# 1 ~ You are purple.
Title: What I tell you;
Author: S. (changingroom ~ chiododaBara);
Readers: red dot ~ NC17;
Chapter: # 1 ~ You are purple
Words: 1363;
Characters: Skins ~ Tony, Maxxie,
Pairing: Tony / Maxxie, but Maxxie / Tony;
Timeline: happy-boiled 1x06, Russia;
features: ~ Slash Agnst! ~ ~ Sex between minors vulgar language.
still speak of a text stylistically impeccable, grouped into chapters and has a certain connection narrative easily traceable. The author, however, assumes any responsibility for any of the offenses moral publica;
WARNING! ~ 're about to read a NC17, a story of seventeen prohibited to minors and / or persons with brain age less than this figure.
This story, however, Slash content - love between boys do not read as a boy and a girl, but the same people, same sex - and exceeds in terms of foul language and unacceptable in terms of costumes.
I can say in my defense it's all a matter of generations are immoral and that if the contents of my story a total fabrication, you'll want to take a walk among my friends of the Inquisition - in the Middle Ages, specifically. No offense, eh.
Yes, I have it to death with homophobic and thirtysomething.
If you are a sane person, then read on. And, for heaven's sake, find a way for me to have comments and criticism. Merci à l'avance.
Plot: [work in progress];
Quote: all began with that strange thing and the matter of a bitch.
had all happened too fast: he had discovered at the same time that they had gay fantasies about women just like him and that his friend and fairy Maxxie undoubtedly knew better than he dared to imagine.
was something - well, yes, a fact incredible.
# 1 ~ You purple.
If there was one thing that had always put in a good mood, this was undoubtedly the roll.
was a verb that excited since the sound produced inside of his mouth: roll. A term of orgasm, absolutely.
Not to mention the unusual gesture in which the word delicious was equivalent, the same gesture made by her white fingers to make sure that the map very thin and almost transparent is perfectly suited to light and crumbly texture of grass mixed with tobacco. A fantastic thing, a wonderful gesture in its simplicity, almost diabolical.
Not to mention about that particular odor and then those who had his fingers just before you pull one end of his white creature to the mouth.
was a thing to orgasm, that Tony was not ripeterselo. Something so sexy, so perfect.
was the only thing which could think of for groped at least relax a bit ', sitting alone in that room horribly subdued, with dirty walls and the furniture more or less nonexistent.
A condition so pathetic, he said to himself.
stay there and imagine that feeling divine simply imagine made him feel good. Although still
to be under very depressing, in the most absolute and without any way out.
After all, put the grass on the seat of Sid was not an idea was so brilliant. It was rather a kind of fiasco, to be honest, and matter does not even fun, in fact: it filled him with rage.
And in this whole thing was going to be counted along a certain situation that had recently gone to create and unfortunately he had to do with Maxxie.
This made things more complicated, more absurd, the more inexplicable.
And besides, who ever had you need to know about his lifestyle?
had always been one person and nothing and no one had ever really matter. Nothing that he had not, in fact. The men are islands , said Bon Jovi and Hugh Grant and he could relate himself, Tony could not be full agreement.
There were times when he felt did not belong to his time at the place where he was, at times seemed not to belong to the human race, or otherwise to any other race. Divesro was, simply, and for the species to which the breed appartendeva sit and watch a ceiling for hours without thinking about anything that has to do with the image of a barrel roll was something perfectly normal. Fantastic.
to relate to people, try them for some were still feeling Things were difficult for him, almost unacceptable. And he was totally spontaneous make fun of people, rather than avoid them.
It was a lonely child.
spent hours on a balcony to cry for dramas that were invented and who never cease to move me.
had been a child alone in a big house. Behind closed doors. And he had always despised without appeal anyone who attempted to penetrate the fortress of his staff, made up of hours looking out a window. With bright eyes full of desire to run away.
And he realized very quickly that it could not be alone forever, locked in his castle with windows always open.
And then he started playing, but not with imaginary friends. But with people - the real ones.
