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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
6,781
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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Tommy stretched, happy with the low simmer his arousal was on. Mac could kiss like nobody's business, and he loved it. Laying back on the couch, he tried not to grin like an idiot. He just felt so good... and to think, Mac must actually be attracted to him. Giving in, he gave a small girly scream of happiness, rolling on his stomach to swing his feet over his ass.
The phone rang. Tommy was about to get it when he realized that he wasn't really allowed to do that yet. Sitting down, he waited for the machine to get it.
"Mac, baby, it's Leeza. You must not be home. I just wanted to explain about Valentine's Day. Mac, baby, it wasn't what it looked like. See, he had asked if he could use our shower because his was broke. You just walked in at the wrong moment, is all-"
That was all Tommy needed to hear. Snatching the phone up, he unconsciously switched his voice to stripper mode. "Who the Hell are you?"
"I am Leeza. Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my boyfriend's apartment?" Scorn. Scorn dripped off those words thick enough to choke on.
Ignoring his common sense, Tommy quipped back, "His new... room mate." The pause said everything. He let it sink in before saying, "I would appreciate you not clogging our machine with garbage any more, thank you." He hung up.
She didn't call back.
---
Mac came home feeling glum. This murder scene was worst then the last. Damn. That was always a bad sign. Because that mean that the murderer was getting more violent. Opening the door the condo, he was hit with the smell of food. Why did it smell so good? Why could he not remember smelling food so good?
"Hi, Mac, I hope you don't mind that I made you some- whoa!" Tommy was cut off when Mac grabbed him up in a bear hug. "Um... Mac?"
Clearing his throat, Mac set the other man down. "Sorry, long day."
Tommy nodded, smiling. "How was your day?" He went around setting out food.
Mac was getting a little choked up. No one had told him to have a nice day. No one had made him food for when he came home. No one had asked him how his day had been. Tommy was... special.
Seeing the message light blinking, he played the one message. Listening, with every sentence that he heard, his eyebrow hiked higher up. At the end, he threw back his head and laughed. Tommy blinked at him. "Mac?"
Catching Tommy up in another hug, he kissed him on the cheek. "My just got wonderful."
The phone rang. Tommy was about to get it when he realized that he wasn't really allowed to do that yet. Sitting down, he waited for the machine to get it.
"Mac, baby, it's Leeza. You must not be home. I just wanted to explain about Valentine's Day. Mac, baby, it wasn't what it looked like. See, he had asked if he could use our shower because his was broke. You just walked in at the wrong moment, is all-"
That was all Tommy needed to hear. Snatching the phone up, he unconsciously switched his voice to stripper mode. "Who the Hell are you?"
"I am Leeza. Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my boyfriend's apartment?" Scorn. Scorn dripped off those words thick enough to choke on.
Ignoring his common sense, Tommy quipped back, "His new... room mate." The pause said everything. He let it sink in before saying, "I would appreciate you not clogging our machine with garbage any more, thank you." He hung up.
She didn't call back.
---
Mac came home feeling glum. This murder scene was worst then the last. Damn. That was always a bad sign. Because that mean that the murderer was getting more violent. Opening the door the condo, he was hit with the smell of food. Why did it smell so good? Why could he not remember smelling food so good?
"Hi, Mac, I hope you don't mind that I made you some- whoa!" Tommy was cut off when Mac grabbed him up in a bear hug. "Um... Mac?"
Clearing his throat, Mac set the other man down. "Sorry, long day."
Tommy nodded, smiling. "How was your day?" He went around setting out food.
Mac was getting a little choked up. No one had told him to have a nice day. No one had made him food for when he came home. No one had asked him how his day had been. Tommy was... special.
Seeing the message light blinking, he played the one message. Listening, with every sentence that he heard, his eyebrow hiked higher up. At the end, he threw back his head and laughed. Tommy blinked at him. "Mac?"
Catching Tommy up in another hug, he kissed him on the cheek. "My just got wonderful."