Wrong Kind of Thirst

"He is. We have a connection." Adam explained as he easily let himself be dragged closer to Nate, smiling at Coffee as the dragon curled up to sleep, ignoring Adam and his new 'friend'. Laughing and letting himself be shook, he rested his head on Nate's shoulder, grabbing his elbow and giving it a waggle back. "Oh, I'm sure you've got a few fucking ideas for what two people could do, but we're in a church. Even I'm not gonna do that unless I'm considerably higher than I am." Whether this was a promise, a joke or a challenge, he slumped further down against Nate for the moment. The suggestion of exploring made him tilt his head back to look up at Nate. "Sure. Where d'ya wanna go? If this is just your way of getting me to a dark alley to fuck in, you can just say, you know." adam Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave