| Angel and a Devil | ||||||||||
| �Isn�t it time for that show you always watch on Showtime? Gay ass people?? Or something like that.� She chuckled and corrected him. �Queer as Folk.� She grabbed the remote and turned to the series. They snuggled into one another. Brian and Justin were making out on screen. �What is it with you and this gay stuff?� First the slash and now this.� He said pointing to the two men kissing passionately on TV. �It�s very how you say exotic, erotic, and dangerous.� �Dangerous?� �Yeah, they have this forbidden love type thing going on.� �I just don�t get what�s so �exotic� about fags?� She looked at him sternly. �You mean you never thought about it?� �What? Being a fag?� He shook his head. �No, siree bob.� �no, not being gay but having intercourse with a guy? �This is some really good cheesecake you got here.� �You�re changing the subject. Answer my question.� �What was the question again?� She rephrased the question. �Have you ever thought about fucking another guy?� A tinge of red surfaced at his cheeks. �Yeah.� He mumbled �I didn�t hear you.� He raised his voice. �Yeah. Happy now?� Her eyes widen and her giddy smile was broad across her young face. �Mmmmhmmmm who is the object of your lust?� He thought for a while. She dipped her spoon into the green mint chocolate chip ice cream. He whispered his secret in her ear. Her blue eyes went as big as silver dollars. She snapped her fingers. �I knew it.� �Wha? How?� He stammered �It�s so obvious. The way you look at him when you think nobody else is looking, the way you never stop being flirty with him, and the way you always find some kind of way to touch him.� She ran his fingers through his dyed red hair. �You and Lance. An angel and a devil.� |
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