Someone So Perfect (JeffMads)

Someone So Perfect (JeffMads)

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Thomas was amazing, interesting, and charismatic. James was definitely the opposite of all of those. Having been friends for a while now, James still doesn't understand how someone like Thomas would want to be around him. James feels a great love for Thomas, but understands he will never deserve someone so perfect. ~~~ So I intended this to be like...a bunch of cute events happening that eventually segway into the whole letter thing, but clearly that idea was thrown out the window. Nice one. EDIT 22/03/17: ....I want to write incredible amounts of angst. I don't want it, I NEED it. My inner angsty writer is showing, so watch yourselves. (Cover art by a good friend of mine)
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"We don't belong together...you deserve someone better. I can't be with you anymore, we're not a good match," you sniffle and James resists the urge to kiss your tears away. Beside your head, his hands clench into fists against the wooden walls. "Say it to my face then, look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me anymore - that you don't want me anymore," "James..." You muster up the courage but your voice still comes out, somewhat, shaky, "I-I don't want to be with you anymore," his expression remains steely and cold, the fierce glint of resolve in his eyes, unrelenting, "I don't love you anymore..." "I don't, at least, make you feel good?" "No." He doesn't respond, instead, he keeps you pressed against the wall and manoeuvres his face to rest beside your ear, his husky voice weakening your knees "Are you sure about that?" he snakes his hands around your waist to press his fingers into your lower back. Under his touch, you suppress a whimper of relief as his massaging motions ease some strain in your back. [nsfw oneshot]

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