11,719 words. I'm just barely staying ahead of the daily goal this time around. Oh and this excerpt is finally NSFW hurrah!
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Qale (aka Qale)
Nov 7 '14, 10:45
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"You just came in and took it like it was already yours."
Sheldon's strides slowed to a full stop and he merely stared down at Paul. Raking his bottom lip with the top row of teeth, he wondered if he ought to share with him what had happened at Micah's.
"What's wrong? Is it not as good this way? We can try other positions. Or do something else. Whatever you want, just as long as you're comfortable." Paul reached up with a single hand and caressed the Latin twink's smooth chest.
Remaining in place, Sheldon's voice crackled as he explained. "You kind of sound like a fortune cookie."
Paul couldn't help but chortle, but quickly stopped when the young man withdrew, turned, and plopped down to lay along side. For a moment, disappointment was all the older guy could feel and together they stared up at the ceiling in silence. But eventually, Paul turned on his side and again gave a gentle stroke to Sheldon's naked body.
"Tell me what's wrong. Ain't nothing ever got fixed by staying silent about it."
Sheldon blinked in astonishment, and then turned his head slightly to meet Paul's concerned gaze. "That sounds like one too. Oh my god. Two ships passing in the night. I just realized a lot of what you say sounds like it could be printed on a slip of paper inside one."
"I don't understand. I mean, I know that's how you gave me your number and confirmed we were wanting to end up doing this. But..." Paul's hand stopped when he felt the tremble just below Sheldon's navel.
"Anya had this idea. It's really stupid, but it's what she's saying. That if you eat a fortune cookie that doesn't have a fortune inside, you die."
Paul shivered, then grimaced. "That's a hell of a topic for pillow talk, Sheldon."
"Allie had Chinese. You cleaned it up. You took her other fortune cookie, remember? Yours said something about the straight and narrow and we thought it was a good joke, but she didn't get a fortune in hers and she died."
Sitting up, the older man withdrew his hand and started to look for his clothes. "I'm not sure what you're getting at, but I definitely preferred when our date was about passion rather than fables and legends and death."
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