Read and critique? *hopeful face*
2D gave a soft noise of dissent as Murdoc moved away from him, the bed creaking as he slid to the floor. 2D could hear him rummaging for something. Naked and susceptible, he lie in desperate wait, wondering for a terrifying second if Murdoc was going to leave him here and go down to the hotel’s bar for some drinks. Such an act would not be out of Murdoc’s character. Perhaps he had been leading him on all this time only to give him an emotional slap in the face and walk away just when 2D was starting to need him more than ever. But somehow, that seemed so wrong. Because something about the heat of those past few minutes felt so real. He doubted even Murdoc could fake that kind of connection.
Now join get posting stuff. Or'll I cry.
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- Current Mood:gay
- Current Music:"Gay Boyfriend" -The Hazzards