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Long nights seemed longer when apart.
It sounded more depressing than he thought it was.
Two weeks apart, almost 5 states away for family visits. Andy returned to Ohio to stay with his Mom and Dad, Ashley returned to Missouri with his aunt and cousins. The two boys had some rather, interesting relations during tour and their few weeks back home, but like most people in the story-hungry media limelight as they were, they couldn't exactly 'come out' and speak of their 'affair'. God, you can just hear the talk show host chicks gossiping about it.
Only the guys and a few other trusted brothers knew about their relationship. Nobody else--especially parents. Never parents. Or fans. Not even Ashley's dogs.
Ashley's nephews had gone home and his cousins had gone to sleep or else went back to their own houses. He raised his arms in a luxurious stretch across his aunt's old beige sofa he'd been lounging on, tap
Valentine's Day ~ Andley 2k14Valentines Day ~ Andley
[AUTHOR NOTE]: EXPLICIT CONTENT WITH SMUT AND TOYS AND THIS IS A REALLY LONG STORY TOO AND THE ENDING SUCKS BECAUSE I GOT TIRED OKAY? OKAY. I still don't believe in filters.
Most couples worry for the valentines day season. What do I get? What do I do? How do I give the gift? How do I make this year the best Valentine's day ever? Rushing around stores, looking for gifts that their lovers would like. Not to mention the anxiety of "will they like it?" and praying that they wouldn't have to sleep on the couch for the night.
That wasn't the case for Andy.
See, Andy and Ashley had been dating for a little over 5 months, and they both knew they were HUGE perverts under the adorable dorky band member disguise and ladies man bass player get ups they wore on stage. Valentine's was definitely going to involve some bedroom time, but not your regular couple night in bed.
Slow Jazz music and romantic fire on the carpet? Nope.
A line of rose petals leading up the sta
Ruffled Sheets - Candy one-shotCC's hands.
Kissed mine softly.
His scruffy cheeks brushed my lips.
His skinny legs squeezed my hips.
His nails dug in.
"Oh, fuck, oh oh oh..."
Toes curled tight.
Smells of sweat.
Sounds of dirty, filthy sex
I touched his face,
He bit my lip
"Come for me"
He does as he's told.
"Do you think they heard?"
"I think they did."
Hell's Carousel chapter 1 - Brown Bag Ashley hoisted Andrew up and slung his arm around his broad shoulder, letting his hand slip around the vampire's waist for support. "I gotcha." Ashley mumbled, "I gotcha dude, all you have to do is not fall over."
"No promises." Andrew grunted weakly.
The silver stab wound had left Andrew weak. It hadn't hit his heart, but it came pretty damn close, taking a ton of his power with it. What was left was used to heal himself and fix and damage in the room, not to mention wiping the entire building's memories of any crashing or screaming that was heard in the room. See, what happens with silver in a vampire's flesh is if left in for too long, it begins to sizzle and dissolve away the flesh around the wound, leaving a large bloody mess.
Ashley spent an hour or two cradling Andrew, who had passed out the entire time and finally awoke when he was dragging him to his feet--with great difficulty--to get him over his shoulder. Andrew was just barely up and in an ungodly amount of pain, but h
Circus Freaks chapter 20 pt 2 (long warning)Fuming, Ringmaster stood staring at the empty silver cage, the door slightly ajar. His blue eyes burning, he turned to the Strongman who stood in the entry way.
"Where." his voice was shockingly calm. "Jasper, where did they go?"
"I don't....I don't know, sir." Jasper whimpered. He was 7 feet tall, could lift cars with one hand, yet he was shaking and terrified at the hand of a small old man wearing a striped hat. "They snuck out or...I don't know."
"Need I remind you, Jasper, that the cages have these special little things on them called LOCKS?!" He picked up the discarded lock that lay on the floor. "Look at this you big, good for nothing, baby!" he was fuming mad, screaming at Jasper, who had started to cry. "These are supposed to keep cages CLOSED! We lost two important acts because THIS WASN'T ON THE FUCKING CAGE!" he chucked the lock at the Strongman, it clanged painfully against his head and he wailed. Falling on his knees he started sobbing pathetically at Ringmaster's
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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