CheeseburgersandRice

Warning:BoyxBoy The alley wall is uncomfortable in such a way that it grounds Thomas to earth. It reminds him that there is still a harsh reality beyond the heavy breath warming his neck and the hands roaming across his thighs. Beyond his slight gasps and halts in breath, the small twitch in his leg and the cloth bundled in his tight fists. “Matthew…” Thomas huffs out between a breath and a half. Matthew starts to kiss the junction between his neck and collar bone, ignoring the slighter male. He tries again, “Matthew… stop.” sounding rougher than before: the words squeezed between two breaths so the ending com

On his back, lying on the bed with my arm reached above him – as if he is trying to touch the ceiling he still can only lie. He can pretend that the truth is still too far away to grasp, to hold and caress. That he is unable to exclaim to the world, because really, he couldn’t explain it if he himself could not take a hold of it. He estimated a false, grossly inaccurate estimate. He guessed that the truth was as far away from his grasp as the ceiling was from his hand. And… He ignored the fact that if he stood on the bed and reached up- without even standing on his tip toes - he would be able to lay his hand against the col