It has been days since they had met and Tyrone was already lovesick. Tyrone couldn't stop thinking of Steven. His heart ached for him...even being just met 2 days ago. Everywhere he went he'd think, 'oh, Steven would like this!', 'oh, this reminds me of him!'... if Tyrone had a rose every time he thought about Steven; he'd have one, because Steven never left his mind. He even named one of his saddles Steven, so he could pretend to ride him.
Tyrone was sitting against this big rock, sighing. His Horse, Horsey, beside him. Tyrone just kept yapping and yapping about Steven: about how he was so perfect...he was truly a lovesick beta.
Finally, Horsey had enough. "Quit fucking yapping, you flesh bag. Holy shit— my ears hurt so much. I cannot deal with this anymore. Bring me back to the farm before I run off the nearest cliff."
Tyrone sighs..."you're right horsey...—" "and quit calling me that, my name is John." Tyrone sighs..."you're right, John...but I wonder what Steven is doing right now—" and that's when John gets up and gallops off of the nearest cliff. All Tyrone hears is a faint neigh before a splat.
"Sigh...I should go see what Steven is doing!!!" *Tyrone gets up, and trollops away.*
After an hour of walking in the blazing heat of Texas, he gets to the familiar flower shop. He walks in and is immediately overwhelmed with beauty. Steven was bent over, smelling the flowers, tucking hair behind his ear.
(For those who've watched Yarchin, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH I BROUGHT BACK MEMORIES DIDNT I??? For those of you who've watched Yarchin, it looks like the scene where Toono is smelling the flowers hahahahaha hahahah)
"My, I must say Steven...you're truly a beauty." Steven gasps, not knowing Tyrone was there. "How 'bout you knock next time! You almost gave me a heart attack!!"
"Say...Steven...do you have a mate perchance?" *Tyrone was asking the question everyone's been waiting for.*
"A mate?...no...I don't. But I have an ex-wife if she counts.", "and ex-wife?? Why'd you get a divorce???", "oh...it's funny really, she wanted to fist me, but being the alpha I am, I didn't want to get fisted." Steven simply explains. Tyrone was shocked at the confession, but he got slightly hard at the thought of Steven getting fisted.
"Oh...so...Uhm— you don't like being fisted?" Steven laughs at Tyrone's childish question. "Of course I don't! I like fisting people, not being fisted silly!!" Steven smiles. When Steven smiles Tyrone was knocked back a bit. How could someone be so beautiful? The way Steven smiled could brighten up anyone's day with the way his cheeks go all rosey, and with the way he looks at you with love.
