Author's note: I want to say I wrote this while I blacked out (I did wake up the other morning, face on my keyboard, dehydrated, wearing plaid pajama pants I've never seen before over my mini with a Payson/Nicky free verse LOL), but no, with this one I was completely sober. Parents keeping me in like a caged animal. My fingers got itchy and so I wrote this all in good fun. Gave me a good laugh and I hope it does the same for you.
Warning: I think you call it 'Slash' or something or other. God, I sound like a newb. Basically, it's boy thinking of hooking up with boy. No actual acts. If that makes you uncomfortable, well then, don't read and leave me hate. If you saw what I saw in Battle of the Flexes, go on then. You know you're in the very least intrigued. ;)
Between the Lines
Austin Tucker.
Just hearing his name makes you shiver.
(Must be the wind)
His presence is overwhelming.
(Intoxicating)
After you stick it, he slaps your hand.
(And your ass)
But it's just what athletes do.
(Isn't it?)
He wants to grab a beer later.
(You're ecstatic)
You pass up Lauren and sex.
(For Austin and…beer?)
It tips the scale.
(On the wrong side)
It makes you worry.
(Curious)
Because all he talks about is girls.
(Supermodels, cheerleaders, undergrads)
And Kaylie.
(Your Kaylie)
He smiles and says he won't go there.
(A fucking beautiful smile)
That he respects you.
(He doesn't even know you)
You don't say anything.
(Your first smart move)
You simply nod back.
(And grin)
He orders another beer.
(You sip and play cool)
You play pool and throw darts and drink.
(Oh so manly)
But you also smile and chuckle and flirt.
(What?)
He doesn't show that he notices.
(So stone cold)
He's such a closed book.
(Whose pages you want to touch)
He just tosses back a shot.
(You feel the burn)
You know you've probably had enough.
(When you're wondering if the beer would taste different on his tongue)
You know you've probably had enough.
(But still you want more)
You're a sloppy drunk.
(Like when you fucked Lauren for the first time)
So he helps you home.
(Limbs limp, head foggy, legs like jell-o)
His arm is around your waist.
(Just to holding you up)
It's not like he likes it.
(The way you like it)
He's so close right now.
(Smelling of aftershave and bourbon)
You're talking nonsense.
(Did you just say 'I love you?')
He chuckles.
(Your heart stops)
"You're fucking hilarious."
(Your heart drops)
"Yeah, sure. Love you too, man. You too."
(Oh, if he only knew)
The next day it's like nothing even happened.
(Because nothing did happen, didn't it?)
You're humiliated.
(And hungover)
"Hey Anderson!"
(Shit)
"We hitting the bar again tonight?"
(There's no other Anderson at the Rock, right?)
"Yeah, cool," you reply.
(Your eyes linger)
He matches your gaze.
(Holy Shit)
You forget about Kaylie.
(And her open window)
You forget about Lauren.
(And the unlimited sex)
All you think about is Austin
(And beer)
It's all you'll allow yourself to think of.
(For now)
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