. I’m Geoffrey Jellineck. I’m a teacher and I’m here supporting gay marriage. I didn’t know there was an daycare center scheduled...but I’m sure that we can have our own party...Sam, was it?”
“Oh, dammit.” Sam reached into his coat and pulled out a flask. After offering it to the two, he took a sip. “I haven’t adjusted to the time change yet.”
Geoffrey looked at him. “It’s astounding.”
Sam smiled back. “Time is fleeting.”
“Madness takes its toll.” Geoffrey brought a finger to his lips. “But listen closely.”
“Not for very much longer.”
“I’ve got to keep control!”
“I remember doing the time warp,” Sam sang. “Drinking, those moments when the blackness would hit me, and the void would be calling...”
“LET’S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN.”** They belted together and burst out laughing.
Chuck hung his head. He would have very much liked to be the one singing numbers from The Rocky Horror Picture Show with Geoffrey, yet found himself paralyzed in front of Sam. The Australian was so much more handsome and younger...well, how could he compete with youth?
He needed to get Geoffrey away from Sam.
“Come on,” He grabbed Geoffrey’s bicep. “Let’s get a hotel room.”
“No hotel is open yet, Chuck.” Geoffrey said. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to get a hotel room unless our new friend Sam was joining us.”
“You guys could stay at my place.” Sam pointed. “It’s this big white house my wives, husbands, and I live--”***
“No.” Chuck licked his lips. This Sam guy was quicker than he thought, and Geoffrey seemed to be falling fast. “Let’s stay in this area. Maybe the rally was today. Maybe we didn’t miss it. We’ll eat at that IHOP a few blocks away and come back up later. After all, I didn’t spend ten hours in a car to ignore you, Geoffrey.”
Geoffrey thought this over, before gathering the signs and turning to Sam. “You hungry?” He asked.
Sam nodded. Geoffrey clapped his hands together with glee and a very uncomfortable car ride ensued, during which Chuck could have sworn he saw Geoffrey licking Sam’s ear.
The next few hours were even more uncomfortable and a hell of a lot more affectionate. Sam and Geoffrey sat next together in the booth, leaving Chuck alone on the other side. They sang several more Broadway showtunes together, mostly love songs, to the delight of the nightshift waitresses. They held hands underneath the table.
Chuck tried to ignore this, refrained from making sarcastic remarks. He had pushed Geoffrey away, both physically and metaphorically, so it only made sense that Geoffrey would pull himself back toward...himself.****
And, yet, he had to say something.
As they were leaving, Chuck paid the bill and witnessed Sam and Geoffrey standing on the sidewalk through the glass door. They were close to each other, Geoffrey’s eyes to the ground, Sam looking directly at him. They smiled and Sam lifted Geoffrey’s chin up with his hand.
Their lips touched.
Chuck marched outside. “Well, look at the happy couple.” He snarled.
“Chuck, no--” Geoffrey began.
“Forget it.” He fumbled for his keys. “Get in the car.”
“Hey, I don’t want to ruin--” Sam started.
Chuck leered at both of them, morning sunlight hitting his face. “Get in the car.”
The ride back was silent, emotions painting the car’s seats an ugly dark color. They arrived at the Capitol Dome. Congressmen poured in, last night’s midnight hooker-and-crack binge behind them. It was a new day. A new start.
Apparently, Chuck thought, as Geoffrey and Sam got out and he pulled the signs from the trunk, a new relationship for the man he...Oh, screw it.
They treaded to the long rows of steps and hid from the sunlight behind a long piece of paper propped up by two metal poles. Sam played with Geoffrey’s hair. Chuck couldn’t take it anymore.
“Geoffrey,”
His lover looked up, waving Sam’s hands away.
“I love you.” Chuck swallowed. “It’s taken me awhile to admit this to myself. At first, I thought it was all sex. But I realized as the years went on that I really cared for you. And now I can admit it to you. I love you. More than Claire, more than Blackman, more than teaching itself.” He tugged at his wedding ring.
Geoffrey had tears in his eyes as Chuck bent down on one knee, his foot going through the paper. It seemed as though his voice was magnified a thousand times.
“Geoffrey Dorian Jellineck,” Chuck held the ring. “When gay marriage is legalized, will you do me the honor of waiting while I divorce my wife and marrying me?”
“What the hell?” A female voice came from behind the paper. Sam kicked through it, leaving Geoffrey and Chuck in compromising positions for a crowd of people. The voice had come from presidential candidate Jenna “J” Sottle-Edwards, renown for her belief that because she had been the admin of a online message board and Attorney General/wife for President Edwards, she could run the country better than the late President Bush.
“Went according to plan.” Sam said, nodding to J’s chief strategist, Shruti Setnick. Shruti walked over to Chuck and Geoffrey, holding up Chuck’s hand.
“J Sottle believes that two people who love each other as much as these two deserve to be married.” Shruti shouted. The crowd, J’s supporters and various media outlets, cheered. “Vote Sottle in ‘11!”
Chuck and Geoffrey’s mouths opened, confused. J grabbed the mic and went over to them.
“Go with it.” She whispered, away from the sound enhancer. “And I’ll make sure you get the most beautiful, white wedding in the world.”
“With an open bar?” Geoffrey asked.
J nodded.
Chuck grabbed the microphone. “That’s right! Vote Sottle in ‘11 and we’ll all be in heaven!”
- - - - - - - - - -
*Yeah, I stole that from a T-shirt.
**http://www.expage.com/timewarpjg
***shameless Wonderful Night reference.
****Direct quote from Strangers With Candy, “Yes You Can’t”, season two. The line was “I’m not pushing you away, I’m pulling myself back towards me.”
*****I know, I know. There is no election in 2011. It’s a work of fiction. Suspend reality for a moment. Creative license and all that