Larry and Kirk were cuddling on the couch with a blue blanket encasing them, Larry called me a freak for wanting to sit in the kitchen, which was freezing cold to be fair.
He's so weird, why did I ask him to date me? I should've known better than to expect the same guy, who I wrote a yes or no note that said "wanna date me?" to act normal, when this fucker used the letters to draw animals. He had the nerve to give it back to me without context.
Next week, on Valentine's Day, he gave me a white sock that said yes.
The shenanigans this man pulled out of his ass were...something, I must say.
I noticed that they were falling asleep all cozied up without me. Jerks. I get up from Kirk's kitchen table and lay on Larry's thighs. Hugging him loosely and I feel my eyelids get heavier soon after.
A hand brushes against my head softly, it must be Larry since that hand was smaller than Kirk's. His fingertips glide over my cheek, then slides under my jaw.
"Larry."
"What? I'm not doing anything." He said smugly
"You trying to seduce me?"
"Eh."
"What do you want?"
"Mm, I don't know."
I feel him massage my neck, I lean my head away so he can get more surface area. What does he want? Sex? Back when we were in Las Vegas as a treat for ourselves, as we stayed at our sketchy hotel cuddling, he wanted to do "things" in those moments.
So it wouldn't be unsafe to assume that, but then again he was a goof and you couldn't tell when to take him seriously, and when he did get serious it was so jarring.
His hand rests on my shoulder and he gets more relaxed as time went on.
I love my life.
There is a part of me that wonders what if. What if I didn't choose this life I have lived? What would happen?
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The Road
RomanceA 40 year old man who is a sheriff of a town, Kirk, has gone to a motel to arrest two criminals, Vinny and Larry. But ends up falling for both of them and explores his sexual desires. This story mostly has smut, please do not force yourself to read...
