Category:Love Games
I caught his eye and we both supressed a smile.
He had this innocent look in his eyes; the kind of innocence that's just begging to be corrupted.
"So, good day, Ash?"
Oh my Lord, how cute is that? Calling me Ash like the one off of Pokemon, a-dorable.
"It's gotten significantly better in the last five seconds, D."
We walked into a record store, playfully shoving each other.
I'm almost a little ashamed of myself at this point, because I'm pretty sure the only reason I want him is because he's so...so pure. And the worst part is that it's not because I'm looking for pure...it's because I wanted to twist him. Bend and mold him into something different.
Our fingers touched and I could feel each one of my fingerprints smouldering.
"S-s-so what'd you do today?" Aww, he stutters! He couldn't be any cuter, not even if he had pockets full of newborn puppies and two-year-old Olsen twins.
I rambled for a few solid minutes about cleaning my kitchen and comparison shopping for produce. The whole time I spoke he listened intently, nodding and chuckling and I just couldn't take it anymore.
I grabbed D's arm, shoving him into a rack of "Soul/R&B" vinyls.
Running my hands up and down his sides, I kissed him; a thick, fleshy kiss that definitely surprised him, and I was really glad that I'd remembered to chew a piece of gum to hide the cigarette I'd had earlier. I moved my mouth to his neck, letting my hands run all over his arms. My conscience got the best of me when a young girl tried to squeeze passed us.
I ran my hands through my hair, my signature nervous tick, and tried to think of something to say.
"So, uh, how was yourrr day?"
He looked at me, transfixed, then cracked a smile.
"I'd have to say it's gotten significantly better in the last five seconds."
Success.
He had this innocent look in his eyes; the kind of innocence that's just begging to be corrupted.
"So, good day, Ash?"
Oh my Lord, how cute is that? Calling me Ash like the one off of Pokemon, a-dorable.
"It's gotten significantly better in the last five seconds, D."
We walked into a record store, playfully shoving each other.
I'm almost a little ashamed of myself at this point, because I'm pretty sure the only reason I want him is because he's so...so pure. And the worst part is that it's not because I'm looking for pure...it's because I wanted to twist him. Bend and mold him into something different.
Our fingers touched and I could feel each one of my fingerprints smouldering.
"S-s-so what'd you do today?" Aww, he stutters! He couldn't be any cuter, not even if he had pockets full of newborn puppies and two-year-old Olsen twins.
I rambled for a few solid minutes about cleaning my kitchen and comparison shopping for produce. The whole time I spoke he listened intently, nodding and chuckling and I just couldn't take it anymore.
I grabbed D's arm, shoving him into a rack of "Soul/R&B" vinyls.
Running my hands up and down his sides, I kissed him; a thick, fleshy kiss that definitely surprised him, and I was really glad that I'd remembered to chew a piece of gum to hide the cigarette I'd had earlier. I moved my mouth to his neck, letting my hands run all over his arms. My conscience got the best of me when a young girl tried to squeeze passed us.
I ran my hands through my hair, my signature nervous tick, and tried to think of something to say.
"So, uh, how was yourrr day?"
He looked at me, transfixed, then cracked a smile.
"I'd have to say it's gotten significantly better in the last five seconds."
Success.
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