| Fucked, Forever More |
[Mar. 6th, 2009|10:58 am] |
Title: Fucked, forever more
Warnings/Author's Notes: no beta, I may be banned from fandom for this one
And the condom goes to: Drew
 ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) zaipixie
Once upon a midnight weary, as I lay weak not cheery
Over many a bruise, scrape and possible bad hair
As I sulked, nearly sleeping, there came a creeping
A twink was sneak sneak sneaking to my bedroom lair
Tis some harmless blond, slipping into my bedroom liar
Only this, nothing more
Ah, distinctly I recalled, his eyes so blue, his ass I balled,
And each separate time he called, clothing soon strewn across the floor
I drew back the duvet, comfort I did not mean to convey,
Quietly, he slid beside me…
And I was fucked, forever more. |
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| Lie la lie |
[Mar. 6th, 2009|02:40 pm] |
Title: Lie la Lie
Warnings/Author's Notes: betas vlredreign and zaipixie tweaking by tweedygal
And the condom goes to: Drew
 zaipixie
I found him at Woody’s doing shots.
“Hey Mikey, did you know a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest?”
Brian should know better than to visit his father; especially if he was going to start quoting Simon and Garfunkle. Then again, that's what Ma was playing the first time he showed up at our place, bruises on his back and red rimmed eyes.
He toasts me with his next shot.
“But, the fighter still remains.”
I slip my shoulder under his arm, walking towards the door, taking his keys, whisky-soaked breath in my ear.
Lyrics taken from Simon and Garfunkle's The Boxer |
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