"Smile"
Brian thinks about Justin's smile. No particular timeline.
260 words. These characters are not mine.
He's known as Sunshine because of his smile - specifically, the friendly, open kind that he gives to just about everyone he meets. But, he has different types of smiles, and I've come to recognize all of them. For instance:
The smile that lets me know he is up to something (and that I won't necessarily like it). the secret, mischievous smile that hides what he's really thinking, but nonetheless makes his eyes twinkle.
The sad smile, the one he uses when he's upset with his family and tries to pretend that he's not. The one that makes my chest hurt looking at it.
Of course, there's the horny smile, that one that says, "I want you to tie me up and give it to me hard tonight." Or, "I want to tie you up and give it to you hard tonight." I prefer the former, naturally, but will consent to the latter on rare occasions.
Then, there's the one that's for me and only for me. The one that softens his features and brings a certain light to his blue eyes. The one that says, "I'm here for you, whenever you need me. I'm not going anywhere." The smile that both warms and terrifies me, because of what it represents.
I know all of his smiles; I can read each of them very well and I know how to react to them. Usually. That last one sometimes still throws me for a loop. Maybe because I often don't feel like I deserve to be smiled at that way.
260 words. These characters are not mine.
He's known as Sunshine because of his smile - specifically, the friendly, open kind that he gives to just about everyone he meets. But, he has different types of smiles, and I've come to recognize all of them. For instance:
The smile that lets me know he is up to something (and that I won't necessarily like it). the secret, mischievous smile that hides what he's really thinking, but nonetheless makes his eyes twinkle.
The sad smile, the one he uses when he's upset with his family and tries to pretend that he's not. The one that makes my chest hurt looking at it.
Of course, there's the horny smile, that one that says, "I want you to tie me up and give it to me hard tonight." Or, "I want to tie you up and give it to you hard tonight." I prefer the former, naturally, but will consent to the latter on rare occasions.
Then, there's the one that's for me and only for me. The one that softens his features and brings a certain light to his blue eyes. The one that says, "I'm here for you, whenever you need me. I'm not going anywhere." The smile that both warms and terrifies me, because of what it represents.
I know all of his smiles; I can read each of them very well and I know how to react to them. Usually. That last one sometimes still throws me for a loop. Maybe because I often don't feel like I deserve to be smiled at that way.