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Post by Sam on Jan 20, 2007 14:28:45 GMT -5
Shared by Frank Iero and Matt Good. Divied down the middle with bars.
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Post by Sam on Jan 29, 2007 6:15:01 GMT -5
Matt: Looking over through the bars at the boy who shares a cell with him, he smiles a little. His name's Frank, and he's pretty young, compared to most inmates. At least, that's how he looks to Matt. Trailing his eyes up his body slowly, he remembers what he looked like the last time they'd been in the showers. Yes, he'd stolen a glance or two. But not just at Frank; there were a few others that were pretty cute, like that tall blonde that Frank always called 'baby'. There's also a brown haired teen in a cell down the hall who always lookes scared. He has no idea what his name is, though. And there's a black-haired boy as well; he's small and delicate looking, and god how Matt just wants to bury himself inside of him. Looking away from Frank, and stopping his X-rated thoughts, he sighs. The last thing he needs is a hard-on this early in the morning.
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Post by Erin on Jan 30, 2007 10:58:38 GMT -5
Frank: He mumbles quietly in his sleep, hoping, dreaming, praying that when his eyes flicked open, he'd see his boyfriend beside him. Like how they used to sleep... The blonde would simply outstretch his own arm while Frank cuddled into Quinn's chest...And they'd...sleep. Sleep without any worries about a guard yelling, a cell mate insulting or a bug falling from the ceiling. That was the worst. The bugs.
He never knew how much he missed his old life. How much he wanted to trail back and give every little thing he ever stole back. Even that expensive eye-liner kit he fell in love with. Yes, even that.
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