Everest
Eyes closed as instructed, Ever touches himself to the sound of Mateo's voice, picturing a yodelling woman with rings like those normally through the noses of cows through her nipples, trying to get into a red truck. The image wasn't helping his efforts, but nor was it hurting them necessarily.
What was hurting them, was the literal pain in his arm and the drugs in his system.
"I don't think it's working." Ever calls over his shoulder as Mateo receives their sushi. "Maybe I don't know how to masturbate." He concludes thoughtfully, opening his eyes and releasing his erection. "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at this." Ever whispers apologetically down at his groin with a frown.
What was hurting them, was the literal pain in his arm and the drugs in his system.
"I don't think it's working." Ever calls over his shoulder as Mateo receives their sushi. "Maybe I don't know how to masturbate." He concludes thoughtfully, opening his eyes and releasing his erection. "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at this." Ever whispers apologetically down at his groin with a frown.
I was a dead man walking,
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
with bloodshot eyes—right place, wrong time.
