If you haven't done it in a while, are you a Virgo again?
Ted was groaning from the moment he woke up. His joints all had grit in them, and his muscles had all been replaced with those brittle left over rubber bands from the bottom
of the kitchen drawer. Even if he hadn't known the date (which of course was the 27th of August), he would have known it was his birthday. He always felt like a crippled old man on his birthday.
35. Jesus fucking Christ Theodore. He was actually getting to be that crippled old man now. His boys from home would know what the day was... Or maybe they wouldn't. He wasn't ever particularly high on their list of priorities to begin with, and without Emmett whispering surprise plans in their ears. Ted's heart snagged on that one. Emmett. The longer he was here, the more he realized he did miss Em and need him like crazy.
He trudged his way to the rec room head held so low he wouldn't have noticed anyone in his path unless he'd tripped over them. At least he could have Mozart and then maybe it would matter if anyone remembered his birthday.
Evidently, someone had remembered it was Teddy's birthday. On the pool table was a large box wrapped in paper that looked really familiar. Yeah...I really feel like I've seen this before... The card on top only said his name, and Theodore tore carefully through the wrapping paper in order to save it.
"Oh fuck me." Inside, all shiny and new and stinking up the whole room with rubber was Teddy's 33rd birthday present from his nearest and dearest: a box of 33 dildos. All colors, lengths and girths, some with two heads and a really terrifying beat--you-unconscious two footer. Ted was too stunned to panic right away and just stared onto the box, gripping the sides and trying not to lose his shit.
[It's late in the day, I know. Actually when I started this post is was yesterday, that's how long I've been staring at the page... Come meet Teddy cause he's good for a laugh and carrying a big old box of...conversation starters. If you're a QaF boy or one of his BoHos, you had best get ta steppin. Er. Taggin.]
of the kitchen drawer. Even if he hadn't known the date (which of course was the 27th of August), he would have known it was his birthday. He always felt like a crippled old man on his birthday.
35. Jesus fucking Christ Theodore. He was actually getting to be that crippled old man now. His boys from home would know what the day was... Or maybe they wouldn't. He wasn't ever particularly high on their list of priorities to begin with, and without Emmett whispering surprise plans in their ears. Ted's heart snagged on that one. Emmett. The longer he was here, the more he realized he did miss Em and need him like crazy.
He trudged his way to the rec room head held so low he wouldn't have noticed anyone in his path unless he'd tripped over them. At least he could have Mozart and then maybe it would matter if anyone remembered his birthday.
Evidently, someone had remembered it was Teddy's birthday. On the pool table was a large box wrapped in paper that looked really familiar. Yeah...I really feel like I've seen this before... The card on top only said his name, and Theodore tore carefully through the wrapping paper in order to save it.
"Oh fuck me." Inside, all shiny and new and stinking up the whole room with rubber was Teddy's 33rd birthday present from his nearest and dearest: a box of 33 dildos. All colors, lengths and girths, some with two heads and a really terrifying beat--you-unconscious two footer. Ted was too stunned to panic right away and just stared onto the box, gripping the sides and trying not to lose his shit.
[It's late in the day, I know. Actually when I started this post is was yesterday, that's how long I've been staring at the page... Come meet Teddy cause he's good for a laugh and carrying a big old box of...conversation starters. If you're a QaF boy or one of his BoHos, you had best get ta steppin. Er. Taggin.]