The great discovery was that people were just as grass.
Just choose the right map and know exactly how to wrap the type of stuff with which you are dealing with. You had to have their fingers right, purposely to learn and practice the great art of rolling and inexplicable. One thing to orgasm, definitely.
And, moreover, Tony almost felt pleasure in baffling the people. It was his drug.
an attitude that had become fast and without any prior notice of its character, backbone of the image that gave him.
Tony was a shallow person, completely empty.
a whore, she said, laughing once Maxxie, perhaps without even giving too much weight to his own words.
The strange thing was, in fact, that Tony had to give weight to the matter. He felt like a whore. And that made him the biggest bitch that the Creator had ever put on earth - why, if Tony was one thing, he was forced to split everything. O to a maximum of not doing anything. And no regrets whatsoever.
Yes, Maxxie was to take the lead in this story.
was a beautiful evening, though miraculously clear obsessive purplish tint, and the throne were at home. There was Sid
with them, but as usual he spoke little and only if pulled in question.
Thus, come sempre, si era finito per parlare di Tony e di quelle cose che Tony faceva .
In particolare si trattava la questione contorta di Michelle, ovvero la situazione poco piacevole che Tony stava vivendo da quando questa ragazzina dal naso sottile, gli occhi chiari ed un talento indiscutibile per la seduzione spudorata e priva di taboo gli metteva i bastoni tra le ruote, completamente persa nell'insano proposito di farlo innamorare.
Aveva, per altro, un nickname. Tony non era proprio riuscito a far a meno di battezzarla sin dal loro primo appuntamento col simpatico e non poco controverso nomignolo di Capz, capezzoli. E del resto lei non era riuscita a fare a meno di mostrarglieli sin dal loro primo appuntamento, quindi.
Eravamo, Thus, the famous night miraculously clear. Tony
well remembered the circumstances in detail. Like a virgin recalling his first kiss, he would say, but if it were another person, since of itself, would undoubtedly have avoided. There was talk of
inseparable Michelle / Abigail.
It was just a matter of a second. Sid knew for weeks and obviously did not cut it, but it was enough just for a moment to Maxxie, after learning that entertain relations with both physical, in order to identify their obscene purposes.
And so, like anything, Maxxie in a row and put in a loud voice all his most perverse fantasies. First unacknowledged of that moment, on the other. Sid's eyes were wide open.
Maxxie And Tony kept looking without being able to identify the identity of his wretched smile as she described in detail the fingers between the legs of Abigail Michelle, their mouths wide open in the same face of astonished pleasure, their bodies naked and very white. Together. It was something embarrassing.
E - after all - fantastic. Maxxie
Then he laughed - a laugh and genuine, almost innocent - and I looked straight at me, unceremoniously.
- You're a bitch, Tone. And
came first in his garden and then at home. She closed the door behind him slowly, smiling, without even saying goodbye. So typical him.
Yes, he could tell.
all began with that strange thing and the matter of a bitch.
had all happened too fast: he had discovered at the same time that they had gay fantasies about women just like him and that his friend and fairy Maxxie undoubtedly knew better than he dared to imagine.
was something - well, yes, an incredible fact.
Maxxie is dyed blonde hair unnatural enchanted smiled when he saw a pair of well-tuned to a scarf, tap-danced and talked with a subtle but deep voice, he gave advice to fancuille, picking daisies e.
Good. imagined things.
Things who - quite unexpectedly - made him come hard. But really.
So much so that throughout the following week Tony had done nothing but think about it. Continuously.
no longer thought of Abigail and Capz, no longer with their fingers, their mouths and everything else.
thought, take rather, looking at what he found inside the thoughts of Maxxie.
And, god, he was tough.
So now closed in the damn decrepit and poorly furnished room, imagining altrenava rods to think of all those wicked and wonderful things that were hidden inside the head of Maxxie, so almost inexplicably.
Because in the end, if there was something that had always put in a good mood, this was undoubtedly his incontrestabile be a whore.
One thing to orgasm, precisely.
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