Warning, don't read this if you're under 18, yadda yadda yadda, gay sex, blah blah.
George had an uneventful evening, compared to the events of that day's lunch. He was writing down everything that had happened at lunch in his livejournal and wondering how odd it was that Marc had actually been the first to apologize. He pondered how much Marc valued their friendship, and... if that grinding had anything to do with something more than friendship. George honestly didn't know. Maybe it was some straight guy thing to make the other guy feel gay, and then obviously "worthless" in some of their books. He let out a huge yawn, saved what he wrote, and got ready for bed. His night-time ritual was basically the same as the morning: shave if he didn't feel like doing it the next morning, brush teeth, wash face. It was so routine, he just let his mind replay Marc's domination of him... then that hug... then the bite... George chuckled as he dried his face off. He was fully hard now just by thinking about the little bastard.
He locked the bathroom door and looked in the cupboards for the baby oil: convenient for use with his right hand and dick. He squirted a little in his palm, pulled down his pajama bottoms and undies with his left hand and jacked off over the toilet. He let the foreskin go up and down for a while before pulling it all the way back and furiously rubbing his head. He let out a little moan as he thought of Marc in all his unintentional sexiness and felt his balls pull up as he shot jet after jet of cum all over the toilet. As he came down from his masturbatory high, he licked his hand clean of any remaining jizz and tore off some toilet paper to clean up his tasty mess. He pulled up his pants, hiding his half hard cock, and washed his hands before heading to his bedroom. He barely closed his eyes before exhaustion pulled him into a deep sleep. It wasn't long til he woke up, it seemed. He went about his daily routine and rushed to school. Waiting from him at his locker was Marc, who led the still sleepy George to a deserted corner of the school.
"Wh-," George yawned before he could even get a word out.
"I need you. So much and I know that you don't give two shits but, I love you. I have since I remember seeing you for the first time."
George just froze. He was still shocked. Here was the boy he had given his heart to unknowingly telling him that he didn't even care if he didn't return his feelings, he just wanted him to know.
"Um, hi. Wow," George stammered. He couldn't figure out what to say. All he could do was look into the eyes of the tender boy pouring his heart out to him. His eyes were glossy, shining such a unique shade of green it reminded him of ancient chinese vases: jade. He wanted to look into those eyes that made him excited and nervous of every move he made simultaneously forever.
"Say something, you're making me anxious."
George was still standing there. As he knew, actions always spoke louder than words. He grabbed the boy's hips and pulled him into himself. He wrapped his arms around his back and said two little words:
"Me too." He pulled back to look into Marc's widening, jade eyes and leaned in closer, anticipating the thing he'd waited for since grade ten...
"WAKE UP IN THE MORNING, I SHALL WAKE UP AND SO SHALL YOU AND I, WAKE UP, THE SUN IS BEAUTIFUL..." blared out George's digital radio. He usually loved waking up to that pre-programmed song, but today he hated it. He was THIS close to kissing Marc, if only in his dreams only to be interrupted. He knew it was 7:26, that was the time he always set his alarm for. The sunlight streaming into the room discouraged him from going back to sleep. He didn't want to anyways. Today was a big day: he was graduating. Well, technically he still had a whole month of school left after the graduation today, but he'd be all that closer to getting the hell out of his town and be going off to the university of his dreams.
He had an hour and a half before he had to be at the church for the graduation mass. He took his time shaving, showering and getting his hair just perfectly straight. He knew it wasn't too formal, so he only wore brown corduroy pants, a dark burgundy Lacoste shirt and a tight black v-neck sweater over. He sprayed on some Lacoste cologne and walked downstairs, to see his parents waiting for him at the breakfast table. He chowed down on some eggs and a muffin before all three of them left to the church. George was in the procession ceremony and he really wanted his parents to be there for the homily the priest was going to give. He always had something interesting to say and wasn't stuffy at all. When a priest knew how to `give props', he was cool enough in George's books.
