"You're not gonna stretch those out on me, are you? They're my favorite pair."
[busts a gut snickering!]
Sean tried to look offended. "Are you implying that I'm fat?"
NO, Sean, that is NOT what he's implying. [poke]
Sean felt his cock twitch and he took a step back. Fuck. Guess he noticed after all. "Sometimes..." he started, then faltered, staring back at Viggo.
"Yeah?" Viggo moved closer again.
"Sometimes I'm not sure if you're being serious or not."
[sigh] He comes so close, so close, so often.... [scream!]
And Sean didn't know why he said it, or why his heart was suddenly beating so hard.
Tell Sean I can write him an essay if he wants. I even promise not to use any words with more than two syllables. :/
Sean suddenly realized with the utmost clarity that it'd been foolish of him to try to out-flirt Viggo. He was way out of his depth on this one, and it was doing strange things to his mind and body that he hadn't quite figured out yet.
Yes, Sean. We know. [rolling eyes] Forget the rock. I need a club. A big one. With railroad spikes stuck through the business end. [glower]
His friend looked a little less confident than he had just a minute before, almost disappointed, in fact, and Sean began to worry that he'd somehow hurt Viggo's feelings.
No! Ya think? [stare]
"Those underwear actually weren't clean."
[snarfle!] Jeez, woman, give us a hint to put our drinks down, wouldja?!?! [laugh!]
OK, so. Party at Sean and Orlando's. Sean gets good and sloshed. The party won't break up until really late, and Sean has to go back to Viggo's place 'cause his luggage is there. And of course, once they're there, there's no sense Sean hauling all his stuff home while plastered, right? Hey, why not stay here for the night? No, no, I don't mind at all!
[grin] OK, tell Viggo!muse that if he can't make some headway tonight, with this setup he's so expertly concocted, I'm going to wash my hands of him. :D
This is fun! I'm starting to feel like the MST3K guy! :D
Angie, who's discovered that her new purpose in life is to make Shriney laugh ;)
Tell Sean I can write him an essay if he wants. I even promise not to use any words with more than two syllables. :/
heee...I think Viggo's already written one... :P
I need a club. A big one. With railroad spikes stuck through the business end. [glower]
LOL and EEK! *puts metal helmet on Sean* He'll get there, give the boy a chance! :P
[grin] OK, tell Viggo!muse that if he can't make some headway tonight, with this setup he's so expertly concocted, I'm going to wash my hands of him. :D
Give the guy a break....look what he has to work with!! *G*
Angie, who's discovered that her new purpose in life is to make Shriney laugh ;)
And you succeed admirably, m'dear! *hugs* *giggle* Thanks for all the fb!!
"You're not gonna stretch those out on me, are you? They're my favorite pair."
[busts a gut snickering!]
Sean tried to look offended. "Are you implying that I'm fat?"
NO, Sean, that is NOT what he's implying. [poke]
Sean felt his cock twitch and he took a step back. Fuck. Guess he noticed after all. "Sometimes..." he started, then faltered, staring back at Viggo.
"Yeah?" Viggo moved closer again.
"Sometimes I'm not sure if you're being serious or not."
[sigh] He comes so close, so close, so often.... [scream!]
And Sean didn't know why he said it, or why his heart was suddenly beating so hard.
Tell Sean I can write him an essay if he wants. I even promise not to use any words with more than two syllables. :/
Sean suddenly realized with the utmost clarity that it'd been foolish of him to try to out-flirt Viggo. He was way out of his depth on this one, and it was doing strange things to his mind and body that he hadn't quite figured out yet.
Yes, Sean. We know. [rolling eyes] Forget the rock. I need a club. A big one. With railroad spikes stuck through the business end. [glower]
His friend looked a little less confident than he had just a minute before, almost disappointed, in fact, and Sean began to worry that he'd somehow hurt Viggo's feelings.
No! Ya think? [stare]
"Those underwear actually weren't clean."
[snarfle!] Jeez, woman, give us a hint to put our drinks down, wouldja?!?! [laugh!]
OK, so. Party at Sean and Orlando's. Sean gets good and sloshed. The party won't break up until really late, and Sean has to go back to Viggo's place 'cause his luggage is there. And of course, once they're there, there's no sense Sean hauling all his stuff home while plastered, right? Hey, why not stay here for the night? No, no, I don't mind at all!
[grin] OK, tell Viggo!muse that if he can't make some headway tonight, with this setup he's so expertly concocted, I'm going to wash my hands of him. :D
This is fun! I'm starting to feel like the MST3K guy! :D
Angie, who's discovered that her new purpose in life is to make Shriney laugh ;)
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heee...I think Viggo's already written one... :P
I need a club. A big one. With railroad spikes stuck through the business end. [glower]
LOL and EEK! *puts metal helmet on Sean* He'll get there, give the boy a chance! :P
[grin] OK, tell Viggo!muse that if he can't make some headway tonight, with this setup he's so expertly concocted, I'm going to wash my hands of him. :D
Give the guy a break....look what he has to work with!! *G*
Angie, who's discovered that her new purpose in life is to make Shriney laugh ;)
And you succeed admirably, m'dear! *hugs* *giggle* Thanks for all the fb!!
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