So, like the doofus I am, I have some unfinished work! I'm not really inspired to continue this but I wanted to post it so... Here's what I have so far!

For some context, Monty and Parker live in New Orleans, they have a love-hate relationship (well, Parker does with Monty at least). Parker is 5'10, brunet, white, stubborn, obstinate and a pain in the ass to deal with. Likes Monty a lot, won't admit it though (wyd dude). Monty belongs to Car, hes a ball of sunshine who's Indian, has semi curly black hair and a big nose (i feel you monty). Precious bean, total angel. This semi one shot is based on my rp with Car (topic 30 of her rp book), where they got stuck in a closet and started making out. Viola is mentioned, she got stuck with them but snuck through the vent to try and help them out. aNYWAYS, here it is!! Btw, Parker is super OOC in this

What Happens In The Closet... Stays In The Closet {INCOMPLETE}

Parker x Monty (CarWritesFanfic)

There were certain situations that Parker never ever wanted to be caught in... There were certain people who he never wanted to be locked in closets with either. And there were certain situations in closets that he never wanted to be caught, especially not with Monty. But, here Parker Schaffer was, with Montgomery Adams in a closet.

Parker looked down at Monty, the shorter Indian tugging on the doorknob to no use. "Damn it.." Monty uttered under his breath, trying to think of any solution to this problem of theirs. Parker sighed, "Viola already sneaked in the vent, best thing we can do is wait," the brunet said, his crystal blue eyes focusing on Monty.

Monty looked at Parker cowling slightly. "So you aren't worried one bit?!" He asked being harsher with his tone than he ever meant. "Sorry, I'm just so frustrated.. I can't think straight.."

Parker shook his head. He'd never been too good at comforting others, but he wrapped his arm around Monty. Monty rested his chin atop Parker's shoulders, the smaller male taking in and letting out a few breaths. Parker enjoyed being like this... Holding Monty, not having to say any words to get the point across. I'm here for you. The walls felt tighter, the room was quiet except for the light hum of their breathing. Their chests rose and fell in unison, Parker's resistances to his own inner desires becoming more and more limited. You could kiss hi-- He didn't make the first move, Monty did. He felt a soft pair of lips on his own, he felt a hand in his brown hair, he felt a body pressed against his own...

He savored every moment Monty was against him, was connected to him, every moment Monty wanted him and validated it. Parker returned the kiss, resting his hands on Monty's shoulder blades as he closed his cobalt blue eyes. Time felt like something that had never once existed, that the spell across New Orleans ceased to exist when Monty's lips were on his own. Parker was in a field with Monty, with their fingers laced together and their hearts beating in unison. There was no doubt in Parker's mind anymore... It would last. This would last longer than the ice caps, longer than the sun and moon colliding, larger than life and death itself...

Perhaps that's why Monty's lips were off his in what felt a flash. And that's why Parker's were back on Monty's in a speed that would put light to shame. He felt complete here... So what if New Orleans was gone, what if he was locked here with Monty...? He revelled in every second. Every decisecond, every centisecond, every millisecond, every damn nanosecond, so many that no one could count.