HT100 Challenge #22-Food Fight: Sisyphus
Okay, here's one set S3, when Chris is at his lowest point and perhaps feeling a bit like a certain figure from Greek myth...
~Sisyphus~
He sidled next to Toby, reveling in the closeness, hungry for more. Hand laid on Toby’s leg, squeezing, *trying* to go slow. Why wouldn’t Toby understand? Still all prickly and angry, like helping him on Operation Andy was *nothing*. Christ Almighty, what else was he supposed to do?
“Fuck my ass.”
So cold, harsh; not the way he hoped to hear those words. Toby stalking off, remote as the moon. His hopes crashing back down, and he was so goddamn tired of picking them up to try again.
*“…never gonna happen…”*
So easy for Toby.
Why was it so damn hard for him?
~finis~
word count: 103
~Sisyphus~
He sidled next to Toby, reveling in the closeness, hungry for more. Hand laid on Toby’s leg, squeezing, *trying* to go slow. Why wouldn’t Toby understand? Still all prickly and angry, like helping him on Operation Andy was *nothing*. Christ Almighty, what else was he supposed to do?
“Fuck my ass.”
So cold, harsh; not the way he hoped to hear those words. Toby stalking off, remote as the moon. His hopes crashing back down, and he was so goddamn tired of picking them up to try again.
*“…never gonna happen…”*
So easy for Toby.
Why was it so damn hard for him?
~finis~
word count: 103