50 Manifestos to the Epic Love of Carlos
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Hold
Carlos hated being crowded. He wasn't claustrophobic or anything, nor was he antisocial. It just didn't really bother him to be alone. Yet when Andros draped his arms around him, all he could think was this is pure bliss; move closer and hold on a little tighter.
Goodbye
Andros never thought he'd be here. Standing among friends and family, but be so utterly alone. He truly believed they were everlasting. They were everlasting. He couldn't say those words. There would never be a goodbye, this was merely I'll see you later.
Ghost
There were days when Andros lay in their bed, wrapped in their sheets, surrounded by all their pillows. Night would fall, and for a brief moment he could almost believe Carlos was still there in his arms. Then day would break, and once again so would he.
Sing
Carlos was no Justin Timberlake, despite his liking to pretend to be; at least when he thought he was alone in the shower. Granted Andros was starting to question himself, because for some reason he liked the off key bathroom version way better than the original.
Bother
"Dinner time"
"Really…already?" came the muffled reply from beneath the galaxy glider.
"Yes, granted it's not so much already as I've called you three times before now"
Chuckling to himself and at Andros, who just now sliding from underneath the console he was fixing. He often wondered why he even bothered, Andros never knew how to come and eat.
Crazy
This was maddening. Andros could touch him, kiss him, and virtually do as he pleased, which he did. But he couldn't move. Damn the handcuffs.
Command
It was a silent but indicative command. The thrusting hips a desire to control Carlos, that truly made him laugh; mainly at the audacity to think that Andros couldn't and wasn't already doing that. But who was he to try and deny Andros anything; so he sped up.
Now
"Now!"
It was a small three letter word that could have various connotations. All of which were direct indicators of his mood. It could be serious, fun, annoyed; aggravated, or sexy. Today's was no different.
'I'm in deep shit'
Learn
"How did this happen! On second thought, I don't want to know. Just please get out of my kitchen" begged a frazzled looking Carlos. He furiously shoves Andros towards the exit. Turning around a he glares balefully at the smoke filled kitchen, water soaked floor and the burnt tea pot sitting on the stove.
'He burned tea'
Attention
Carlos had a quiet but commanding presence. Even with dirt caked hair, ripped clothing, and that cautious but determined expression plastered on his face. He still cut a stunning visage.
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