Sometimes celebrations need to be more than cake and balloons, and if I could somehow wrangle you two boys making out in the grass, I would, but alas, this is the best I could do. :-)
Happy Birthday, Claire. I snuggle-hug-puggle-love you.
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Streams and dreams of colored light flitted over his closed eyelids as he lay in the cool grass, listening to the night. Beside him, a soft, warm hand presses into his palm, and he smiles wide, accepting the callused fingers as a truth he’d yet to understand. Squeezing tight, he lets the world melt around them as something new begins, there in that grass, underneath the flashing, colored night above and the booming sounds of celebration happening around their quiet, calm.
With a sigh and a silent wish, he rolls, folding himself over the man next to him, blindly seeking the wet heat of his mouth and the hard planes of his body beneath him. Hair tumbles over cheekbones and scruffy chins, and moans echo the explosions above, as colored showering tendrils of light land softly around them.
It’s dizzying and terrifying and so charged that the fireworks above find jealousy in their embrace. They burst and flash higher and louder in the sky, trying to win a losing race. The boys in the grass are lost to sensation and the feeling of something so new, the world around them becomes nothing but a soft place to land as they gasp for breath and grasp for more.
Happy Birthday, Claire. I snuggle-hug-puggle-love you.
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Streams and dreams of colored light flitted over his closed eyelids as he lay in the cool grass, listening to the night. Beside him, a soft, warm hand presses into his palm, and he smiles wide, accepting the callused fingers as a truth he’d yet to understand. Squeezing tight, he lets the world melt around them as something new begins, there in that grass, underneath the flashing, colored night above and the booming sounds of celebration happening around their quiet, calm.
With a sigh and a silent wish, he rolls, folding himself over the man next to him, blindly seeking the wet heat of his mouth and the hard planes of his body beneath him. Hair tumbles over cheekbones and scruffy chins, and moans echo the explosions above, as colored showering tendrils of light land softly around them.
It’s dizzying and terrifying and so charged that the fireworks above find jealousy in their embrace. They burst and flash higher and louder in the sky, trying to win a losing race. The boys in the grass are lost to sensation and the feeling of something so new, the world around them becomes nothing but a soft place to land as they gasp for breath and grasp for more.
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