Jan. 18th, 2011 at 12:14 AM
"You remind me of someone." The teen said, grabbing Morrissey by his white T-shirt with a dangerous sexual glare.
If Morrissey's mind could form words in those seconds that boy took possession of him - literally, they would probably be-
'You remind me of someone'? What an odd way to get close to another person. Usually he's being grabbed by people who want to get close to him - not to mention get intimate with him - because it's him.That's why he wants to give that boy a shot. He'll do, for now.
If lips could bruise from kissing - Morrissey wasn't sure, at that moment - their lips would turn blue from the heated exchange the two stole in an alley, with Morrissey leaning over the wall, letting the younger man lead - not as if he had much choice.
The young boy sniffles ; Maybe he's sick - Morrissey remembers it's cold outside, now that they broke contact. The boy uses the space between them to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans, revealing plaid boxers underneath. Morrissey takes his hand, enough to attract his attention again. He shakes his head, waiting for him to rearrange himself and leading him to the band's caravan.
Morrissey takes off his shirt on the way, tossing it down. "I'm a virgin, you know that." He scolds the other as they get near the bunks. "Yeah, sure you are." the boy says, utterly bored and playing with Morrissey's nipple in his hand. It's not that the boy doesn't know who the other man is - in fact, Morrissey's quite sure he's a fan - he just doesn't seem to care much. Morrissey respects that kind of individuality ( -he reminds himself, for the second time) he wouldn't have gotten just anyone into his bunk - but he figures the boy isn't impressed by that, either.
"So, have you got any condoms?" Morrissey asks as they sit on the bed, now quite far apart from one another. "Listen," the boy says, turning to him. "I haven't done it yet, with anyone... ever." He says, only a slight stutter giving in at the end of the sentence. Morrissey only now noticed how huge the boy's eyes are. His skin is a bit spotty - he notices it better now, although it registered before; Still, a pretty face, though. And he's nervous and sort of blunt. It's the way he's said it, most of all, which makes Morrissey trust him. He wanted to remind him what he'd said before about virginity, but he bites his lip and stays quiet, for the moment.
If Morrissey's mind could form words in those seconds that boy took possession of him - literally, they would probably be-
'You remind me of someone'? What an odd way to get close to another person. Usually he's being grabbed by people who want to get close to him - not to mention get intimate with him - because it's him.That's why he wants to give that boy a shot. He'll do, for now.
If lips could bruise from kissing - Morrissey wasn't sure, at that moment - their lips would turn blue from the heated exchange the two stole in an alley, with Morrissey leaning over the wall, letting the younger man lead - not as if he had much choice.
The young boy sniffles ; Maybe he's sick - Morrissey remembers it's cold outside, now that they broke contact. The boy uses the space between them to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans, revealing plaid boxers underneath. Morrissey takes his hand, enough to attract his attention again. He shakes his head, waiting for him to rearrange himself and leading him to the band's caravan.
Morrissey takes off his shirt on the way, tossing it down. "I'm a virgin, you know that." He scolds the other as they get near the bunks. "Yeah, sure you are." the boy says, utterly bored and playing with Morrissey's nipple in his hand. It's not that the boy doesn't know who the other man is - in fact, Morrissey's quite sure he's a fan - he just doesn't seem to care much. Morrissey respects that kind of individuality ( -he reminds himself, for the second time) he wouldn't have gotten just anyone into his bunk - but he figures the boy isn't impressed by that, either.
"So, have you got any condoms?" Morrissey asks as they sit on the bed, now quite far apart from one another. "Listen," the boy says, turning to him. "I haven't done it yet, with anyone... ever." He says, only a slight stutter giving in at the end of the sentence. Morrissey only now noticed how huge the boy's eyes are. His skin is a bit spotty - he notices it better now, although it registered before; Still, a pretty face, though. And he's nervous and sort of blunt. It's the way he's said it, most of all, which makes Morrissey trust him. He wanted to remind him what he'd said before about virginity, but he bites his lip and stays quiet, for the moment.
