White Skies & Silver Linings
"Fucker! I've been looking for this sweater for YEARS!!"
"Fucker! I've been looking for this sweater for YEARS!!" The gun was cold, and he kept pushing it on me.
"I'm sorry." I said.
"You should be." He said.
"Shit. I'll go if you do'nt love me like you did when you sent me that voicemail. THAT one voicemail is the reason I came home. I finally found someone that loved me, so I'm... home. But if you're going to kill me, go ahead. Just tell my family I won't be able to make it to dinner tonight." I closed my eyes tightly waiting for him to shoot, but instead, he dropped the gun and leaned his head in my chest.
"Oh you." He said. I hugged him as I leaned on the door. His hugs still felt the same.
"You saved my life." He said.
"I can't remember what happened, I can't remember why I've left, and I can't remember how I saved your-"
"I've been out of the business for 3 years. I had to work my fucking ass off to get to the top and I decided I was done for, and I left. I got myself a house, car, and now here you are. You come along, even when everyone thought you were dead. I thought the members would have killed you after I left. I thought you suicided or something. You." He looked up at me with a smirk.
"Do you still love me?" I asked.
"Did you hit your head on a rock? Is that why you forgot?" He asked.
"I can't remember. But still, do you still love me? You used to be my best friend, and I want to know Frank." He smiled at me.
"Yes." He hugged me.
"I was sleeping when you came. Why up so early?" He asked.
"It's only 9 a.m." I smiled down at his little body that was pushed on mine.
"ONLY 9 a.m.?" He giggled. His giggle was adorable. I can remember he used to laugh a lot when... It's coming back!
"Shit! I remember that giggle! You used to-" he put his hands on my mouth.
"Shut up Gerard. Don't bring up old shit." He joked. He laughed and sat on the couch. I followed.
"Do you remember me telling you that I told you I was gay?" He asked.
"Yeah. Wait... we need to finish where we left off." He gave me a sexy smirk and we leaned in towards each other.
"Wait, you live alone right?" I asked.
"I have a wife and 5 kids. TThey'll be back in an hour." I stopped and pushed him off me.
"Oh hell no! I'm leaving" He got up and grabbed my waist from behind.
"I'm joking." He said.
"Not funny." He lulled down my jeans and I took my shirt off. My jeans were at my feet and he took his completely off, and I did too. Once he was completely naked he turned me around and kissed me. He used tongue and grabbed my face and pulled it tight onto his. His curtains were closed and I felt safe. I moved my hands down on his waist and slowly on his ass. Something I've only touched once when we were in third grade playing football with each other. I tripped over his clothes, and he fell on top of me on the floor.
"Sorry, are you okay?" He said.
"Yeah." He smiled. I noticed he was full of tattoos, he sat on my chest and his dick was hanging over my face when I laid down. It was pretty big too.
"Damn you lost weight. I remember when you were all chubby as a kid... but I still loved you because you were sexy even as a fat kid, when I kissed you the day you left." He put his hair back and I smiled. "Now your hairs red! Fucking RED! And your skinny as fuck. I didn't recognise you dude." He started rubbing his cock in front of my face and I smiled and watched him have an erection.
"And I remember when you had short hair and you used to dress weird. Now you have long soft hair and tattoos." His hand moved up and down his penis and he moaned a little looking down at me. He sounded so hot. I moaned after him and we took turns having fun. His cum came all over my lips and I swallowed some and whiped the rest off with my arm, still not breaking eye contact.
"You're hot." He said looking at me.
"You can talk!" He had a huge grin and I squealed.
"Get off me."
"And what if I don't?"
"Then you don't. Hey, I have to-"
"Shut up. You're not going anywhere." He moved his body down and started sucking my penis. Ah. It felt good.
"Frank." I growled & groaned of pleasure.
"I'm sorry." I said.
"You should be." He said.
"Shit. I'll go if you do'nt love me like you did when you sent me that voicemail. THAT one voicemail is the reason I came home. I finally found someone that loved me, so I'm... home. But if you're going to kill me, go ahead. Just tell my family I won't be able to make it to dinner tonight." I closed my eyes tightly waiting for him to shoot, but instead, he dropped the gun and leaned his head in my chest.
"Oh you." He said. I hugged him as I leaned on the door. His hugs still felt the same.
"You saved my life." He said.
"I can't remember what happened, I can't remember why I've left, and I can't remember how I saved your-"
"I've been out of the business for 3 years. I had to work my fucking ass off to get to the top and I decided I was done for, and I left. I got myself a house, car, and now here you are. You come along, even when everyone thought you were dead. I thought the members would have killed you after I left. I thought you suicided or something. You." He looked up at me with a smirk.
"Do you still love me?" I asked.
"Did you hit your head on a rock? Is that why you forgot?" He asked.
"I can't remember. But still, do you still love me? You used to be my best friend, and I want to know Frank." He smiled at me.
"Yes." He hugged me.
"I was sleeping when you came. Why up so early?" He asked.
"It's only 9 a.m." I smiled down at his little body that was pushed on mine.
"ONLY 9 a.m.?" He giggled. His giggle was adorable. I can remember he used to laugh a lot when... It's coming back!
"Shit! I remember that giggle! You used to-" he put his hands on my mouth.
"Shut up Gerard. Don't bring up old shit." He joked. He laughed and sat on the couch. I followed.
"Do you remember me telling you that I told you I was gay?" He asked.
"Yeah. Wait... we need to finish where we left off." He gave me a sexy smirk and we leaned in towards each other.
"Wait, you live alone right?" I asked.
"I have a wife and 5 kids. TThey'll be back in an hour." I stopped and pushed him off me.
"Oh hell no! I'm leaving" He got up and grabbed my waist from behind.
"I'm joking." He said.
"Not funny." He lulled down my jeans and I took my shirt off. My jeans were at my feet and he took his completely off, and I did too. Once he was completely naked he turned me around and kissed me. He used tongue and grabbed my face and pulled it tight onto his. His curtains were closed and I felt safe. I moved my hands down on his waist and slowly on his ass. Something I've only touched once when we were in third grade playing football with each other. I tripped over his clothes, and he fell on top of me on the floor.
"Sorry, are you okay?" He said.
"Yeah." He smiled. I noticed he was full of tattoos, he sat on my chest and his dick was hanging over my face when I laid down. It was pretty big too.
"Damn you lost weight. I remember when you were all chubby as a kid... but I still loved you because you were sexy even as a fat kid, when I kissed you the day you left." He put his hair back and I smiled. "Now your hairs red! Fucking RED! And your skinny as fuck. I didn't recognise you dude." He started rubbing his cock in front of my face and I smiled and watched him have an erection.
"And I remember when you had short hair and you used to dress weird. Now you have long soft hair and tattoos." His hand moved up and down his penis and he moaned a little looking down at me. He sounded so hot. I moaned after him and we took turns having fun. His cum came all over my lips and I swallowed some and whiped the rest off with my arm, still not breaking eye contact.
"You're hot." He said looking at me.
"You can talk!" He had a huge grin and I squealed.
"Get off me."
"And what if I don't?"
"Then you don't. Hey, I have to-"
"Shut up. You're not going anywhere." He moved his body down and started sucking my penis. Ah. It felt good.
"Frank." I growled & groaned of pleasure.
Notes
Sorry for the language.To: All overprotective concerned people worldwide & Canada.
10/19/13