Pretend I'm Not Here
maybe . . . maybe if i close my eyes, i can pretend it's someone else i'm kissing, a stranger . . .
Their tongues tangled as their lips met in a hot, impassioned kiss. Slender, pale fingers tangled in fawn-colored hair as large, tanned hands gripped narrow hips.
The slim Asian groaned in the back of his throat as the other boy's fingers dug just right into a certain spot on his back.
maybe . . . maybe if i close my eyes, i can pretend it's someone else's neck i'm kissing along, someone i don't know . . .
The taller boy pulled away, eyes still shut, and bent slightly, beginning a ferocious attack on the other's neck. The Asian boy mewled and arched his neck, revealing an ivory column of smooth, unmarked flesh. Lips, tongue, and the occasional application of teeth on his sensitive neck had him squirming and moaning, begging for more.
maybe . . . maybe if i close my eyes, i can pretend it's someone else's chest i'm caressing, someone who i don't have to see in the morning . . .
Hands made clumsy by passion fumbled at the buttons on the front of the brown shirt. The Asian boy whimpered in frustration when his fingers failed to undo the fasteners.
"Slow down, baby," the brunette whispered, taking his partner's hands in his. "We got all the time in the world." As if to prove his point, he slowly unbuttoned the Asian's shirt, running his hands over the silky skin as it was exposed.
maybe . . . maybe if i close my eyes, i can pretend it's someone else's bed i'm being pulled into, someone whose face i won't remember . . .
As his partner's mouth descended on one dark pink nipple, the Asian arched his back so far that it almost looked like it would snap in half. His fingers twisted desperately in the taller boy's hair, pressing his head closer. He pulled away suddenly and yanked his partner up for a heated kiss.
"C'mon," he gasped raggedly, tugging at the other's hand. "Bed. Now."
maybe . . . maybe if i close my eyes, i can pretend someone else is doing this, someone who won't expect tomorrow . . .
The two boys lay in each other's arms, spent but happy. The Asian arched up for one last sweet kiss before snuggling down into his partner's arms and falling asleep, a contented smile on his face.
Snoddy closed his eyes.
maybe . . . maybe if i close my eyes, i can pretend i'm not here . . .
~la fin~
Author's Notes that no one really reads anyway: Woo, I have no earthly idea where this baby came from. All I know is, one day Manda and I were talking about how cuuu~uute Snoddy and Swifty were, and suddenly this totally random thought pops up:
What if Snoddy wanted the relationship but didn't want to be gay?
BING!
And from that completely random thought comes this. So now this is done, you can REVIEW!
(Click the button, you know you want to . . . )
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