Aw, fuck! Not again! I mean, come on! I've jerked it, what, four times today already? But sure enough, I can feel the rushing warmth of blood flowing into my swelling dong... Maybe if I just ignore it, the stupid thing will go down. I focus on my cereal, on the delicious, sugary-cinnamon taste of these delightful little--okay, that's not working. I can feel...
I wake up to the sound of Dan's breathing, he's still asleep, his bicep beneath my neck and his warm body pressed up against my back. I can feel the tip of his nose against the back of my neck, his other arm is over me, surrounding me in an embrace of pectorals and biceps. Sunlight is pouring in through our window and keeping us cosy and warm, I decide then...
Alright, this atrocity can be blamed on Megumi, for aiding, abetting, and inspiring it. Written with her help (mostly in helping me think up names), this is Brainstorms, some random short bonus fling in the Bedsprings Arc. * "Evan?" I'm laying on my side by him, in that fucking good after-sex buzz, my head and one elbow resting on those damn muscled thigh...
"Here Prada. Her-ee Prada," Jon sings lightly, shaking a bag of dog treats that cost more than his iPhone. "Where the fuck did you go little doggie?" He exhales once, fighting off the approaching panic attack. If he doesn't have Lydia's dog when she gets back from giving a lecture at Yale, she'll cut his balls off. And while Jon hasn't recently used his bal...