Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K Rowling.
Warning: This contains slash.
He falls onto the couch, long pale legs dangling over the arm, arm over the back.
He flips on the TV to see the news. He doesn't know why, it only depressed him
more. He takes a gulp of the beer next to him. He knows he shouldn't but he
does. He doesn't care anymore. He has no hope, no desire. He gets up and goes
to the bedroom. His hand brushes the sleeping figure as he drops down into the
sheets. The radio plays softly:
I walk a lonely road
the only one that I have ever known
don't know where it goes
but it's only me and I walk alone
He rests his hand on the other boy's chest, feeling the rise and fall of his steady
breathing. The boy is his only reason for living. He has long since given up on his
own. The boy turns, dark hair covering his eyes. Their lips meet; the blonde's
hand inches around to the brunet's back. Their bodies press together, tongues
locking. This is when he forgets his troubles, caught up in the bliss of the moment.
He rips off his shirt and both boys shed their boxers. They come together in
ecstasy, muffling their screams as they climax, nails scratching each others
backs. They sink back into the bed, exhausted; falling asleep in each others arms.
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
Puppy: The song is Boulevard of broken Dreams if you didn't know.
Cat: yeah. It's one of our favorites.
Puppy: It's up to you to guess who the characters are.
Cat: when we get enough reviews we'll tell you
Puppy: hinting that you should review…
Cat: but no flames… they make us distraught.
Puppy: dis-what?
Cat: Distraught. It mean dis—
Puppy: That's nice. Please review! And send me marshmallows!
Cat: oO