The procession started and George walked in last, carrying a basket of food. He set it down and took his seat in the pews. For an hour, the priest remarked on their journey and how they had changed so much and still had many more changes to go through. It was really well done George thought. After it ended, he went to go see his parents who did the obligatory hugging and kissing. A few pictures later, he walked to the auditorium in the same building as the church and picked up his gown for the Commencement Ceremonies that night. He gave the gown to his mom and dad, and said his goodbyes as he headed off to find his friends. All the grads would be having lunch now at a convention center not too far away from here. He spotted Marc still in line and noticed how good he looked, wearing a silk lilac dress shirt. He spotted Rose, in a light pink dress that flowed easily as she walked in her black pumps. He caught her eye and noticed the pink and green eyeshadow adorning her eyelids. George walked over and they both exited the auditorium, headed for Pat's car. All their friends were waiting for them and George took a step back as he was noticing how nice everyone looked. He liked it when people dressed up. It showed their best side.
Vanna was wearing pewter sandals and a knee-length black skirt with a black corset-type shirt. Underneath that was a yellow tank top that made her look a bit like a bumblebee with her bright, curly blonde hair. Their friends, Cass, Kathleen and Jen all looked just as good. Cass was in an expensive looking white skirt, white heels and a purple top. She had a yellow headband in her dark auburn hair. George thought she was nearly as tall as he was with those shoes on. Kathleen had a navy dress with white print flowers covering it. Her black shrug covered her shoulders and her caramel hair fell naturally straight. Jen was in this wacky printed dress that was probably dug up from a thriftstore. No matter how many times her friends had told her, she still insisted on shopping there for occasions like this. Pat stood there jangling his car keys, his white dress shirt with blue and green vertical stripes untucked and making him look even taller.
"Let's head on out!" Pat suggested, as he unlocked his car. Jen did the same, and some went to the lunch in Pat's purple Mazda or Jen's red Saturn. They arrived in a matter of minutes and stood taking pictures in the lavish banquet hall. Those with cameras mingled and took many pictures with all their various friends. George didn't feel comfortable stepping near Vanessa and Marc's table for some reason. Dinner was served soon after and George took his seat, looking at his pictures while not realizing the prayer was going on. Rose hit him and motioned with her head to the girl leading the prayer and George stopped fiddling with his camera. After the prayer, dinner came out and George got to inhale all the delicious scents. Those little roasted potatoes he loved were done amazingly and he had too many, but didn't care. The whole table was cracking jokes and taking pictures and going to get dessert. George stood up and went to take some more pictures. There was a big group shot with a bunch of people from his elementary school, and he joined in. Vanessa was in the picture too and she pulled him aside after, for a picture with just the two of them. Marc approached George.
"Haven't seen you today; someone tried to look good," Marc whistled.
"Well, unlike you Mr. Big Shot, some of us have to TRY to look good. We can't all roll out of bed and slap some gel in our hair and still appear perfect," George countered.
"Aw, did you just call me perfect? I'd say thanks, but you know. The sarcasm didn't help," Marc chuckled. George could swear he felt the ground shake at Marc's deep chuckle. He loved that voice.
"Well, let's capture the moment, good looking," George said as he took out his camera again and asked someone to take a picture. They put their arms around their shoulders and smiled as the flash went off. George got his camera back and told Marc to wait, he wanted to take another one. Marc obeyed and then George turned the camera onto them. He then bit down into Marc's shoulder and snapped a picture.
"What'd I say about the biting dude!" Marc yelled out.
"Well, if I recall correctly, you only said you didn't like it when you were driving. Unless this whole convention center is a huge car and you're the driver, then those rules don't apply. Anyways, you look like such a tool in this picture. It's going onto facebook," George laughed.
"I should castrate you for that," Marc said seriously.
"Are you sure I wouldn't enjoy that?" George winked. He wondered why he'd felt nervous to go up to him before. Maybe it was because he wasn't used to how friendly Marc had turned out to be. It was still a bit of a shock for George to be getting on (unfortunately, not off) so well with him.
"Ugh. You tard. Wanna go to my friend's house after we're done here? I'll drop you off back home so you can get ready for the ceremony tonight and all," Marc asked.
George winced. He had to finalize the after-prom plans during the time between the end of lunch and the beginning of the ceremony. "Sorry Marc. I have to take care of some stuff with my friends. I'll see you tonight though right?" George asked.
"Yeah! Aren't you psyched for the party? I forgot to mention, we're just gonna go to Kirsten's now since her parents are out of town. Kirsten doesn't live too far from you, so if uh her place is full of people crashing..." Marc left his sentence hanging in the air.
"You don't even have to ask. My parents won't mind you sleeping over. Just make sure you don't act too much like a drunk idiot. They got pissed when they found out I got drunk at a party a couple months ago and I don't want to start shit again."
