I often wonder to myself how a fictional world with fictional hot gay men can get to me so much...but they do regardless of the reason.
As I've said before, you have such a talent for this, and I'm bawling like a baby right now, thank you very much haha
“You know, Justin, it’s not cooking that makes you the wife, and it’s not getting fucked in the ass that makes you the wife. It’s not these fucking rings that make you the wife.” I brushed the open box off the desk, onto the floor. “It’s being understanding, that’s what makes you the wife.”
Justin had watched me swat the rings onto the floor, and his jaw tightened. “Stop it, Brian.”
I walked over to the bar and got a new glass, and filled it. I looked at him. “I guess you learned that from your mother. I’m sure Jennifer was always very understanding about Craig, too.”
Justin looked me right in the eye. “Do whatever you need to do, Brian. But get the fuck out of here.”
Ouch, I felt that one :o(
I thought about him telling me he loved me, in the rain outside Babylon, in this room, in bed, when he came, his voice harsh and his hands gripping me so hard he left bruises. I thought about him telling me he’d bought this house, saying he was taking a chance on love. *sigh* ok, that is all
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As I've said before, you have such a talent for this, and I'm bawling like a baby right now, thank you very much haha
“You know, Justin, it’s not cooking that makes you the wife, and it’s not getting fucked in the ass that makes you the wife. It’s not these fucking rings that make you the wife.” I brushed the open box off the desk, onto the floor. “It’s being understanding, that’s what makes you the wife.”
Justin had watched me swat the rings onto the floor, and his jaw tightened. “Stop it, Brian.”
I walked over to the bar and got a new glass, and filled it. I looked at him. “I guess you learned that from your mother. I’m sure Jennifer was always very understanding about Craig, too.”
Justin looked me right in the eye. “Do whatever you need to do, Brian. But get the fuck out of here.”
Ouch, I felt that one :o(
I thought about him telling me he loved me, in the rain outside Babylon, in this room, in bed, when he came, his voice harsh and his hands gripping me so hard he left bruises. I thought about him telling me he’d bought this house, saying he was taking a chance on love.
*sigh* ok, that is all