Forty One Flops

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I'm looking over him over.

I can't just use him.

Something about Matthew makes him so fragile, almost like, I want him.

I should make a move while we eat.

"Hey. Can I try your pancake?" I ask.

I get my fork and attempt to use my fork to handle a piece of his meal.

Only to have that chunk flop on his lap.

Now that wasn't the move I wanted to make.

"I'm sorry Matt!" I panicked handing a napkin to his way.

"Kinda sticky." He laughed.

Oh yeah, how about I suck it off.

Stop it Shawn.

"Need help?"

"Na..."

The way I asked was basically a signal saying, 'Hey I'm sucking your dick while helping clean the mess off.'

Everything was poorly wrong.

Why am I acting so suddenly awkward around him.

- Shawn

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