"No problem. Thanks, eh?" Marc slapped his back on my shoulder. Guy thing, George thought.
"Meh. Least I could do after you pay for my booze tonight," George reminded him.
"Oh right. I'm just gonna bring some beer. Anything you want?" he asked.
"V for Vodka," George said as he flashed him a V sign with his index and middle fingers.
"Oh boy, ok. I swore that off after I puked from it last time."
"Last week?" George laughed.
"I don't drink THAT much!" Marc grinned. George glanced at his right cheek, just to make sure the dimple still existed. It did.
"And cows don't fly. Oh. Nevermind," George giggled.
"You're such a kid sometimes. How are you getting straight As?" he asked.
"Good question," George replied.
"Well?" Marc asked.
"When I have an answer, I'll let you know," George laughed again.
"Whatever. I'm gonna go now, this party's winding up," Marc informed him.
"Yeah, I should go steal some balloons while they're still available," George thought out loud.
"See what I mean? Kid."
"Yeah whatever, this kid still does math better than you. Later bitch," George shouted out as he walked away to inconspicuously rob some balloons from other tables.
"GEORGIE PORGIE! We're leaving, get your ass over here!" shouted a very short, very temperamental brunette. Rose looked quite intimidating with her hands on her hips as the hem of her pink dress bobbed up and down as she tapped her foot on the floor as if to say, "I'm waiting".
"Oh! Yeah, I'm coming," George hurried, making sure the balloons were following. She led him to the car and they got into Jen's old Saturn and made their way to Kathleen's house to plan their prom ideas. On their way there, Jen nearly hit a pedestrian while the whole car was singing along to, `Whip It'. By some insane stroke of luck, Kathleen captured the moment on her camera's video option. George was still laughing when they got out of the car.
A few hours passed and they all determined, although exhaustively, that they'd take pictures beforehand, head to prom in a limo, get picked up and dropped off where all their cars would be parked, then head over somewhere to have a midnight picnic before going to their hotel to get amazingly drunk. Pat dropped George off home after everything was finalized and George realized he only had an hour to get ready before he had to go to the commencement ceremonies.
Hurrying up, he brushed his teeth, washed his face, and went to his closet to pull out the outfit he'd been saving for that night. He chose an off-white pair of slacks, a tight pink and white pin-striped dress shirt, and a light cream v-neck sweater. He rolled up his sleeves a bit, maneuvered a purple polka dot tie around his neck and screamed at his parents to get ready. Soon enough, his parents came out of their room and oohed and aahed over George. They took some pictures before leaving, with George's gown on, and then departed for the Commencement ceremonies. When they arrived, George's parents went to take a seat in the auditorium and George had to go sign-in with the teachers and wait until they all walked in.
George spent his time waiting around talking with friends and taking more pictures. He saw some of his old teachers and they were all congratulating him. George swelled with pride. Two lines over, he caught sight of Marc. Something else swelled in response to that. Seeing Marc in his purple graduation gown was really stirring his juices. Hell, he even made that stupid graduation cap and tassel look sexy. George was interrupted from his naughty, naughty fantasies when the lines started moving. They were going into the auditorium!
The ceremony turned out to be more than just receiving a diploma. There were many speeches, the valedictorian's speech being one of them, awards for recognition in the community and Vanessa even got to sing on stage. Several hours later, the ceremony ended and George rushed outside, in a flurry of congratulations and pictures. His parents were hugging and kissing him and taking pictures like no tomorrow. George said he was going to go out with his friends and he'd be home at around three or four, and if it was okay if a friend or two slept over? His parents said it was fine and told him to be good and they left. George was really amazed at how loving they were.
He caught up with friends, and dozens of pictures later, they were all out of their gowns and ready to leave. He told them to have fun without him. They all just stopped in their tracks and gave him a look of, "what the fuck?"
"Didn't I mention I was going to Kirsten's party?" George sheepishly questioned.
"It's the first time I'm hearing about it," Vanna said. Her reply was followed by a chorus of `me too' from everyone else.
"Well... someone invited me and we didn't have plans yet so I just said okay. I hope you don't mind," George said, not wanting to look them all in the eyes.
"Who's this someone?" Vanna asked. George wasn't going to answer that one. She should know better. And from the look that George gave her at that moment, added with the wink, Vanna understood.
