[Getting the fuck out to safety where no one would find them. That was the initial plan. Everything else has been a surprise. Friends first, then fucking one another, then seeing other people...this.
They're different. Freddy's got a cross hanging in his room and comic book heroes on his shelves. What does he know and want about settling down? What does a forty-three year old man, steadily fucked and constantly adored have to worry about other than a warrant?
Brown eyes blink rapidly to keep seeing clearly. The bullet hole grade words feel better hearing that this old fuck that says the wrong things is still wanted and needed.]
I love you.
[And he'll hold him tighter. Be glad for what he's got at all. Who knows if it'll be fucked up by some real blow that's not a curse that ends.]
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They're different. Freddy's got a cross hanging in his room and comic book heroes on his shelves. What does he know and want about settling down? What does a forty-three year old man, steadily fucked and constantly adored have to worry about other than a warrant?
Brown eyes blink rapidly to keep seeing clearly. The bullet hole grade words feel better hearing that this old fuck that says the wrong things is still wanted and needed.]
I love you.
[And he'll hold him tighter. Be glad for what he's got at all. Who knows if it'll be fucked up by some real blow that's not a curse that ends.]
I need you too.