Untouchable
Disclaimer: Obiviously they aren't mine.
He's beautiful, really. Those blue eyes, that chocolate brown hair that hangs in front of his eyes. He really is beautiful. Beautiful, and completely untouchable.
I wish that it didn't matter to society that we were both men. No, that's incorrect, he's still a boy, nothing more than a boy. It's wrong for me to love him, I am over ten years his senior. "Crawford?" My musings are interupted as he speaks.
"Hm?"
"Where are Schu and Farfie? They never miss dinner." Ahh, another reminder of his innocence. How do I explain to him that the other two of our temates are lovers?
"They're out."
"Oh. I just assumed they were down in Farf's room since it's soundproof and we wouldn't be able to hear them fucking." I sputter, the water I was drinking getting caught in my throat, causing me to gag. "What? Surprised I'm aware of the fact that they fuck each other's brains out? I'm not that innocent. I am old enough to kill."
I watch, still shocked as he uses his telekenisis to open the refrigerator and float out a container. I arch an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't like cherries." He shruggs as he unscrewes the cap.
"Maybe I don't." He uses his powers, a single, ripe, red cherry floating iton the air. He sends it over so that it hoveres right in front of my mouth. "Open." I obey the command, the fruit catching between my teeth as the stem is yanked out.
"Why the sudden urge to feed me? You only do something really kind when you want something, and I've made it clear that you can't have a new laptop."
"Who says I want a computer. I want something else."
"Oh?"
"Yes, for once I don't want something electronic."
"Then what do you want?"
"You." He's beautiful, and maybe not -completely- untouchable.
Disclaimer: Obiviously they aren't mine.
He's beautiful, really. Those blue eyes, that chocolate brown hair that hangs in front of his eyes. He really is beautiful. Beautiful, and completely untouchable.
I wish that it didn't matter to society that we were both men. No, that's incorrect, he's still a boy, nothing more than a boy. It's wrong for me to love him, I am over ten years his senior. "Crawford?" My musings are interupted as he speaks.
"Hm?"
"Where are Schu and Farfie? They never miss dinner." Ahh, another reminder of his innocence. How do I explain to him that the other two of our temates are lovers?
"They're out."
"Oh. I just assumed they were down in Farf's room since it's soundproof and we wouldn't be able to hear them fucking." I sputter, the water I was drinking getting caught in my throat, causing me to gag. "What? Surprised I'm aware of the fact that they fuck each other's brains out? I'm not that innocent. I am old enough to kill."
I watch, still shocked as he uses his telekenisis to open the refrigerator and float out a container. I arch an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't like cherries." He shruggs as he unscrewes the cap.
"Maybe I don't." He uses his powers, a single, ripe, red cherry floating iton the air. He sends it over so that it hoveres right in front of my mouth. "Open." I obey the command, the fruit catching between my teeth as the stem is yanked out.
"Why the sudden urge to feed me? You only do something really kind when you want something, and I've made it clear that you can't have a new laptop."
"Who says I want a computer. I want something else."
"Oh?"
"Yes, for once I don't want something electronic."
"Then what do you want?"
"You." He's beautiful, and maybe not -completely- untouchable.