"Oh! Well, go get `em tiger!" she growled at him. George sighed and said sayonara to his friends. He pulled out his cell phone to call Marc, when he ran into Vanessa standing by the entrance.
"Hi! You were amazing out there tonight; I really liked the song you performed. And you look really beautiful by the way," George added.
"Thank you!" Vanessa emphatically replied, as she swirled around in her white dress with red polka dots. It was nicely detailed in lace and there was a red bow to the side. Her shoes matched perfectly, white with red stripes. "You look good too," she smiled at him.
"What are you still doing here? I thought everyone would have taken off to Kirsten's by now," he asked.
"Oh, I just forgot my bag in my parent's car so they're dropping it off, then I'm driving to Kirsten's. Want to come with? You can update me on what's happening with you-know-who," she beamed at him.
George laughed. "Okay, sure." They talked about how exciting it was to be graduating and where they were heading off next year. A couple of minutes passed by and then Vanessa saw her parent's car approach. She told George to wait, spoke to her mom for a few moments, picked up her overnight bag and headed back.
"Okay, I'm parked right out here. Follow me!" she trilled and they walked over to her car. George hadn't talked to Vanessa until before his fight with Marc, and she got to hear his side of the story. That discussion lasted the entire trip to Kirsten's and before they got out Vanessa assured him that with Marc acting the way he was now, it seemed like he'd still want to be George's friend if he told him tonight. George only hoped so. They got out and walked inside and saw everyone was already toasting themselves with glasses of champagne. George grabbed one for him and one for Vanessa and they clinked glasses and downed the bitter drink. George glimpsed a group of guys by the TV and wandered over there. Maybe Marc would be waiting for him.
"Dude, I'm soooo glad I found you," Marc told George as he walked into the room. He was gripping a bottle of beer in one hand, and a 40 of vodka in the other. "Happy grad!" he yelled and thrust the bottle in George's arms, then did a one-armed guy hug. George had to ask if he was already drunk.
"Well... I've only had five beers since I got here. WOOO!" he screamed, turning to his friends. They whooped back at him. George was laughing at how cliche this environment was. He thanked Marc for the booze and started gulping it down. Before he got too drunk, he'd realized he'd have to get some food into his system so he wouldn't puke.
"Marc, when did you eat last?" George asked.
"Uhh, right before the ceremony," he replied. Oh crap, that was more than five hours ago. George pulled out his cell phone and called a pizza place, ordering a large pepperoni to be delivered (here he had to find Kirsten to get her address) and then hung up. He had to find Marc again and make sure he didn't drink more or he'd puke and pass out. Then George really wouldn't get to do what he came here for. He saw the boy cheering on one of his friends as he funnelled a beer from a beer bong. George hung around there and distracted Marc from taking sips from his beer by getting his attention onto something else. It worked really well, as music started pumping and lots of people started dancing. Everyone was dancing really horribly and George barely heard the doorbell ring over the noise. He answered it, saw the pizza guy looking shocked (from that, George guessed he was new) and paid him. Too bad the pizza guy wasn't cute or else he would've invited him inside to eat something else.
He pulled Marc out from the mosh pit and they proceeded to chow down on the steaming pepperoni pizza. After devouring the entire thing, they sat down to talk with their drinks in front of them, letting the food digest before acting like drunk idiots again.
"Marc. I wanna say something okay?" George asked.
"Yeah dude, whatever, it's cool," Marc said, his eyes glossy from the alcohol.
"I haven't asked you before and I don't know if you know...." George said. He was hoping the vodka would have taken the edge off so he could say what he needed to say without anxiety.
"Know what?" Marc asked, as he unbuttoned the rest of his pale purple dress shirt, showing off his white tank top underneath.
"It's about me. Um... I... don't.... that is to say.... I'm gay," George blurted out.
Marc just sat there. George didn't know if the alcohol was working or not. Vanessa told him to get Marc drunk. And he had drunk more than a few beers now. "I know," was all he said. He glanced at him with his shiny, light eyes. "I thought everyone knew."
"Oh." George guessed so. He didn't exactly hide it. He didn't know how to tell Marc he liked him. Even though it seemed like Marc was more.... understanding and not as angry with a couple of drinks in him. "I... really...." George started.
