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on__impulse Challenge #27

Ok! I guess the new challenge stirred the creative juices, so I did this instead of cleaning the house. ;)

Title: The Effects of Rage
Author: moose74
Summary: Justin walks in on an unexpected sight. Takes place during 307.
Author's Notes: All crimes against the English Language are solely my fault. Characters don't belong to me; I'm just having fun with them. I will concede that this might be a tiny bit OOC for the other player involved here, but it's all meant in good fun! ;)

I’m glad I had time to finish the Rage boards. School has been relentless and Michael wanted them tonight so he could ship everything to the publisher tomorrow. I’m also glad he said he’d be at the store late doing inventory so I wouldn't have to lug them all the way to his place.

Even though the sign says ‘closed’ Michael said he’d leave the door unlocked. I get inside, but don’t find him on his usual perch behind the counter. I place the boards there and take off my jacket. He must have his head buried in a box, or a comic, in the back.

I head toward the small store room, walking through the door I say, “Hey Mi…” and stop dead in my tracks. There’s Michael, alright, sitting in a chair, jerking off in front of the cardboard cut out of Rage. When I pick my jaw up all I can get out is, “Oh. My. God,” each word said around a chuckle.

“Christ!” he shouts, quickly pulling up his pants. “Doesn’t anybody knock anymore?!?!”

I quickly back out of the room, “I’m gonna go. The boards are on the counter.”

“Justin! Wait! Let me explain!”

“No! I know exactly what was going on. I don’t need anymore information.” I can’t get my coat on fast enough.

“It’s not what you think.”

“Uh, Michael, it’s exactly what I think. You were jerking off,” Michael’s head falls, “to Rage.” His face is red, but I can’t determine if it’s embarrassment or being flushed from all that hard work he was doing.

“No, really, let me explain. I owe you that.”

“Alright,” I sigh and lean up againt the counter. “If it’ll make you feel better.”

“It’s just, Ben and I are going through a rough patch, and there hasn’t been a whole lot going on in the bedroom these days. And, uh, I was alone and the mood struck. I didn’t think you would be here until a little later,” he offers sheepishly.


“So I sat down, and uh, got started. When I looked up I realized Rage was there, but I swear it wasn’t on purpose, although, I guess it, uh, didn’t hurt.”

I can’t help but laugh a little, not at Michael, just the situation. “It’s okay Michael, really. If anyone gets it, it’s me.”

He looks more than a little relieved, “Really?”

“Really,” I nod. “Are you gonna be okay? With Ben I mean.”

He sighs and suddenly looks very tired, “Yeah, it’ll work itself out.”

“Good. I am gonna go, though. I’ve got homework to get to.”

“Okay. Uh, Justin?”


“I think it goes without saying, but don’t mention this to Ben or Brian. Please?”

I put a hand on his shoulder, “Don’t worry your secret is safe with me. I’ll see you later.”


I grab my bag and finally leave the store. I wave at Michael through the window and move down the block. When I am sure I’m safely out of view I pull my cell from my pocket. Press the familiar speed dial number and listen to it ring. Finally the other end picks up, “Hey Daph! You are not going to believe what I just saw!”
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