You lay the Daily Mirror on the coffee table and stand up walking to your friend, on your face the very picture of resignation. Your arms drop on Paul's naked shoulders. The old buddy Paul, with his occasional quirks of cube dancer and such. When it happens there's only one thing to cure him with and that's what you immolate to, as a good pal, while you look into his puppy eyes to tell him that... Actually you dunno what you wanna say and hope that whatever it is, he understands by reading in your eyes as only the two of you manage to do with each other. In fact, he does.
Genere: Erotico, Romantico, Triste | Stato: completa
Tipo di coppia: Slash, Yaoi | Personaggi: Altro personaggio, John Lennon , Paul McCartney
Note: AU, Lime, OOC | Avvertimenti: nessuno
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