Stop brooding. Or at least if you’re gonna continue, don’t sit so close to that cactus. You’re bumming the both of us out. See? Its tiny little cock has gone limp.”
The magazine slides to the floor as I turn my head to see the sorry-looking cactus behind the couch. What Eric is referring to as its penis hangs limp on the ‘body’ like it always has.
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Pearce leaned in over the table to lock eyes with Mark. “Look, Mr. Beecher, you and I are going to be spending a lot of time together for the next week, got it? And when you think about it, I’m the only thing standing between you and a bullet in your head, so you might want to start being a little nicer and a lot more cooperative, okay?
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Evan saw a man across the kitchen, butt leaning against the counter, muscular arms folded over his broad chest. His blond hair was cut very short, and his eyes were bright blue sparks. Evan’s gaze locked with Paul’s, and a sudden sense of vertigo swam through his head. The conversation in the other room, the back and forth between John and Alden, the startling brilliance of Bill’s teeth -- all of that faded away as Paul stared back at him. Evan found himself inside a strange bubble that blocked all outside stimuli. He had never experienced a connection this intense before, especially with an initial look, and even though it terrified him in a thrillingly sexual way, he didn’t dare pull his gaze away from Paul’s for fear of breaking the timeless moment between them.
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If I didn't love so damn hard I
wouldn't have someone to risk my life for.
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It feels so good to find out I mean everything to the person who means everything to me.
Leslie Lee SandersMots clés gay post-apocalyptic dystopian gay-romance dystopian-fiction survival-story
I’m thinking ahead, imagining what our lives together would be like once we’re free from this hell and allowed to live and let go. You know? Really let go of our pain and finally enjoy each other … you and me.
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And Lord knows there are more than enough rooms to love someone properly, even if they don't all have floors or ceilings.
Damon SuedeMots clés erotic-romance m-m-romance gay-romance hot-head
Don't judge yourself by what others did to you.
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you’ve been all black and white, like Kansas. It’s time to get back to Oz. Enjoy the colors.
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Well, I would tell Danny. I'd probably edit for Josh. That is if there was
anything worth editing.
“Joshua Roberts, you had better get your butt on the move!” Danny
hollered as he walked down the stairs.
I was nervously waiting for them to leave as I pretended to watch TV in
the front room.
“We're going to be late.”
“So the hair crisis is under control I see.”
“A stray hair will never win between a bottle of gel and a gay man,” he
declared with a smile. “Joshua!”
“I'm coming. I'm coming.”
I heard his sandals click on the stairs and I waited to see if the mental
image matched the real one. To my non surprise it did.
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