A Truly Operatic Event
Title: A Truly Operatic Event
Warning/Author's notes: ummm Cynthia-Theodore-Brian....with a tiny implied hint of Teddy/Blake
Beta: vlredreign
Cynthia stormed into my office, slapping down a first class E-ticket to Tokyo.
“Either His Royal Prickness fucks Justin, soon, or I am going on vacation, NOW. I told him to go fuck himself, but apparently the hand of the master isn’t what it used to be.”
“Yes, I know he’s distracted, a little irritable…”
“He accepted the slogan “Got Breastmilk.”
I went to Brian’s office, cursing Justin’s show in Japan.
“Hey Bri, last night while I was rimming Blake he moaned Puccini. Tonight I thought I would lick him until he whimpered Pavarotti.”
Brian took the ticket.
“Sayonara, Theodore.”
Warning/Author's notes: ummm Cynthia-Theodore-Brian....with a tiny implied hint of Teddy/Blake
Beta: vlredreign
Cynthia stormed into my office, slapping down a first class E-ticket to Tokyo.
“Either His Royal Prickness fucks Justin, soon, or I am going on vacation, NOW. I told him to go fuck himself, but apparently the hand of the master isn’t what it used to be.”
“Yes, I know he’s distracted, a little irritable…”
“He accepted the slogan “Got Breastmilk.”
I went to Brian’s office, cursing Justin’s show in Japan.
“Hey Bri, last night while I was rimming Blake he moaned Puccini. Tonight I thought I would lick him until he whimpered Pavarotti.”
Brian took the ticket.
“Sayonara, Theodore.”