Jahvie SmutDahvieJahvie Smut by LoveforJayy
I was watching the television when the phone rang. “Ugh.” I grab my phone from my pocket and opened it. “Hello?” “This Dahvie Vanity?” “Yeah, why. Is something wrong?” “We need you to come to the hospital. Your friend Jayy Monroe got his car hit by a drunk driver. He’s demanding that you’re here.” My heart stopped right when she said drunk driver. “O-okay. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I got off the phone with the hospital and started to cry. I ran to grab my keys and bag. I had trouble starting up my car. I am too shaky.
I got to the hospital within minutes. I fast walked up to the front desk. “Jayy Monroe’s room please.” I asked nicely. “You must be Dahvie. His room is 103 on the second floor.” I ran to the elevator to get to Jayy’s room. I found the room and walked up to the door and knocked. I heard Jayy say a light come in. “Hey buddy.
Love HandlesBrian finds something about Justin different. Here are his musings concerning them. Post 513.Love Handles by t-wgirl
Jesus fucking Christ.
I never thought I'd be the type. The type to be actually turned on by them, of all things why them? The way that I can grab onto them while fucking him in any position. How soft they are under my hands. The way he is extremely ticklish there and squeals, though he'd never admit it, like a girl whenever I brush my hands over them in just the right way, making him break out into fits of laughter he can't control.
Every time I see him, every time either he or I go and visit, he changes, he gets more beautiful by the hour, the minuet, the second. I didn't think it was possible for him to get even more attractive than he already was; the blond hair, sometimes dyed from the sun, sometimes cut shorter, grown longer even highlighted. His legs, long and lean covered in the creamy skin I love running my hands over while in post orgasmic bliss.
One day I noticed something different
Emotions EmotionsEmotions by BVBWut
No person, gay or straight, will ever be able to even fathom what I felt when he left me. The emotions were endless.
Jealousy. I envied his new boyfriend. I envied the way he enticed Justin. The way he was so good at lying to Justin's face, only to make everything seem less surreal; their new 'love', their life, Justin leaving me
Depressed. My Sunshine was gone. My blonde haired, blue eyed Sunshine left me for some schmoozing violinist. No more night time chats, no more blinded love, no more anything.
Pissed. After everything I gave him, I everything we went through together. His coming out, his virginity loss, his bashing. He hasn't even called. It's like none of it ever occurred. Like I