BoyxBoy One Shots

Teeth (1)

Story info.: Phoenix has a strange attraction, he is attracted to teeth. To put it more accurately, he is attracted to sharp incisors. He doesn't know why, but he just does. Elijah is attractive and he knows it but he hates one part of himself and that are his so-called "fangs". It draws unnecessary attention and draws in hordes of vampire lovers. Desperate for skin on skin contact, he goes to a club.
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Character Description-
Phoenix Alexander: 5'6", red hair, amber eyes, light tan, 25, gay.
Elijah Stewart: 6', dark brown hair, green eyes, pale, 27, bisexual.
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~Phoenix's POV~

"No! I don't want to go!" I shout in desperation as I try to hide under my blanket.

"You," my friend Shelia grabs the end of my blanket, "have been holed up in here too long! Time for you to get out and get some fresh air!"

I huff in annoyance and roll my eyes. "Yeah, like the club has fresh air." She yanks the blanket off my body and I yelp as the cold air hit my skin. "Cold!"

I look at her and gulp. She stood at the end of my bed, her hands on her hips, as she glares at me. "Phoenix Alexander," I flinch as she uses my whole name, "it has been three weeks since you have holed yourself up in this room. Now, you're a grown-ass man, not some angsty teenager, so get the fuck up and get in the shower!"

I grab my pillow and held it to my chest, for some sort of protection.

"No," I say meekly.

She completely stills and her face goes blank. My eyes widen as I scramble to the corner of my bed, my grip on the pillow tightening.

"N-Now Shelia," I stutter out, "le-lets talk about this re-reasonably."

She didn't move for what felt like an hour or so and then she lunges at me. I scream and threw my pillow at her as she grabs my ankle and drags me off the bed.

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"Hm, now this which one looks better," She holds up two shirts, one was a tight, long sleeve shirt that is gray and the other one is a shiny, long sleeve mesh shirt that is loose.

I look at her, with my hair dripping wet, and look at the shirts. 

"Ugh," She puts the shirts down on the bed, "dry your fucking hair!" She grabs a towel from the bed. Since the one I'm using is wrapped around my waist, and tosses it at my face.

"Thank you." I muffle out through the towel and rub my hair dry. 

After Shelia yanked me out of bed, she forcibly stripped me and kicked my butt into the shower, literally. She may be my best friend and I love her to death, but she is fucking terrifying.

"Now," She picks up the shirts again, "Which one do you like better?"

"Hm, the mesh one." 

"Good choice." She smiles and puts the shirt on the doorknob. "Now, get dressed and make sure to wear those black jeans I got you!"

I go into my closet and slip on some mesh boxer shorts to match with the shirt. I look around the closet and found the jeans that Shelia was talking about. It slips on past my legs easily but once it got to my thighs... that's were the struggle starts.

Grumbling to my self, I start to shimmy into my jeans. Thick thighs save lives my ass, I thought as I clench my butt as the jeans got caught between the mounds of flesh.