Young boy gay never young boy underwear him any of the drawings I'd made while thinking of him, and he hadn't ever seemed to take the hint when I lean all over him while we watch TV. Either he's pathetically oblivious or he gets a gleeful perverted kick out of seein' me sweat.
He turns to me with this big shit-eatin' grin on his face. "Hey, Craig, you can really throw it back. Isn't that your second bottle already?" He laughs drunkenly.
"Yeah, I guess it is." I glance off the bed at him sitting on the floor next to it. I could barely keep my eyes off of him, especially with his legs set apart the way they had been for the past hour and a half. If he caught me drooling, I'd blame it on the wine.
I just lay down and look up at the high ceiling, running a hand absently through my long dark hair, held at bay in a ponytail. Where he got a velvet Victorian canopy bed was beyond me, because it looked frighteningly authentic. nude young boy we sat, a bottle in each of our hands, downing the entire thing like idiots. "Gods, am I drunk." I laughed at myself, stretching out on his bed. He sat up and smiled at me. "You look comfy. Want another bottle?" He grins, a look of genuine surprise crosses his soft features.
I smile and wink back at him. "Did you need to ask?"
He shrugs, handing me another. "Dude, where did you learn to drink like that? And why haven't you taught me??"
I cock my head young boy gay the side. "Cuz you're a runt, Talis. I'd be shocked if you don't pass out by this bottle alone."
He cackles. "Shut up, Gigantor! Just because I don't crush doorways as I pass them doesn't mean I can't hold my liquor." Granted, I was young boy gay larger in frame than he. I was, after all, a bouncer, and that was sort of a job requirement.
"Let's change the subject." I roll over onto my stomach, still admiring the goofy way he's been looking at me while in his stupor.
"So?" Talis grins stupidly at me.
"So what?" I move over as he climbs onto the bed and lays next to me. "What do you and Scott talk about when you see him?" He chuckles with teen-like curiousity and I roll my eyes, not being able to resist it.
"We talk about stuff."
His eyes glitter. "Stuff?"
"Hah. Yeah, stuff."
"I don't believe you."
"What don't you believe?"
"That you talk."
"Excuse me, what else would I do with him?"
"Have sex with him."
"Say what?? Oh, I don't think so."
"Don't young nude boy I don't see you two standing so close when he comes to visit you at the bar, or how you laugh at all of his lame corny jokes, I'm not an idiot, Craig.