And of course he's hot, they both are dammit. I wanted to laugh at my situation really, here I am in a fucking shelter and the only thing I can think about is the problems that sharing a room with two hot guys can bring. You can tell I'm living that luxury life.
Drew is this small shrewd thing with an little mop of curls on his head and of course the opposite Michael. A taller dude slim but definitely toned with these tattoos on his arm. Ah yes my fucking weakness, the problem is that I can't resist a cute boy with curls and when I see a guy like Michael well...let's just say I wanna top that top....or is he a top? Maybe he's more of a swi-
"Hi I'm Drew! This is Michael if he doesn't talk much it doesn't necessarily mean he doesn't like you he's just the silent type!"
"...Hi. Jackson."
"Nice to meet you!" He gives a bubbly smile and I sigh a little. Talk about a resiliant motherfucker. No doubt this is the bubbly traumatized one. I'm amazed kid can smile.
The desk lady walks away and Michael rolls his eyes a little. "She didn't seem pleased."
"No I don't think she appreciates my humor."
Michael smirks, "I don't even need to hear what you said I like this one already."
Drew sighs, "Damn now all I'm gonna hear is sarcastic remarks." He pouts then giggles a little. "Everything pisses her off. That's Mary."
There was a small somewhat awkward silence while they adjusted the bedding arrangements and agreed on certain rules each would follow. "Do you bind?"
"It is why I'm here."
"Let me see the binding you do. You look like a dumbass who's going to do a lot of dumb shit."
"Rude but you aren't wrong."
"He's big on our safety," Drew smiles gently at the thought. "Michael doesn't let many people in but when he does then you might as well have a loving parent."
Loving parent...that's ironic..ha...hahaha...yeah fuck no.
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Cheap Cigarettes and Coffee
Romance"I don't want to live for nothing Just want to be something" He will keep running, because sometimes that's all you can do