"Want to dance? Great!" Marc smiled, as he pulled George up with himself. They both went around and danced some more and were trying to get into as many goofy pictures as possible. George decided to just forget it for now; he might as well enjoy his time. He found his bottle of vodka and took another swig. It was still 2/3 full, but he didn't want to lose coherence, he'd have to walk back home with Marc and if his parents found out...
"Guys, it's time for cake!" Kirsten yelled out. Someone cut the music and they all gathered in Kirsten's basement. They were singing `Happy Birthday' but replacing the word birthday with graduation. Kirsten was cutting and handing out the pieces of cake. George got handed one and saw a little sugar flower on the top. He didn't like those, and so he picked it off and threw it at Marc.
"Oh no you didn't," he threatened as he dug into his cake and threw a good sized piece at George. He didn't have time to react and wound up with cake splattering his cheek.
"You little bitch, you're going to pay," George said as he picked up his entire piece and threw it at Marc. Marc ducked and it hit Paul's pants.
"CAKE FIGHT!" he yelled and soon enough the entire room was splattering as people ducked to avoid it, and others were grabbing it and mashing it into other people's hair. The cake was massive enough to feed thirty people so the basement was littered with cream, chocolate and vanilla at the end of the battle. People were picking up remnants and slapping each other on the back with them. It was disgusting... and really funny. Everyone was laughing and whoever had a camera pulled it out to take pictures of the aftermath. Everyone tried their best to clean up, but Kirsten told them not to worry about the carpet, she'd take care of it. After everyone cleaned themselves up a bit, George realized it was nearly four a.m. He told Marc he should be getting home, and the other boy said he was getting tired anyways. They said their goodbyes and Vanessa hugged him and wished him good luck. George didn't even know how she could tell that he hadn't admitted he liked Marc yet. They walked outside and Marc pulled out his overnight bag from the trunk of his car. George led them both, although stumbling, back to his house. The walk barely took ten minutes, but it was enough time for George to `slip' and grope his friend in several places. Marc didn't seem to catch on. George hoped he thought it was just the booze making him grab his ass or the front of his waist, or tousle his hair or.... you get the point.
George unlocked his door, shh'd Marc and they both walked down to the basement. George told Marc he could get ready in the bathroom down there and he'd be right back. He walked upstairs to brush his teeth and wash off any cake remnants. He realized he should take off his contacts too and he slipped on his thick-rimmed black glasses. He changed into a plain white shirt and red plaid pj bottoms and grabbed a pillow from his bed. He headed back downstairs, making sure not to stumble, and found Marc in the bathroom, brushing his teeth... in just his underwear. George didn't think Marc noticed he was there and so he took his time. His legs were smooth and George could tell they were powerful from all the skating on the rink he had to do. They led up to two perfect, round mounds of flesh, barely hidden by tight white briefs. George wondered if he liked wearing those or if they were just old. Either way, he wasn't complaining. His thin waist tapered up in a classic v-shape to surprisingly broad shoulders. George looked at his back and knew Justin Timberlake was talking about Marc when he wrote about sexy backs. His right hand was gripping the toothbrush, his biceps nicely cut and defined from the tiny force he was using to brush his teeth. In the mirror, George could see his defined chest, round pink nipples and a set of washboard abs that were definitely drool-worthy. All of this in a 5"5 package.
Marc finished brushing, spat and turned around. His mouth was still surrounded by flecks of the toothpaste. "Did you enjoy the show?" he laughed.
George looked down at his pants. He wasn't fully hard, but you could tell that he wasn't soft either. "Maybe," George blushed. Marc shook his head playfully, turned back around and rinsed. He walked out of the bathroom closed the door, turning the light off from outside.
"Where am I sleeping, big boy?" Marc asked. George desperately wanted to say `in my pants' but didn't think it was appropriate.
"There's a bed in this room. You can take it if you want, I'll take the couch down here," George told him motioning to the couch lying outside the basement bedroom.
"I'll take the couch. It's your house, you should have the bed," Marc told him.
"You're the guest, you take the bed."
"No." With that, he grabbed the pillow out of George's hands, and spread himself down on the couch. He covered himself with the blanket that lay there and told him goodnight. George sighed and turned off the light and closed the basement door. He opened the bedroom door and told Marc to wake him up if he needed anything. George guessed he wasn't going to tell Marc what he wanted to tonight. He slipped into the bedroom, and left the door open. "If you need anything, just wake me up. I'm right beside you in the bedroom," George said.
"Mmph," Marc grunted. George took this as a yes.
