the boys taste like boys

kill4me

Twiggy sat on the couch watching TV when his boyfriend Marilyn came home from work in a clearly upset mood. He dropped his things and slammed the door and continued to walk up stairs. Twiggy followed like a puppy waiting for the right time to ask what's wrong.
Marilyn sat brooding in his room for a bit before coming back out. "Why are you just standing there?" He grumbled.
"you look upset" twiggy said as he twiddled with one of his dreads
"are you mad at me?" Twiggy said softly as he continued to stand by the door to their shared bedroom.

"I'm not mad at you..." Marilyn headed downstairs to grab a beer. "Just... mad at the world..."
"what's wrong?" Twiggy said as he watched Marilyn grab a beer out of the fridge and walk back to the living room to watch TV. "Maybe I can help..?" Twiggy suggested
He slumped down onto the couch and grumbled, "I'm being blamed for this fucking Columbine shit..."
Twiggy waddled over to the couch and sat down next to his boyfriend "I'm sorry Brian..." He flattened out the wrinkles in his green dress in fixed his pink tights. "I know you didn't have anything to do with it"

"I know, but it's so fucked up, and you know it's gonna hurt our damn career... We should probably lay low for a while..."
"that could work" twiggy said laying his head on Mansons knee.
Manson sighed, running a hand through his boyfriend's hair. "I love you..."
"I love you too, things will get better I promise.."
Manson finished his beer and eventually fell asleep on the couch.
Twiggy went up stairs and grabbed a small blanket and covered his boyfriend and turned the TV down and fell asleep next to Manson.
Marilyn woke up the next morning and went to make himself a bowl of cereal.
Twiggy opened his eyes after he herd the sound of shuffling in the kitchen cabinets and the refrigerator door open and close.

"You want some Lucky Charms?" he asked dully, already grabbing another bowl for Twiggy.
"yes please" twiggy walked up to Manson and grabbed the bowl from his hands. After finishing his own bowl, Manson threw it in the sink and mumbled, "I'm going to the bar..."
"want me to stay here?" Twiggy asked as he handed Marilyn his car keys.

"Up to you," he shrugged. "I honestly don't care at this point."
"I'll stay so you can get your mind off things, promise me you won't drink too much? And call me if you need a ride?" "Yeah, whatever." Manson left and stayed at the bar for hours, getting wasted. When he finally came home, he couldn't walk straight.
"are you okay?" Twiggy asked as Manson flopped down on the couch "I told you not to drink too much"
"You're not the fucking boss of me," Marilyn snapped angrily before covering his eyes with a pillow to block out what felt like blinding light.

"right, I'm sorry imma go upstairs" Twiggy said. Once we was upstairs he didn't know what to do. He was bored. He looked threw the various dresses and hoodies in his closet to pass the time.
After sobering up a bit, Manson followed his boyfriend upstairs. "I'm sorry for yelling at you..."
Twiggy didn't say anything at 1st he just sat on the floor messing with the seam of his green dress. music played on the record player in their shared bedroom. "It's fine.."
Manson leaned in for a kiss and pecked Twiggys soft lips.
Marilyn pulled away and Twiggy looked down and blushed. Twiggy looked up at Marilyns plump lips and smiled. Marilyn noticed and leaned in for another kiss. But this time the kiss wasn't that soft. He snaked his toung inside of Twiggys mouth and the both fought for dominance. Manson ended up winning of course.
He pulled Twiggy lnto his lap and twiggy wrapped his legs around Marilyn's waist. He put his hand on Twiggys thigh and he gasped. Twiggy could feel Marilyns devilish smirk on his lips. Manson bit Twiggys bottom lip which caused him to moan in his mouth. Manson reached over and pulled Twiggys black dreads.
He picked Twiggy up and slammed him into the wall. He started to leave little hickeys up and down his lovers neck and down to his color bone area. Twiggy threw his head back in pleasure and moaned. Marilyn then set Twiggy down on the bed and put his hand up his green dress. He snaked his finger under the heam of his thin pink tights and pulled them down one leg after the other. He threw his boots and tights into the corner of the room. Twiggy squirmed in discomfort and Marilyn flipped him over so that he was on his stomach.
He started to unbutton the little white buttons on Twiggys dress one by one. He was just teasing now. He started to rub his hands up and down Twiggys back before he decided to pull it all the way off.
Brian then continued to rip off his own shirt and pants then throw it who knows where.

He slid off Twiggy boxers and started to leave more hickeys all over his stomach down to his v-line.
The smaller boy moaned.
"I'm sorry what was that?" Marilyn teased.
"Please what?"
"Please touch me"
Marilyn wrapped his hand around his dick and started pumping slowly.
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wiggy moaned and gripped the black bedsheets. Marilyn pumped faster and leaned over and kissed his lips passionately.
"Im not gonna last any longer" Twiggy moaned. Marilyn started pumping a bit slower and sloppier. Twiggy let out a pornographic moan and cummed in his boyfriends hand and on his stomach.
Twiggy then sat up and started to kitten lick Marilyns length. Marilyn growled at his boyfriends teasting and grabbed his long black dreads to encourage him. Twiggy took Marilyns whole dick in his mouth and bobbed up and down. Manson moans and grunts filled the room. Marilyn cummed in Twiggys mouth and twiggy swollowed every drop.
"Hmmm your so good at that baby boy"
Twiggy smiled and leaned over and kissed his boyfreind.
"I'm tired" Twiggy said
"Let's go to sleep?" Manson suggested.
Twiggy just nodded in response.
Marilyn pulled the blankets over them both and pulled Twiggy up close to his chest.
"I love you Jeordie don't forget that"
"I love you too" twiggy smiled and drifted off to sleep.