Somebody draw or write me some gay video game porn so I can get my mind off this unpleasantness.
GAY PORN YOU SAY
DON’T MIND IF I DO
It started with a bottle of wine - a very good bottle, it must be said, but Medic had suspected it was something more. Maybe a special vintage, one that made people feel good - not just drunk, but good. Like the world was a wonderful place, and everyone in it was wonderful.
He couldn’t help but think that Heavy agreed. They had spent most of the evening playing chess, then talking and laughing in his room, as the wine bottle was emptied and they both became sillier and happier. There was nowhere to sit, so they both sat on the bed and joked about home, and their team mates, and the day’s battle, as if none of those things had ever been painful.
It wasn’t clear who had made the first move. Medic laughed, and thumped Heavy on the shoulder, and the force of playfully punching such a large, solid man had overbalanced him in the opposite direction. Heavy caught his arm before he fell sideways and pulled him back, chuckling at his clumsiness, but the humor vanished when Medic leaned in against his chest and sighed. They could blame the wine, if they really wanted to. It changed things, made the strange suddenly seem desirable.
The kisses felt like stubble and tasted like alcohol, but the feeling of hands on skin was familiar at least. It was welcome, after such a long time. It reminded a man of how much loneliness made the heart ache. All the things that said it was wrong seemed to matter very little in the face of that. So Medic threw himself into it, into him, and when they were both naked under the blanket, all he really knew was the heat of another body and the certain knowledge that they wanted each other so badly it hurt.
The morning would mean they’d have to say something. They’d have to blame the wine, or face up to some very unsettling truths. Tonight, though, they’d let it all go and just be lovers.
(Source: catbountry)