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miss maggie ([personal profile] bossymarmalade) wrote2002-01-26 11:00 am

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Under the Tree.. "At least there's snow," Joey said. Lance grunted. He didn't understand Joe's fascination with winter. It was cold, and wet, and Chris always called him albino and said he blent in with the white surroundings.

Tea.. Lance hands Joey three different kinds of black tea. Joey doesn't get that; they all smell the same to him, bitter and sharp.

Cleanup! Aisle 7.. . The next thing I knew, his hands were on my head, holding my face still and he was fucking my mouth in a constant motion. And I loved every second of it. Tongue out, cheeks in, throat open. Give it to me.

Destinations.. "Chris?" Deep voice, soft like butter and just as smooth. He went for the door pushing fingers through his hair and licking his teeth with a thick tongue.

The Gay One.. "There's supposed to be a, wait, oh yeah, a level-headed boring geek, a semi-talented introvert, a cute and adored little shit, uhm, something else, and, yup, here it is, a gay one."

"Can I be the adored little shit?" Justin raised his hand and looked around to no objections.