It's Just Jam, not Love
L moans as B licks sticky jam off of his neck.
B probes at L's entrance with sugar coated fingers.
Mouths collide and produce strawberry flavored saliva.
Gooey red liquid speckles the two bodies, in a mixture of jam and blood.
B, paying more attention to the liquid, lapping away in pure euphoria.
Brought to the edge be the bittersweet taste of bloody jam.
L, panting, sighing, disappointed.
The "I love-" of Beyond"s words making his heart race.
But the "jam" ending the phrase stung L's heart.
"Something wrong L?"
He sighed.
"No"
"I love jam you know."
"I love jam to, B....I love jam so much..."
AN:Lalalala well better than actually learning so...
