Baby, I’m Gonna Make You Mine
That’s what I think of when you say ‘snakes on a plane’. I think of unplanned pregnancies.*
That’s what I think of when you say ‘snakes on a plane’. I think of unplanned pregnancies.*
Gabe’s new microphone isn’t gold and William doesn’t sing with him anymore.*
When he gets home, styrofoam cup in hand, Gabe is sitting outside his door with that ever-present cigarette between his lips. “Sorry?” he offers, though it’s distant and lacking feeling. William just shrugs and lets Gabe into his apartment. Once they’re inside, he takes a drag of Gabe’s cigarette and Gabe takes a sip of his coffee and they end up fucking on William’s old, beat-up couch.*
Again, Gabe has managed to fall asleep. It’s a miracle, he thinks, and he’s having a fabulous dream about William, naked, with a Cobra hanging from his neck, when he feels something poking at his head. He slowly opens his eyes to meet the deer-in-the-headlights face of William Beckett. He says, “Um?*
Usually, when William comes, Gabe’s vision fills with bursts of robin’s egg blue. But when Gabe really works for it, really makes William feel it, sometimes focusing so much on his lover that he himself never reaches climax, William comes and Gabe sees rainbow. William comes hard and his voice can’t pick a key, ranging from high to low as he whimpers and moans and it’s all so musical that Gabe can hardly breathe and he ends up coming anyway.*