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Author: Darchangel Skye
Pair: Drew/Gary M
Rating: harmless PG :p
Disclaimer: I own nothing, which is why I'm currently sitting naked in an internet cafe. I'm getting some pretty odd looks, I can tell you.
For: degreesofevil, the Fuzz to my Gare Bear. Happy 17th, bb =)
His fingers lazily run over the strings to create the tune so familiar to them by now. It's like Gary can close his eyes at this point, he knows it so well. But that would mean he couldn't see Drew's adoring smile.
Drew is curled beside him on the mattress, holding a pillow and with his knees up to his chest, but it's not a position of discomfort, just pure content.
The young man carefully rolls onto his side, still playing, so he can face Drew. His mouth curls into a full, wide grin as he says, "You're really somethin'."
"And why's that, babe?" One hand slips out from under the pillow to lightly rest on Gary's wrist. The young man sighs in pleasure at the contact but keeps his eyes open.
"Everybody loves you so much...you could've had anyone at all but y'choose the weirdo punk kid."
Drew smiles indulgently and slides his hand to pull the guitar away and clasp their fingers together. When he scoots closer and the pillow's between their stomachs, he touches his nose to Gary's in the gesture that always makes them laugh in love.
"It wouldn't matter how many people loved me if you weren't one of them. Not many would be willing to do everything you've done for me, and I love you for that."
He nuzzles his head into the crook of Gary's shoulder, and the young man smiles with affection and curls his arms around. A simple answer, but perfect. Just like Drew.
Pair: Drew/Gary M
Rating: harmless PG :p
Disclaimer: I own nothing, which is why I'm currently sitting naked in an internet cafe. I'm getting some pretty odd looks, I can tell you.
For: degreesofevil, the Fuzz to my Gare Bear. Happy 17th, bb =)
His fingers lazily run over the strings to create the tune so familiar to them by now. It's like Gary can close his eyes at this point, he knows it so well. But that would mean he couldn't see Drew's adoring smile.
Drew is curled beside him on the mattress, holding a pillow and with his knees up to his chest, but it's not a position of discomfort, just pure content.
The young man carefully rolls onto his side, still playing, so he can face Drew. His mouth curls into a full, wide grin as he says, "You're really somethin'."
"And why's that, babe?" One hand slips out from under the pillow to lightly rest on Gary's wrist. The young man sighs in pleasure at the contact but keeps his eyes open.
"Everybody loves you so much...you could've had anyone at all but y'choose the weirdo punk kid."
Drew smiles indulgently and slides his hand to pull the guitar away and clasp their fingers together. When he scoots closer and the pillow's between their stomachs, he touches his nose to Gary's in the gesture that always makes them laugh in love.
"It wouldn't matter how many people loved me if you weren't one of them. Not many would be willing to do everything you've done for me, and I love you for that."
He nuzzles his head into the crook of Gary's shoulder, and the young man smiles with affection and curls his arms around. A simple answer, but perfect. Just like Drew.