Short Stories 2

Weirdo

Faz: *sitting in Jamey's lap, chewing on his neck*

Jamey: *sighs with a hand on his waist, looking at John*

John: Isn't that uncomfortable? Or you know.. Painful?

Jamey: *shrugs* High pain tolerance.

Faz: *yawns and lays against him*

John: Isn't his teeth sharp?

Jamey: They are. Like little needles.

Faz: They're not little. *buries his face in his neck, breathing in his scent*

Felix: He's smelling him! What a weirdo! *laying across the counter*