[TLCMAT] Season 2 Propaganda + General Discussion - Page 2

"Nnn... what the f..." A groan escaped Souma as his eyelids slowly rose to make way for the illuminated blue sky hovering above him. For one reason or another, he was lying on his back on what he assumed to be sand from the soft yet sparingly rough texture embracing him from beneath. The not-so-young-getting-pretty-old male's legs slightly buckled as he struggled to pull himself up. His entire body was aching, yet the pain was hardly felt due to a dulling sensation in his brain. His head must have taken quite the impact along with his body.

He scanned his surrounding, yet with his vision a bit blurry all he could grasp was that he was on a beach. The sound of waves and the smell of sea water confirmed this.

"Well, that explains the sand. Where the hell am I?" His mind began overclocking as he attempted to piece together the last moments before his consciousness left him. I was on a plane... on my way to Japan. What the hell happened?

Then it hit him. He was not alone on that plane. He and an online acquaintance of his decided to take a trip together to visit a mutual acquaintance that was now studying in Tokyo. The memory prompted Souma's vision to clear as he frantically searched about for his travel companion.

"WREAK! WREEAAAK!" Souma's voice blasted out into the open air, yet was not received by a response.

*Plop*

The not-so-old-still-pretty-awesome male stumbled over a hard object sticking out of the sand.

"ack!" He spat out a mouthful of sand while pulling himself up onto all fours. His head turned to glance back at whatever he tripped over. It seemed to be a bulge covered in some blue denim fabric.

"Wreak...?" Souma crawled over to the object with a look of skepticism painting his face. What was protruding out of the sand was definitely denim, yet the rest of whatever it was seemed to be buried beneath the sand. Souma immediately began to excavate the surrounding area in hopes that it was indeed Wreak.

His prayers were answered. The sand covering an area about a couple feet away from the protrusion was eventually brushed off to give way to the familiar features of his Chinese friend. Souma let out a sigh of relief and dug out the rest of Wreak's body. He wasn't buried very deeply at all, so it took very little effort for our not-so-strong-still-pretty-manly protagonist.

As for the protrusion? Well...

"How in the world can you be having a wet dream in a situation like this!?" Souma questioned as he kicked the tip of Wreak's erection. Wreak, with a goofy smile spread across his lips, merely turned onto his side and murmured, "nyuu... blahzor..." Souma, taken aback by the unexpected whisper, stood frozen in place while he tried to decipher the meaning behind Wreak's murmur.

"You're kidding me..." Souma tried to restrain a mixed bowl of laughter, disgust, surprise and pity. He picked his foot up again, but this time used it to give Wreak's back a slight push in an attempt to wake him up. "Wake up, dude!"
Wreak refused to wake up. Instead, he just returned to sprawling out on his back, the same, goofy smile still plastered over his face.

"Ugh..." Souma hated waking people up, for he himself hated being woken up, and could only empathize with the unpleasant feeling of being forced awake. What would happen next could have been a result of this, or it could have been because he was still feeling a bit odd due to what had happened. It could have been due to Souma's sometimes twisted personality, or it could have been a mere whim. It could have been a combination of some of these or all of these. Never the case, what would happen would not be pleasant for Wreak.

As the idea came to our not-so-gay-still-pretty-homo protagonist, his lips formed a mischievous smirk. Souma subsequently pulled his pants down and got on his knees beside Wreak's left hand. The beach breeze caressed his buttocks beneath the thin fabric of his boxers while simultaneously sending a tingling sensation across Souma's Junior. And with a daring lurch forward, our still-not-so-gay-still-pretty-homo hero planted his not-so-small-still-pretty-Asian sidekick straight onto Wreak's opened palm.

*Plop*

Like a newborn baby, Wreak's fingers curled around the limp tool of the heavens. Souma concentrated his focus on holding back his laughter as Wreak miraculously began to open his eyes.

Souma, with both hands pressed against his own mouth to conceal his cackling, made eye contact with the poor young male.

"Souma...? Huh...?" Wreak had no idea was going on, and Souma was in no condition to talk. The confused Wreak finally took his eyes from Souma's face to his own hand.

"..."

".."

"."

"WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFF"

Souma fell over backwards, arms clasped around his stomach as laughter dwarfed the sound of the tumbling waves, the cries of birds, the rustling of leaves, and the bumbling of Wreak's hysteria.