playing with lightning . sex

[boyd rian caine]

i know it's a little bit fightening

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px; height: 325px; background-image:url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liediyjHg21qcdtsho1_400.jpg), border: solid #C2CBC8 5px;] Bouncing, Boyd looked up at the clock. He’d been awake since two that morning, nightmares about milk pulling him from his sleep and leaving him tossing in his bed. About three he finally climbed out and headed into the kitchen. Normally on nights like this, he’d comfort himself with a bowl of cereal but tonight, he just sat at the table with an empty bowl in front of him, his spoon in hand and his Cinnamon Toast Crunch box sitting in front of him, taunting him. His eyes were fixated on the fridge, his nightmare playing back in his head. It was now five, however, and with that being deemed a socially acceptable hour for a person to be awake, he slid out of the chair, fixed his boxers and made the trek to his roommate, Dexter’s room. There was no hesitation as Boyd opened the door to let himself in, closing it behind him and crawled into the bed with his best mate snoring lightly. For most people, gay-dar would be going haywire right about now with Boyd crawling into bed with his best friend wearing nothing but boxers and knowing his roommate might be wearing the same or less and truth be told, if there was a man on this planet that Boyd yearned for, it was Dex. But Boyd respected his best friend so even if he wanted to kiss those plush lips and press himself against his mate, he would refrain. Instead, Boyd crawled over his mate and just laid on him. With the size difference between them, Dexter was sure to realize he was being crushed and wake up soon. Until then, Boyd nuzzled into his friend’s neck and whined. ”Dex. Deeex. Wake up.”

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two hundred eighty-nine words for sophie

made by kadi. do not steal

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[dexter james holmes]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 505px; border-top: 10px #95D9DE solid, bTable] [style=background-image: url(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7q56dN6dR1qzvluyo1_250.png); width: 200px; height: 200px;] [/style] ☼ sunshine YOU CAN BE MY Fast asleep. Yes, Dexter was fast asleep and deep into the world of dreams and stuff like that. He'd actually passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow; but, if he'd known his buddy, Boyd, wasn't able to sleep he probably would have stayed up all night with him to keep him company. Dex was aware of how cruel milk could be sometimes. One minute it loves you and rocks you to sleep and the next minute it's drowning you in a sea full of it and bringing your worst nightmares to life. It was a tough relationship, milk and man, but that's what the boys loved about it. So dangerous and yet so hard to resist...like a whore working for free. not so much. Unlike his poor friend who was scared shitless of his milk nightmares, Dexter was dreaming of lovely things such as girls, boobs, and legs. It was a night like this where Dexter wished he could just sleep forever. It was perfect. All the leggy models walking around him, surrounding him, it was fantastic to say the least. Yes, there they were now, rounding up around him and taking turns on his lap like Santa Claus. Ho, ho, ho. Yes, Dex was a happy dreamer. What was even better was that the dream was so realistic, that he could almost feel the weight of the girl on his lap; more like on his body, but he wasn't going to complain. it was like his dream change and he found himself lying on his back and the girl lying on top of him, his hands reached for her ass and he squeezed it gently while his lips moved to find hers. the kiss felt real, almost too real, but dexter was enjoying himself...maybe a little too much because it seemed like his body was enjoying it as well. how he could tell? well, you know...things. then he heard her voice; hr voice as sweet as honey made its way into his ears like the music he loved. she was calling his nae, telling him to wake up but, he couldn't. instead to shut her up, he pressed his lips to hers again. problem was...this girl didn't exist. ???WORDS WORDS WORDS LOVE THESE TWO <3 FOR MY WIFE KADI <3 ---------------- CREDIT

[boyd rian caine]

i know it's a little bit fightening

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px; height: 325px; background-image:url(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liediyjHg21qcdtsho1_400.jpg), border: solid #C2CBC8 5px;] Being in love with your best friend was hard but being in love with your completely straight best friend and being a straight male yourself was just plain brutal. Boyd never could explain the way he felt for Dexter. There was just no way. Love was the only word he could think of. Boyd loved Dexter to pieces, unlike any person there ever was and he was sure there would never be a person to steal his heart like Dexter had. The problem was, Boyd liked vagina and women. He loved their soft, supple skin, their curves, the way they smelled and he loved the vagina. Dex wasn’t any of those. He wasn’t soft or curvy and he most certainly didn’t have a vagina but Boyd was smitten with him. It didn’t make sense. But it didn’t need to make sense right now. One moment Boyd was whining to wake his friend up, the next, Dex’s lips were pressed to his and Boyd’s heart skipped a beat as he realized what was going on. Dex was kissing him. More confusion arose. Boyd wasn’t really sure what to do but his body took over for him and he relaxed a little, puckering his lips to cup against Dex’s and holding it there. His hips pressed down a bit all on their own and Boyd couldn’t help himself, he forced Dex’s lips apart and deepened their kiss. It was experimental but it felt amazing to Boyd. His heart hammered in his chest and he was in heaven. Until a thought occurred to him. What was Dexter dreaming? It wasn’t about him. There was no way Dexter was knowingly kissing him. He had to be thinking about someone else. Pulling back, Boyd looked down at his friend and sighed, his brow furrowed. The kiss hadn’t been meant for him and neither was the rest of his bodies reaction. Unfortunately Boyd couldn’t hide his reaction and he really didn’t want to face Dexter if the man woke up and realized that the kiss was real, just not with who he’d been hoping for. Pushing off the bed quickly, Boyd retreated to the shower, hoping the water would help him out with the issue he was currently having.

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three hundred seventy-three words for sophie

made by kadi. do not steal

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