HI all. things have been a bit busy around here but i hope to be posting some time soon
Happy New Years eve (almost)


Charlie and Luke Charlie had entered his bedroom after coming back from checking on something. He walked over to his bed and looked down at the sleeping figure of his boyfriend. Charlie couldn't believe that he found happiness in this young man. Well he wasn't that young only about two years younger than Charlie. The young man moved in his sleep giving Charlie a full view of the scar that marred his face. Charlie lightly ran his finger over the scar and thought back to the night he had met this young man. He shook his head trying to get rid of those memories it was just too horrible. The young man opened his eyes and looked into Charlie's he had to remiCharlie and Luke by ~ilovewriting26


not sure what to call this It was a cold snowy night when a lonely man was walking down the city streets. He was tall and wearing a long trench coat. Very few people were on the streets this time of night and that's how this man preferred it. No one out means no one running away in fear of what they saw. No whispering behind his back no hated glances that almost always come his way. Nothing. What they did manage to see wasn't pretty. No one spoke of what they did see since he hardly went out in the daylight even if he did he always wore a hat pulled down low. He always hated the daylight it's was too bright and you saw too much. At night is when he could go outnot sure what to call this by ~ilovewriting26


Dylan Dylan walked into the shop where he and his dad work and looked around for dad. He wasn't at the cash register so Dylan walked back into the workshop. No dad. After looking everywhere Dylan decided that he wasn't in the shop so Dylan walked up the stairs to the second floor where he keeps half is art supplies. Dad said that Dylan could use the second floor since no one uses it. Dylan looked around there was nothing really on the second floor just a big empty space. Where the living room should be is where Dylan has isles and canvases where there should be a dining room Dylan had put some paintDylan by ~ilovewriting26


Distracted We were both laying on the couch my arms wrapped around his trying to watch a movie. The movie was uninteresting so we weren't really paying attention much. I feel him sigh and I move to give him a massage. I've been told I'm good at these. His back was some small knots and a big one near his neck. I work out the smaller ones first I couldn't help myself before long I'm placing light kisses randomly where I had kneaded his skin. I know he enjoys this and in the semi darkness I can see him smiling with his eyes closed. Once all the small knots were gone I started kneading the big one near his neck softly. I know it's from stress and asDistracted by ~ilovewriting26