It isn’t like I haven’t been alone in my bed before. Or been alone in my bed or my head right after I’ve fucked him. Or waited for him to get back. Or get home.
I light a cigarette. Stay on my back. Stare at the ceiling. Try to keep my mind on something other than what just happened.
“Yes. That’s all you can say. Just ‘yes.’” He was
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There is more irony in this bed sometimes than there is fucking.
Dead from the perfection.
My hips would not stop following his face. They were embarrassing me.
No words as to how much this killed me.
“I felt like that orgasm was trying to kill me. Like it was trying to hunt me down and kill me. I think it did.”
I feel like that line was trying to kill me. Like it was trying to hunt me down and kill me. I think it did.
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And if you keep writing, I'll keep reading! =D
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When is Justin going to tell him about LA? Or did I miss it somewhere? The tension is killing me (and maybe Brian).
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xoxo
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WOAH. Wow that was very hot. The writing, also, was fabulous. I was so entirely entranced. The idea of the fic was so interesting! I was sure that Justin would say "do you love me?". But then again, that might be slightly OOC.
Just to be constructive... I got slightly distracted by all of the sentence fragments. Maybe they would flow better if you used commas to separate them, instead of splitting them up? It's just an idea. :)
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I was sure that Justin would say "do you love me?". But then again, that might be slightly OOC.
IMHO--I think that Justin (most of the time) subscribes to Brian's "willing suspension of disbelief." He is usually not afraid to identify what Brian needs in a particular moment and give it to him. I think this is one of the main reasons that their relationship works on a very basic level.
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