so I’m off to Birmingham today, in uuuuuuugh less than 2 hours. Going to hang out with Laura and the rest of the awesome people and get my drink on :D didn’t get a whole lot of sleep last night, which could be a problem later on, but for the moment I’m looking forward to sleeping on the coach!
[text] I love you. What did I do to deserve you?
[text] dunno. don’t really have to do much to deserve me. love you too.
[text] want ice cream before i head off? or go straight over and come back with more ice cream?
-is panting heavily wrapping hi arms around you tightly- oh gods bobby….
-groans as he shifts downwards, his limp, used cock sliding easily out of you, come dribbling out with it, making him curse under his breath-
-let’s a slow groan escape him as he feels the pressure release, relaxing-
Goddamn… Sven… -pushes down to kiss you slowly-
-presses into the kiss the best he can in his exhausted state- hmmmmmmmm…gods you’re amazing…-wraps his arms around your neck pulling you down atop him again- I love you so much…-nuzzles into your warm neck- sleep now…..?
-his muscles give way and he practically collapses on top of you, groaning- I love you too… yeah… sleep… please -shifts around so he can wrap himself around you, eyes already heavy-
…. -that definitely catches him by surprise. You want to be his friend? His family? Bobby’s face is plain with confusion by now, and he takes his seat again, sipping his beer in contemplation- I am really stumped by you, kid. But I guess… -he sighs, rubbing his forehead- I guess I’ll give you a chance… -he places the knife on the table in front of him, still a bit reluctantly-
Benny got a pan going with some butter and scraped the wet livers into the pan once it was good and hot, shruging a little bit,” M’not a kid, yanno. I’m a hundred and thirty fo’.” He glanced back at Bobby and continued to cook his mess, washing his hands off so he could check the beans between his finger and thumb, still some more time to cook. “As fo’ the whole… family thing, I don’ wan’ a nest, I wan’ friends again, real family.”
Hundred and… huh… well I don’t really care ‘bout yer age. I call everyone a kid, unless you look older than me. Rather I call ya old man, like I get called? -cocks a smirk- You better hope you don’t wanna nest. Ya ain’t doin’ that here. But the friend thing… -shrugs- Guess I’m open to it. As long as Dean can back you up.
[text] of course i would.
[text] i can go out and buy some if you want?
[text] are you hormonal or something?
[text] seriously, you know we could make all of that if you really wanted…
[text] make up your damn mind!
[text] well make up your mind!
[text] okay, wanna come over and we can make some?