United We Stand [4/?]
anonymous
May 9 2009, 01:28:14 UTC
doing this to keep it from getting collapsed further
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America only notice how big Texas’s hands were when they were so warm and all over him.
This hadn’t really been America’s intention, at least at first, but Texas wasn’t like the others. He was nearly the same size as America himself, and it had been so long since America had seen anyone in Europe, and Canada was still sore, and Mexico, after that war to keep Texas himself, would never talk to him ever again. With just kids he was still lonely, and though America didn’t want Texas to get the wrong idea, he had to admit that he needed this. They both did. Texas mouthed at the newly exposed skin as he undid each of America’s buttons, and America groped for a space he knew wasn’t covered in bruises on Texas’s body. But Texas didn’t seem to mind when he missed, and as long as they both wanted it, they might as well, and it had been so long, too -
“America.”
It had stopped. Texas was using his mouth to speak instead.
“If you want me to stop, just say.”
“But I don’t,” said America. As Texas reached for the corner of his eye to brush away some moisture there, America remembered that the last time he was in this position, letting himself be ravished like this, he was under General Washington.
“Then what do you want me to do?” Texas’s face softened in a way America didn’t think it could. He thought for a moment, heart still fluttering, and pulled his shirt back together.
“I just realized,” said America, “I never told you about the General, did I?”
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America only notice how big Texas’s hands were when they were so warm and all over him.
This hadn’t really been America’s intention, at least at first, but Texas wasn’t like the others. He was nearly the same size as America himself, and it had been so long since America had seen anyone in Europe, and Canada was still sore, and Mexico, after that war to keep Texas himself, would never talk to him ever again. With just kids he was still lonely, and though America didn’t want Texas to get the wrong idea, he had to admit that he needed this. They both did.
Texas mouthed at the newly exposed skin as he undid each of America’s buttons, and America groped for a space he knew wasn’t covered in bruises on Texas’s body. But Texas didn’t seem to mind when he missed, and as long as they both wanted it, they might as well, and it had been so long, too -
“America.”
It had stopped. Texas was using his mouth to speak instead.
“If you want me to stop, just say.”
“But I don’t,” said America. As Texas reached for the corner of his eye to brush away some moisture there, America remembered that the last time he was in this position, letting himself be ravished like this, he was under General Washington.
“Then what do you want me to do?” Texas’s face softened in a way America didn’t think it could. He thought for a moment, heart still fluttering, and pulled his shirt back together.
“I just realized,” said America, “I never told you about the General, did I?”
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