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monaboyd Sep. 27th, 2004 04:37 pm)
sorry that it's been so long to update. i'm awful. i know. y'see... was writing in study hall and... er... lost a paper.
*cough*
Series: Fanfiction
Chapter Three: Pairing
Author:
pokeh
Rating: this chapter PG-13. the whole series? NC-17.
Summary: in this excerpt of billy's writing...
Warnings: er. it's unbeta-ed so if it's crappy i'm the one you should... don't beat me up. oh yeah, and it's really short... the parts are...
Feedback: i will heart you forever
previous chapters:
http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=pokeh&keyword=Fanfiction+1&filter=all
We sometimes shared a mind and it was difficult to complete my own sentences without Dom starting to say the same thing. It felt comforting to have someone who understood you that much, but vaguely eerie when you were staring at him after walking in on him jerking off.
No man had ever started this heat between my legs before. There was a pounding in my chest - I wasn't gay, was I? I couldn't be. I'd just been admiring women on the telly. I was with Ali. But the droplets of water sliding down his cheeks, across his jawbone and slowly over the pulsing skin of his neck - I wanted to do nothing more than touch the back of my hand to his skin, to tenderly caress his face with my knuckles.
*cough*
Series: Fanfiction
Chapter Three: Pairing
Author:
Rating: this chapter PG-13. the whole series? NC-17.
Summary: in this excerpt of billy's writing...
Warnings: er. it's unbeta-ed so if it's crappy i'm the one you should... don't beat me up. oh yeah, and it's really short... the parts are...
Feedback: i will heart you forever
previous chapters:
http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=pokeh&keyword=Fanfiction+1&filter=all
We sometimes shared a mind and it was difficult to complete my own sentences without Dom starting to say the same thing. It felt comforting to have someone who understood you that much, but vaguely eerie when you were staring at him after walking in on him jerking off.
No man had ever started this heat between my legs before. There was a pounding in my chest - I wasn't gay, was I? I couldn't be. I'd just been admiring women on the telly. I was with Ali. But the droplets of water sliding down his cheeks, across his jawbone and slowly over the pulsing skin of his neck - I wanted to do nothing more than touch the back of my hand to his skin, to tenderly caress his face with my knuckles.