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walkingshadow) wrote2003-09-16 11:58 pm
walkingshadow) wrote2003-09-16 11:58 pm
Justin Month, Day Sixteen
Filter lyrics + Wax Museum unveiling = GIP
Heat by Cherry
You roll over and he's staring at you, blue eyes heavy-lidded and sleepy and so so close, arm's length, maybe, across the nothing of a space between the beds, and you shove your icy hands under the pillow to keep from touching his face. His smile is soft and worn, already, and that secret ache inside you burns and throbs, just for a heartbeat, before you smile back and click off the lamp.
A whispering vignette in which Chris tries to hold out against a Justin who is young and beautiful and irresistible--and who's older than his years when you least expect it.
Heat by Cherry
You roll over and he's staring at you, blue eyes heavy-lidded and sleepy and so so close, arm's length, maybe, across the nothing of a space between the beds, and you shove your icy hands under the pillow to keep from touching his face. His smile is soft and worn, already, and that secret ache inside you burns and throbs, just for a heartbeat, before you smile back and click off the lamp.
A whispering vignette in which Chris tries to hold out against a Justin who is young and beautiful and irresistible--and who's older than his years when you least expect it.