George slipped into the bed and placed his glasses on the bedside table. The clock told him it was barely 4 am. He definitely wasn't going to school tomorrow. Whoever decided to have graduation on a Wednesday was an idiot. He was drifting into sleep, when he felt something else slip into the big bed.
"Wha-," George asked. He couldn't tell who it was in the dark and without his glasses. He reached over for them, conveniently on the right side of the bed where he was. It was Marc.
"It was cold," was all he said as he got comfortable on the left half of the bed. George noticed the bedroom door was closed too. He was too tired to care for whatever was happening, so he turned with his back towards Marc, and again took his glasses off. A few moments later, he felt a pair of strong arms hugging him from the side. There was a face nestled in his neck and his legs were entwined with another pair.
"It was still cold," Marc said. George was still speechless. He felt a warm breath by his ear, and George pushed back into Marc. Marc gripped onto George tighter and George's cock was about ready to explode.
"You look cute in glasses," the warm breath whispered into his ear. George felt Marc nibbling his earlobe then and moving down to his neck. George let out a soft moan.
"I thought you were straight," George asked.
"I am," Marc replied. "But I'm horny." He turned George onto his other side, and started him right in the face. George had to grab his glasses again. He wanted to see Marc. "Dude, what'd I say about the glasses?" Marc brought his face closer to George, and softly crashed his lips into his.
George was in heaven, plain and simple. He was hugging the guy of his dreams, and kidding him for all he was worth, Marc slipped his tongue into George's mouth and they were full-on making out. George didn't care if it was Marc's sex drive or the alcohol or whatever it was, he finally getting a piece of action. Marc slipped George's shirt off and admired his lithe physique. He then grabbed hold of the waist of George's pants and pulled those off too. They were tossed to the side of the bed. Luckily enough, George had left a tiny light on in the room and he could really see Marc. His eyes were brilliantly green, like two shining emeralds and they were filled with lust at the moment. He kissed George again and made his way on top of him. Soon, they were grinding their hips together in time as they invaded each other's mouths. George had to pull away. "I love you." He had to put it out there. There was no turning back now. Marc looked at him, nodded, then slipped off his briefs. George could see his cock towering in front of his face. It looked like it was seven inches long, hard, and cut. He shoved it into George's face while he straddled his chest.
George licked all around the head of the cock and slide his tongue up and down the shaft. He tongued Marc's balls, which hung down a bit from his sack. George loved this. It was completely perfect for him, and he took one ball into his mouth. Marc grunted. George lathered it with his tongue and did the same for the other one. Marc growled a bit and pulled off George's underwear. George's cock sprang up and nested in between Marc's asscheeks. His six inch boner was thrusting up and down and he took Marc's throbbing hard cock and shoved it into his mouth. At this angle he could only get a bit more than half of it in, but he was bobbing up and down and Marc was enjoying the sensations. George could taste the precum on his tongue and knew Marc was getting close. George's cock was a bit more slippery now due to his own precum and he was getting ready to shoot as he thrust in between Marc's ass.
"I'm gonna shoot," Marc groaned out.
George sucked harder and took as much in as he could, until he could feel Marc's cock tense. He pulled back a bit, licked under Marc's head and that's all it took for Marc to shoot. Three jets of cum came right after the other into George's mouth, he swallowed the first two loads easily, but the last one trickled out of his mouth a bit. A few more squirts followed, and George got to savour Marc's taste. Marc's musk was in the air, and George had a mouthful of cum. It was what he'd been waiting for, at least for three years. Their bodies were slick with sweat and George was still grinding his hips into Marc's ass. Marc liked riding that apparently, as he was still into it even after he'd shot his load. Swallowing the last of the cum, George thrust up in between his ass one more time, and shot high in the air. The cum landed on Marc's back and George kept on going, littering Marc's ass and his own legs with cum. Marc turned to him, stared into this deep brown eyes surrounded by thick frames, and kissed him deeply, tasting himself in George's mouth. He grabbed a shirt thrown over the bed and wiped himself and his accomplice off with it. They were both spent, and soon enough, Marc was spooning George again. He liked to be in charge, and George liked to be dominated... but only by him.
They fell asleep and George pressed himself deeper into his perfect boy, a big smile on his face. He left his glasses on. Apparently, they were cute.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Wow. Email at meramon666@hotmail.com This was quite the interesting chapter, don't ya think?