Here's yet another yaoi. This one is one of my favorite OC couples, (OC meaning Original Characters, characters I create) just cause they're so cute. The emo, and the doctor. <3 Aaahhh. I don't know why I stopped writing it, but I do love this one.
Being emo isn't that great. People constantly watch you with wary eyes, then look away quickly, as if they're ashamed. They judge instantly because you dress darker then most people do in society. Its, quite frankly, something that makes me angry. I don't understand why the kid with the eyeliner and black clothing is instantly thought of as 'weird' and 'gay'. I mean, sure, I am gay, but come on people, grow up, I'm gay because I'm attracted to men, not because I'm emo. So, surely, if your just going to come along and judge me, and when your reading this, if even for a second, you think, wow, what a freak, or what the hell is wrong with him, or you just start judging, I suggest you stop reading, because believe me, you wont understand.
“Wake up Hun.” Sherlock mumbled into my ear in that low, sexy voice.
“No. I'm sleeping.” I reply hazily. He snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me back against him. I groan. “Sherlock, seducing me isn't going to make me wake up.”
He laughs. “Patch, I realize this, I just wanted to hold you.” This makes me turn around to face him. I raise my eyebrow, and he gives me that adorable smirk of his. “Okay, maybe part of me was planning on doing that, but I decided that it wasn't the right thing to do at the moment.” My eyebrow remains up. “Okay, fine, I wanted to fuck you, but, come on, can you blame me? I mean look at yourself! Your so fucking...” He trails off as he gazes into my deep green eyes, “Tempting. Beautiful. Handsome. Amazing. Funny. Adorable. Cute. Happy. Lovely. Exhilarating. Perfect. Unconditionally-”
“I get the point, Sherlock.” I say blushing just a tad too much.
“-mine.” He finishes, then laughs. “Breakfast time! We haven't been able to have breakfast for awhile because of work, but I decided to take a month or so off to spend time with my-” He gives me a full on grin. “Tempting. Beautiful. Handsome. Amazing-”
“Sherlock!” I say laughing, and sit up on the bed. “shhh!”
He ignores me and starts yelling the rest. “FUNNY! ADORABLE! CUTE! HAPPY! LOVELY! EXHILARATING! PERFECT! AND UNCON-MOTHER-FUCKING-DITIONALLY MINE!”
I almost die of laughter. He shakes his head. “You put that upon yourself young man. If you dont want such compliments, I suggest you stop being so-”
“Don't you dare start again!!!” He smiles.
“I wont, I wont,” He chuckles. “I just love it when you get all flustered.”
“I bet you do.” I mumble.
He gets off the bed and grabs my hand. “Oh yeah, I really do love it. Actually, I think I almost love it as much as when your horny.” He thinks for a moment. “Nah, nothing can even compare to how much I love that.” He pulls me off the bed and into to his arms, and in one swift movement, kisses me softly. “I love you, Jevv.”
“I love you too Sherlock.”
“Now, we shall eat.” and with that, he picks me up and carries me, bridal style, to the kitchen. He places me on the table, literally, on, the table. “What do you want, hun?” He asks me patiently.
“Eggs!” I shout happily. “And...” I look up at him and put on my best begging face.
“No. Your not having a Twinkie for breakfast.” I frown, and he continues, “Your diabetic, Jevv, you can't have one right now.”
“Fine. But seriously, I want some eggs.” He smiles and cooks me some.
As he cooks, I look him over, he has a white, rolled up button up on, with a gray vest over it, along with some dark blue skinny jeans. His dark, black hair compliments his chocolate brown eyes perfectly, and if you look closely, you can see he has a 9 o'clock shadow, making him look scruffy. I blush just looking at him. He's so perfect.
So perfect, that when compared to my black, spiked up hair, and my dull green eyes, along with my way too skinny figure, I look like a piece of trash. I can't help but feel a bit jealous. I wish I had that effect, I wish I was so handsome that when I was compared to someone, I made them look bad. I mean, not that I want them to look bad, I just want to feel good about myself, you know?
“Patch?” I snap back to reality.
“Yeah, sorry, what?” Sherlock frowns, a plate of eggs in his hand is stretched out toward me.
“Do you want your eggs?” I grab them and he hands me a fork.
“Yeah. Sorry, I was thinking.” Sherlock gives me a look of concern. “Its nothing to worry about Sherlock. I promise. I was just...thinking about you.”
He shakes his head. “And what were you thinking about me?”
“How perfect you are.” I blurt out. He sighs. “I'm sorry, it's just your so perfect and I'm so...bleh...and when compared to you...you bring out my...bleh.”
He chuckles a little. “Your not bleh, Patch. Your amazing, and I already told you that this morning, so don't start with me.” He smirks. “Do I have to prove to you how amazing you are?”
I blush thinking about how he'd prove it. “Yeah...” I smile a little. “I think you'll have to...”
He scoops me up off the table and pulls me upstairs into our bedroom. I laugh as he pushes me onto the bed and plants one on me. “I love you.” He whispers against my lips as he kisses me. I kiss him back.
“I love you too.” He flips me over and gets on top of me.
“Now, Time for me to prove just how amazing you are.” I smile happily, and with that, we make love.
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