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Title: Where I begin
Fandom: Desperate Housewives
Pairings: Andrew/Justin
Rating: PG
Disclamier: Don't own them. Don't sue.
Summary: Andrews thoughts while being together with Justin. Short and confusing. Just like their relationship.
It’s weird, isn’t it?
You and me.
Together here.
In my room.
You’re really hot, you know that right?
I mean, fuck, you’re this guy.
This guy with deep blue/green eyes. (or maybe they are blue AND green)
Doesn’t really matter.
You could really piss my mother off.
And I sort of want to kiss you. (again)
And maybe do more.
You’re looking through my cd-collection.
Letting long, lean, soft, fingers run over the covers.
Somehow I just know that they are that. Soft I mean.
You breathe of softness.
I bet you play the piano.
I want you to play me.
You smile when you recognize some of the albums.
Your finger stops and you pull out one of the cds.
“I used to listen to him a lot”
You look at me. Then at the cd-player.
“Can I?”
I nod.
Sure, why not.
In the dim light I kinda prefer music to silence.
And I prefer you to…well, anything really.
Moby?
I haven’t listened to this one in a while.
And the words are so cliché.
Lately I’ve been listening to songs about death.
And destruction.
But somehow, I can’t imagine listening to that now.
Not with you.
With you…I want to listen to songs about colours.
And feelings.
And god forbids, love.
Not that I call this…
You know.
Or maybe you don’t.
But it’s okay.
We don’t have to talk.
Let’s just do what he sings about.
Okay?
And before I know it my mouth is against yours.
I was wrong.
You’re not soft.
You’re hard.
If I could kiss you now
Oh I'd kiss you now again and again
'Til I don't know where I begin
And where you end