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celticpickle.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Feb. 1st, 2005 06:23 pm)Challenge Idea: Dom as a high school quarterback, and Billy as a high school cheerleader, OHYEAH!!!! Or something high school related.
;D
Can be any ratings. I would start my own, but I am currently struggling with another story that I will probably post...*taps chin*...never sometime. Anyways, here be a little drabble:
Just Friends
I gaze at him for a long time, until I realize it's unlike me to stare. Unfortunately, his catches my sudden squinch of my eyes, and stops mid-sentence. My stomach flutters for just a moment.
*~*~*~*~*~*
A wink and a nod tells me something's up, but I can't guess for the life of me. What is he up to now? And then he disappears into the mingling crowd. A slight tingle goes down my back, and I shiver, looking at the spot where he used to be. But we're just friends. Really.
*~*~*~*~*~*
It's been half an hour since I've seen him. The bastard. I wonder what he's doing. On second thought, I don't wanna know...
I'm sitting at the bar now, drinking myself into a nice acoma, when I feel a sly shadow approaching my back. Small, warm hands cover my eyes. Mysterious.
"Guess who..." He breathes into my ear.
"Hello, stranger." I turn on the bar stool and smile at his adorable face, trying to hide my growing erection. We're just friends...
"Hiya."
"What were you doing?" I hand him my drink, but he kindly refuses.
"–mmm?" He brushes a stray bang from my face, and I am distracted by his lips....
"..."
"What, love?"
"..." We're just friends.
"Dom? Dommie? Heeeeello in there...." He wraps his knuckles softly on my forehead and giggles. I grab his collar, my face mere inches from his.
"Home, Boyd. Now." I breathe hotly into his ear. I let go to see his reaction, his eyes wild in the dark light. And suddenly he's pulling me through the masses of people and out the door. And just like that, we're more than friends.
It just clicks.
~~~~End~~~~
;D
Can be any ratings. I would start my own, but I am currently struggling with another story that I will probably post...*taps chin*...
Just Friends
I gaze at him for a long time, until I realize it's unlike me to stare. Unfortunately, his catches my sudden squinch of my eyes, and stops mid-sentence. My stomach flutters for just a moment.
*~*~*~*~*~*
A wink and a nod tells me something's up, but I can't guess for the life of me. What is he up to now? And then he disappears into the mingling crowd. A slight tingle goes down my back, and I shiver, looking at the spot where he used to be. But we're just friends. Really.
*~*~*~*~*~*
It's been half an hour since I've seen him. The bastard. I wonder what he's doing. On second thought, I don't wanna know...
I'm sitting at the bar now, drinking myself into a nice acoma, when I feel a sly shadow approaching my back. Small, warm hands cover my eyes. Mysterious.
"Guess who..." He breathes into my ear.
"Hello, stranger." I turn on the bar stool and smile at his adorable face, trying to hide my growing erection. We're just friends...
"Hiya."
"What were you doing?" I hand him my drink, but he kindly refuses.
"–mmm?" He brushes a stray bang from my face, and I am distracted by his lips....
"..."
"What, love?"
"..." We're just friends.
"Dom? Dommie? Heeeeello in there...." He wraps his knuckles softly on my forehead and giggles. I grab his collar, my face mere inches from his.
"Home, Boyd. Now." I breathe hotly into his ear. I let go to see his reaction, his eyes wild in the dark light. And suddenly he's pulling me through the masses of people and out the door. And just like that, we're more than friends.
It just clicks.
~~~~End~~~~
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