Re: Graveyard Date
The little sounds Vaughn made as they kissed tickled Mao to no end. Again he felt that feeling that was something akin to victory. It was addicting. And to Mao they seemed very loud in the quiet of the graveyard, his keen hearing didn’t miss a thing.
Was it the booze, or the cemetery? Quite the question. Mao grinned, “Both!” For a boy so apt at lying, he had no qualms about telling the truth in moments like these. He even went so far as to clarify, “And you didn’t get me nothing, I was drunk and lonely before you even showed up…” This was said as jovially as anything else he had said so far, masking the fact this was a rather sad statement to make. He wasn’t really thinking, otherwise he wouldn’t have said it.
Too much talking and not enough kissing. Mao went back to it, and he soon noticed how uncomfortable the cold hard stone of the bench was for his knees. There was a way to remedy this, which was to simply crawl forward onto Vaughn’s lap. He straddled the man, letting his feet dangle over the other side of the bench. Now he could kiss and be comfortable and be as close to Vaughn as physically possible. All things he was really enjoying combined together this way.