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New stuff from me at Torquere! And you'll like this...... IT'S CHEAP. I swear. Less than two American dollars for ten thousand words of boylovin'. Go see!!
The Sound of Cicadas
Oh, you want a little sample? Okay, here.
It seemed like the natural place for a kiss, so one or both of them reached out for it. It could have been awkward, but wasn’t. It was just a kiss. The meeting of two mouths that remembered how the other one felt, what the other one liked, how their tongues tasted when mixed together this way, and Jack was eighteen again and hard inside his slacks.
It was only their mouths at first. No roaming hands, no wandering touches, no crotches pressed tightly together in an effort to find relief. Just mouths and tongues that licked and nibbled and it was okay that way. Jack tasted him and remembered everything all at the same time; the way that Kenny’s top lip curved and sloped and the way his tongue was always the softest thing Jack had ever felt. Jack remembered and savored it and kissed him.
The space separating them grew smaller and smaller until their chests were brushing against each other and their hands rested on each other’s waist. Even then, a slight tightening of fingers was the only indication of want that they allowed themselves. Jack knew they weren’t fooling each other at all; otherwise they never would have been here. Things weren’t going to end with them standing up and making out in the hall. It would have been ridiculous to assume so. Ten years was gone in one meeting of mouths; it would be absurd to pretend they didn’t know what the other wanted.
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Eeeeeee yay! Go get!
New stuff from me at Torquere! And you'll like this...... IT'S CHEAP. I swear. Less than two American dollars for ten thousand words of boylovin'. Go see!!
The Sound of Cicadas
Oh, you want a little sample? Okay, here.
It seemed like the natural place for a kiss, so one or both of them reached out for it. It could have been awkward, but wasn’t. It was just a kiss. The meeting of two mouths that remembered how the other one felt, what the other one liked, how their tongues tasted when mixed together this way, and Jack was eighteen again and hard inside his slacks.
It was only their mouths at first. No roaming hands, no wandering touches, no crotches pressed tightly together in an effort to find relief. Just mouths and tongues that licked and nibbled and it was okay that way. Jack tasted him and remembered everything all at the same time; the way that Kenny’s top lip curved and sloped and the way his tongue was always the softest thing Jack had ever felt. Jack remembered and savored it and kissed him.
The space separating them grew smaller and smaller until their chests were brushing against each other and their hands rested on each other’s waist. Even then, a slight tightening of fingers was the only indication of want that they allowed themselves. Jack knew they weren’t fooling each other at all; otherwise they never would have been here. Things weren’t going to end with them standing up and making out in the hall. It would have been ridiculous to assume so. Ten years was gone in one meeting of mouths; it would be absurd to pretend they didn’t know what the other wanted.
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Eeeeeee yay! Go get!