#guess im a multishipper now

I was gonna save this for WIP Wednesday, but at the rate this fic is going I might actually be posting it Wednesday.   So I guess Dingka is happening?  Lingo?  Lukgo?  Blue Shades?  Dumb & Dumber? 

“Oh my God, this is amazing.”

Sheila King froze outside her son’s bedroom door. Her son’s closed bedroom door.  The laundry basket on her hip was completely forgotten as she heard said son moan.  And then his best mate ask in a raspy voice: “…what if we tried it like this?”

She turned towards the door, eyes wide, as a moment of silence passed.  She slowly approached the door, her hand reaching for the knob, and froze again when Perry started gagging.

“N-nah, mate,” he coughed, gasping.  “Too…too much.”

“I love it,” Luka answered, his voice low and sounding like he was lost in…ahem.

Sheila’s hand returned to her laundry basket, her face burning as she realized what exactly was going on behind that door.  She pivoted away from the door and continued on her way to her own bedroom, ready to put the folded washing away.  And blast the first CD she could find.  To give her son and his friend (boyfriend, boyfriend, they were finallyboyfriends!) the privacy they deserved.