Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2013 0:11:34 GMT
| To want in your pants was one thing...but to want their underpants was absolutely another. He was absolutely not the creepy kid that snagged down people's drying under pants and stuff them in his pillow at night or whatever it was creepers did with stolen underthings....okay...so...maybe it was kind of a lie. It was kind of....god. He just....He just wanted in them. He thought? Maybe? Kind of? Why was life so fucking confusing? So here he was staring at the bathroom floor still kind of thick of air from mist of a previous shower. Wanting to you know...shower himself...but upon stepping in the room he realized there had been an article of clothing left behind from the person previous who had caused the still lingering mist of the room. The left corner of his lips ticked as those impossibly blue blue eyes stared down at a pair of red boxers printed with those ridiculous rubber ducks with little horns. Really? Really? REALLY? It is times like these that cause absolute stress in the Serengeti of the young man's mind. The first thought had been, I wonder if it is still warm from him. Second thought had been, I wonder if it still smells like him, then the third thought of course was what caused the absolute blush to creep up the young man's neck, ears, and face. Smell like him huh? Like his junk? Because that is what resided in those boxers there and oh my god he did not just wonder what the man smelled like and absolute forget this wasn't like just you know wanting to know what someone's shirt smelled like. Basically. He wanted to die. Right there. He wanted to die. But whatever god was out there was not so kind. So. He went to his room and fetched his baseball bat (every ex street kid needs one you know), then made his way back to the bathroom and fought with the stupid thing to get on the end of the bat and stay on it then of course the young immature thought of oh my god his wood is on my wood came to mind and yeah. This kid doesn't have much luck in life. Obviously. After the round of "I want to die" from that one was over and he was sure there was no more blush upon that usually oh so collected face of his he made his way around the house to try and find the man the underpants belonged to. | YUN MO |
CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GS |
