His head came forward, equally deliberately, but Danny yanked his face away and the kiss landed on his cheek. But the contact was enough. John pressed against him, forcing him back against the hub of the wheel. Danny lost his footing, tried to regain it. John’s mouth hovered over his ear. He kept whispering his name, as if he was trying to somehow make the whole thing more real, more normal. He took Danny’s hand and pressed it against the front of his jeans. “Feel that?”
05.14.2011
05.06.2011
Danny knew he was lying. He was lying to him when he must have known the truth was much worse. So why?
Danny hung onto the cross-spar of his window and bumped his forehead against his hands. Why? Why? Why?
He turned away and threw himself on his bed. He hadn’t even bothered to wash tonight. He [...]
04.30.2011
John turned away with a jerk, putting distance between them. He grabbed one of the tractor’s wing mirrors with both hands, as if he didn’t trust himself. He spat out his cigarette and ground it underfoot, still hanging there.
Suddenly he lifted his head. The tension in him seemed to have undergone some kind of wonderful transformation, as if an unexpected light had just illumined his darkness. “You go for it, Danny-boy. After all, what exactly are you going to tell her? That will surprise her, I mean.”
04.08.2011
They lay breathlessly locked together for a second or two, panting heavily, stupefied by the violence of the skirmish. Danny became aware of the scent of hay and sweat, a faint hint of something else. John’s soap? No, it was the stink of Rab’s fucking cigarettes. And then he realised. In the dream – that was the strange exotic smell in the dream.
04.01.2011
Abruptly he realised he was in the old hayloft at Jerrett’s, and with the knowledge came a peculiar shifting of the light, as if he’d come into the darkness after being outside, his eyes slowly adjusting, becoming aware of hazy red silhouettes, of objects swimming slowly, and with a faint hint of menace, into focus. Then the weight on him shifted and he realised that someone, or something, was lying on top of him.
03.25.2011
The bathroom faced onto the backyard. He could see the tractors parked below, looking oddly desolate and abandoned, John’s parked awry as usual.
He wondered briefly if anyone could see him up here.
He turned away abruptly, feeling that odd prickling sensation of arousal again.
He went to the sink and brushed his teeth with a punishing enthusiasm that left his mouth numb. His mother always bought the same clear bright green toothpaste that blew your mouth off. He couldn’t feel his tongue afterwards. Maybe he ought to scrub his prick with it.
03.10.2011
Well, what do you know? About bloody time too…….
02.27.2011
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02.10.2011
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01.15.2011
Get Danny’s face between your tits…………..
