The Xander Tales
They sleep together.
It 'something, about two weeks.
A month of shooting, after the fields of training and preparation for a film that would mark their lives.
Colin usually collapses dress, on the edge of the mattress, but it does not give up on her chest tighten Jared, which in turn drags in the middle, to avoid fall, as has already happened, for excessive drinking.
Jared sucks when he's drunk, must necessarily throw up while quell'irlandese opinionated, drink like a sponge and without apparent reason, until I came to the surface, that fucking reason.
"I do not really know ... if someone taught me ..."
He was sober enough, but the rod that aspired with a mixture of greed and resignation, altered the contours of that room.
"Feel free to talk to Cole ... what you want, I mean."
Jared is often an attempt to induce him to open up, but it does not work.
Yet it seems the opposite to each other, when Colin clings to Jared, without anything happening, perhaps dreaming, while the smell of Jack Daniels and his foul the air, the pillow, Jared's shirt.
Jared also has to wash, after giving the stomach.
Even when you polish a long shower.
Without turning on the light, groping in the drawer and look for a boxer and one of the first t-shirt with the logo of his band.
Often plays the guitar, during breaks or when he refuses to go out to the wee hours with Colin and the others.
Of the others, however, he cares less than nothing.
When not pointing a pair of tits, Farrell does not matter too much about the noisy company, colleagues and workers.
And 'friend of all, as Jared, are not stars, they are not snobs, they are simple and fascinating, yet very complicated.
His fingers are cool, the rest hot, so why should Colin taking off jacket and jeans.
He has a little slip of the 'narrow, Jared chuckles, settling in what he calls a safe distance from the elbow of Colin, when not crushing, like one of those teddy bears, of which it remains loyal forever.
Yes, bother, perhaps the cleaners have exchanged a few heads, it is only a hypothesis, not to fantasize about other things, Jared thinks.
Colin moves, grunts, he does regularly, complaining - "Where are you ...?" - And grabs him, "Fuck Jay, you know ..."
What?
Once explained it to him, made heavy, Jared screaming, punching, slapping, Colin was crying, sobbing like a schoolgirl, the boy from Bossier City did not know how to define it, but was so angry that even poor epithets became excellent.
"Why are you so reduce Colin, fuck!"
"Jared ..." - seemed to beg in the fetal position, without saying anything.
"I sleep on the couch ... fuck you." - The last word in a whisper.
"Jared back to me ... I sleep badly if you're not there ... you know ..."
You know, you know, that did not repeat it in different occasions, Jared had to know everything and not for those five years older, who wore very well, not to have experienced childhood ramshackle, while Colin reveled in a family good of Dublin, to secure: they were both in disarray, but the desire to redeem by Jared was a thousand times stronger than that of its oxygenated new best friend.
We were left to the rag and white thin cloth between the legs muscular and tanned Colin, which increased the grimaces, then he released her, looking for the sheet to cover himself.
Jared put the pillow in the middle third and Colin we stumbled, "What the fuck ...?" - A yawn, yet another expletive, away this obstacle, Jared was there, there was Jared.
Always.
Hearing it everywhere naked, flattened on one side, his left arm around Colin's waist, his right under the pillow of Jared, and under the nape of Jared, who drew back a minimum, but it was Colin's mouth that was sinking in his neck, wet, hot, like his groin.
Jared deliberately avoided in his senses to realize that special, really hot.
Occasionally it peered under the tight jeans Colin, giving himself idiot.
Jared had a girlfriend, an actress, but they had left, she had dropped out, he had suffered there, he spoke only with Colin, because he knew, he was nice, but since then he lost even that minimum estimate.
"Chapter closed." - Jared and he said no longer faced the issue.
Colin takes away that rag, that steals, hiding it in the trolley, it still holds today, but his boxer is not interested, it is leaner than he.
"Remove them ..." - muttering, but tastes good, now they are watching.
"Jay remove them ... please ..."
"You do not have the strength to do it?"
"I ... I do not know if you want ..."
"Are you here with me Cole?"
He nods.
It 'a little clumsy or stupid?
§ I am silly. § reflects Jared, because Colin is beautiful and is ready for something that Jared asked with hundreds of signals, some explicit, some veiled.
"... We should use something ..."
The voice is shy, but his expert hands.
Colin is able to stroke it, it goes, with an exciting frenzy.
"... I've bought today ..."
"Why?"
"Why what Colin?"
"Why now?" - And God smiles and how beautiful it is, are these two coals eyes visible through the candle still burning.
"We had hoped for."
"Fuck"
They laugh, Colin puts it anywhere, in any conversation, they start making jokes and the two solid erections subside.
"No, I say Jay ... we beasts?"
"What the ...?" - Kisses him.
Colin kissed him so hard for him to try before an empty stomach, then something similar to a spread of sparks or splinters, from the brain to the spine.
"I love Cole"
He says it is the truth, give or take.
"I love you Jay"
It 'true that Jared Believe it or not.
He kisses him again.
The increase kisses, but they are contemplative and serene.
"Now sleep ... Jay"
"Yes ... we sleep."
"Tomorrow we ..."
"Sorry Cole?"
"Tomorrow we do it ... without."
"Without."
"Ok."
"Ok ... Cole night."
"Good night Jay."
THE END
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