Yamane leaned over until he was right in Rory's face. "Being with me isn't sweet and romantic. I like it messy, desperate, and sometimes even a little painful."
Rory digested this. He felt something unwind deep inside him. As if he were detached from it, he allowed it to uncoil slowly, building up a pressure of anger and frustration......
"My kidneys are bleeding, my ribs are broken, and I'm loaded with painkillers. If you Google messy and desperate, you'll find a picture of me.
No one is going to hurt you on my watch. -Tristan, Crossing Borders
Z.A. MaxfieldSorry," said Tristan. "No can do, I've used up all my infidelity tolerance minutes this month.
Z.A. MaxfieldYes John and I were together for nearly ten years. It was nice for a long time. I worked for Oldmanston and Pheiff, one of LA's big ad agencies. He and I bought a loft in one of the downtown renovations. Very Pricey. I had a studio. It was all very Queer as Folk.
Z.A. MaxfieldBut so far he's stayed so deep in the closet, they're going to crown him king of Narnia.
Z.A. MaxfieldMots clés humor
I didn't despise myself for being who I was, and I never would. I wouldn't allow anyone to make me feel bad about that. That was a line I could draw in the sand.
Z.A. MaxfieldMots clés self-esteem
Ask me again, Tristan read on his cell phone.
Ask what? he sent back.
Why I call you Sparky. Michael fumbled with the keys, not looking up.
Well, sure, why? Tristan sent back.
You light me up, came the answer, and Tristan's nimble fingers stopped on the keys. He stared hard at the small screen on his phone, the text message right there, waiting to see if he would send a reply. He just sat and stared till his phone turned off, unable to look up into the oh-so-blue eyes of the man who had sent it.
Okay, i admit it," Connor looked away, "I'm a little disappointed."
"Excuse me?" snapped Kevin, sure he hadn't heard right.
"Well, now that I'm thoroughly and diligently queer, I expected more manly love-talk, you know? Not like Pretty Baby and feeding you graped and stuff," he snorted.
"Uh, you mean like, hey you bastard I don't have a beer and nobody's sucking my dick, what's wrong with this picture?"
"Oh," Connor climbed Kevin a little, his cock becoming interested again. "That's the spirit."
"Like, I've got handcuffs and I'm not afraid to yo use them, that kind of talk?"
"Oh, officer, show me your nightstick."
"I'm not even a cop anymore."
"No but oddly enough, I am." Connor grinned, holding Kevin's hands above his head. "And you there, are looking a little guilty."
"Oh man," Kevin bit his lip. "I just can't help myself, Officer Dougal. I've been such a bad, bad boy."
"Oh, well then, son, I guess you'll just have to spead 'em." He slid down beneath the covers, "This will require some in depth observation, I think."
Kevin's cock was getting hard again as Connor's tongue lapped all the way down on it then back up again, teasing the little slit in the top.
"Yep, just as I thought, blunt instrument. I'm afraid you'll have to come with me...
I think I kind of like the idea of you all cold and wet."
"Oh right, I'll be at my best; no visible balls, and a dick that looks like a Chiclet..."
"I can fix that," laughed Connor.
Mots clés hilarious
There ought to be a law that a guy has to leave a rose on your pillow to let you know he enjoyed the labor you put into his walk of shame.
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