I'm Just A Boy Who's Afraid Of The Dark [2/2]
Title - I'm Just A Boy Who's Afraid Of The Dark [2/2]
Author -
fic_type_thing
Pairing - Gabe Saporta/William Beckett.
Rating - PG.
Summary - "Come on, Will! Dance with me!"
William still has non-hetrosexual thoughts about Gabriel.
.
Disclaimer - This isn't real. Sadly..
Warnings - none.
Authors notes - This is a continuation on I'm Just A Boy Who's Afraid Of The Dark, a few posts further down. I got inspired, even if this one kind of sucks compared to the first.
Hi, I have wet dreams about Gabriel, the arch angel of punk rock.
Gabriel doesn't know, and it is decided that he never will know.
It's not like I've told anyone about it.
Especially not friends and especially not my girlfriend
The thoughts of a supposedly straight man can really surprise you when said man is in a sober state,
even more so when I'm gone a little out of it after a few drinks
These actions just stay in my head
I can't help but avoid the crap of out of him
it's difficult when you're everywhere, which Gabe tends to be.
For the first time in weeks, Gabriel isn't around to be generally influencing
I can only spot him on the dance floor,
Grinding up against some random guy
An image that I managed to neglect for the most of the time, forcing my eyes back to Victoria as she spoke
Small laughter when there was mention of something amusing
For a moment, I forget completely of anything close to gay sex or Latino boys
Drunken, louder laughs
and then a warm hand on my shoulder.
Warm, sweaty and my first instinct is to lean into the touch
Second instinct is tensing up, wishing the hand would go away
And overly refreshed Gabe Saporta is not good for my health
Joins at the table, a forever charming grin gracing his features
Victoria laughing about some stupid comment Ryland made
The two of them will probably go home together, by the looks of it.
I create a mental note to ask them about it late
The note landed right next to thousands of ones reading "GAY SEX".
"Come on, Will, dance with me!" Slurred. I almost choke.
"N-no thanks." I want to dance. Not that I can, but I want to.
Just, being so close to him would probably bother me in more than one way
"What? Straight boys don't dance?" Heart in my throat. of course they do.
Just not with other boys, completely seriously, grinding up against each other
"Come on, loser. You've got to dance with me. Move those hips, yeah?"
Black out for a split second. Lost control, gave in.
Because a few moments later, I am that same random guy that Gabriel's grinding up against
With every inch that we touch, lower bodies and Gabe's hand on the small of my back,
Electric shocks were sent out from those inches. Sent out, electrifying my whole body
Where am I supposed to keep my hands, dancing like this?
Like a magnetic field. There was no way I'd be able to take them off Gabriel's shoulders.
holy crap.
The dance floor is covered by stiletto wearing heels
The whole thing smells like tequila and sweat.
Spotlights color my skin red and purple and bubbly.
I try to think about some movie I want to see at the cinema
Claustrophobic trance pulses through the forest of stiletto shoes
An ocean of beats and clicks and melody
My wisdom tooth pushed against the inside of my cheek; sesame open
Dirty babe, you see these shackles?
Baby, I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
it's just that no one makes me feel this way...
Gabriel sings along.
"I've got to go."
Author -
fic_type_thing
Pairing - Gabe Saporta/William Beckett.
Rating - PG.
Summary - "Come on, Will! Dance with me!"
William still has non-hetrosexual thoughts about Gabriel.
.
Disclaimer - This isn't real. Sadly..
Warnings - none.
Authors notes - This is a continuation on I'm Just A Boy Who's Afraid Of The Dark, a few posts further down. I got inspired, even if this one kind of sucks compared to the first.
Hi, I have wet dreams about Gabriel, the arch angel of punk rock.
Gabriel doesn't know, and it is decided that he never will know.
It's not like I've told anyone about it.
Especially not friends and especially not my girlfriend
The thoughts of a supposedly straight man can really surprise you when said man is in a sober state,
even more so when I'm gone a little out of it after a few drinks
These actions just stay in my head
I can't help but avoid the crap of out of him
it's difficult when you're everywhere, which Gabe tends to be.
For the first time in weeks, Gabriel isn't around to be generally influencing
I can only spot him on the dance floor,
Grinding up against some random guy
An image that I managed to neglect for the most of the time, forcing my eyes back to Victoria as she spoke
Small laughter when there was mention of something amusing
For a moment, I forget completely of anything close to gay sex or Latino boys
Drunken, louder laughs
and then a warm hand on my shoulder.
Warm, sweaty and my first instinct is to lean into the touch
Second instinct is tensing up, wishing the hand would go away
And overly refreshed Gabe Saporta is not good for my health
Joins at the table, a forever charming grin gracing his features
Victoria laughing about some stupid comment Ryland made
The two of them will probably go home together, by the looks of it.
I create a mental note to ask them about it late
The note landed right next to thousands of ones reading "GAY SEX".
"Come on, Will, dance with me!" Slurred. I almost choke.
"N-no thanks." I want to dance. Not that I can, but I want to.
Just, being so close to him would probably bother me in more than one way
"What? Straight boys don't dance?" Heart in my throat. of course they do.
Just not with other boys, completely seriously, grinding up against each other
"Come on, loser. You've got to dance with me. Move those hips, yeah?"
Black out for a split second. Lost control, gave in.
Because a few moments later, I am that same random guy that Gabriel's grinding up against
With every inch that we touch, lower bodies and Gabe's hand on the small of my back,
Electric shocks were sent out from those inches. Sent out, electrifying my whole body
Where am I supposed to keep my hands, dancing like this?
Like a magnetic field. There was no way I'd be able to take them off Gabriel's shoulders.
holy crap.
The dance floor is covered by stiletto wearing heels
The whole thing smells like tequila and sweat.
Spotlights color my skin red and purple and bubbly.
I try to think about some movie I want to see at the cinema
Claustrophobic trance pulses through the forest of stiletto shoes
An ocean of beats and clicks and melody
My wisdom tooth pushed against the inside of my cheek; sesame open
Dirty babe, you see these shackles?
Baby, I'm your slave
I'll let you whip me if I misbehave
it's just that no one makes me feel this way...
Gabriel sings along.
"I've got to go."