On a shiny and strong morning, wesley sat under a tree. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His manhood ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect gunn to love someone with a smooth arse?
Crankily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a pretty swell fork, all on a summer's day. I wish my gunn would bite me, in his own nerdy way..."
"Do you?" gunn sat down beside wesley and put his hand on wesley's finger. "I think that could be arranged."
wesley gasped calmly. "But what about my smooth arse?"
"I like it," gunn said quietly. "I think it's luscious."
They came together and their kiss was like water dripping from a leaky faucet.
"I love you," wesley said angrily.
"I love you too," gunn replied and bit him.
They bought a cat, moved in together, and lived deftly ever after.
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On a shiny and strong morning, wesley sat under a tree. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His manhood ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect gunn to love someone with a smooth arse?
Crankily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a pretty swell fork, all on a summer's day. I wish my gunn would bite me, in his own nerdy way..."
"Do you?" gunn sat down beside wesley and put his hand on wesley's finger. "I think that could be arranged."
wesley gasped calmly. "But what about my smooth arse?"
"I like it," gunn said quietly. "I think it's luscious."
They came together and their kiss was like water dripping from a leaky faucet.
"I love you," wesley said angrily.
"I love you too," gunn replied and bit him.
They bought a cat, moved in together, and lived deftly ever after.