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Feathers Everywhere But It’s Fine

the archivist — Fri, 30 Apr 2010 12:18:00 +0000

Mike is an angry 17 year old who’s been exiled from home for the summer while his parents finalize their divorce. Shipped off to William’s place, he’s startled to find that William has somehow found himself a shifty older boy friend, and an angel in the attic.*

You Sound Like a Rainbow

the archivist — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 02:02:53 +0000

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.*

Regulation

the archivist — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 01:48:52 +0000

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?*

I’m a Lot of Faith; This is How I Feel

the archivist — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 01:45:19 +0000

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.*

Half Alive, But I Feel Mostly Dead

the archivist — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 01:35:23 +0000

Gabe’s new microphone isn’t gold and William doesn’t sing with him anymore.*

Contributions for Productivity

the archivist — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 01:32:55 +0000

William is against it.*

Baby, I’m Gonna Make You Mine

the archivist — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 01:06:32 +0000

That’s what I think of when you say ‘snakes on a plane’. I think of unplanned pregnancies.*