Lucky for Blaine, Neil was the only person in the lobby when he came. Leaning against a wall, the young man looked out of a window, his long fingers twitching and tapping to a rhythm that he could only hear. He had ran out of cigarettes long ago, and there were not a single weed of pot that could be seen in the place.
Neither had he had sex in about just as long. If he kept up, he might be able to break his abstinence record (the last time was 4 weeks, and that was only because he had crabs).
Lucky indeed, but there was always the possibility that the boy were there for another reason and Neil hadn't arrived yet. He studied the other man for a few seconds before to approach him. He stopped close enough to be noticed but not as much to cause discomfort to someone he barely knew.
"I'm looking for someone who won't pretend. I'm thinking you're the one that I've been waiting for. Is it you? Is it you? Maybe you're the one I've been waiting for. " he sang softly, giving the boy a smile. "I'm Blaine."
"Just a little late, you found me, you found me," Neil sang, turning to face Blaine. He studied the boy carefully, from head to toe, and decided that while Blaine was a little younger than his usual preference, beggars couldn't be choosers, and the man was pretty hot. In a somewhat exotic way.
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Neither had he had sex in about just as long. If he kept up, he might be able to break his abstinence record (the last time was 4 weeks, and that was only because he had crabs).
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"I'm looking for someone who won't pretend. I'm thinking you're the one that I've been waiting for. Is it you? Is it you? Maybe you're the one I've been waiting for. " he sang softly, giving the boy a smile. "I'm Blaine."
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"Neil."
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"It's better late than never.."
He hated to be late. Punctuality was virtue, or that's what they said at Dalton's Academy, but the caravan was so big he got lost more often than not.
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