My-Slashical-Romance

~ He enters his flat, feeling numb and stiff. He doesn't hear Frank and Bob greet him from the living room. Ray walks directly to his room, closing the door behind him carefully. He faces his room. It's full of comics. He moves towards his bed, but collapses on the fist step – the sickening thwack echoing in his mind. Ray just lies on the comic strewn floor of his room, unseeing. He can't breathe. He feels the light press of a hand to his back, and the unruly curls being pushed off his face. "Ray? Dude?" It is Frank's voice, and his worried face appears out of the mess. Ray disintegrates. He knows he is sobbing, but he doesn't recog

My eyes scanned the bar, dying for the sight of a fresh face. I was going through a bit of a withdrawal from the heated passion of hooking up with someone you met all of two hours ago. I hadn’t tasted any lips that reeked of alcohol in a few very long days. My abstinence was of my own volition, I wanted someone completely new and sadly there wasn’t a lot of that around here. I peered from side to side, scanning every face in the sea of men I had already slept with. The only thing keeping my desires from being fulfilled was the fact I wasn’t sloshed enough to forget anyone’s face. I wasn’t anticipating that, eith

Gerard knew well enough he should forget about Raymond Toro. He knew it wasn't healthy or safe for him to spend so much time secretly longing for simple words in return from him. There wasn't much he could do since the war, though. Most men his age had been drafted—gone for a while by now. Since Gerard had been in college when the draft took place, he was exempt. But the same could not be done for Raymond. Ray was an automobile mechanic who worked in a bodyshop adjacent to Gerard's house. Gerard wasn't a car person at the time—in fact, he still isn't—so they quickly became friends once Ray started seeing Gerard once, someti

Flowers were the first things Mikey saw when he opened his door. It had become completely normal and even a routine, but it never stopped losing its magic and feelings as if it would have been the first time that he received them. Every day for the past two years, every single day with no exception, including holidays and weekends and even stormy and snowy days, the first time he opened the door he would always find the same; a bouquet of flowers waiting for him, in front of his door. Flowers were usually colorful tulips, from 5 to sometimes even 10, and they were in the company of small white and purple flowers. The bouquet would always be

December 25, 2016 Dusk 6:59 P.M. Dust skirted up in the wasteland, as a group of ten traveled past a few cars. The sun was dying away slowly, fading behind the distant horizon. Everyone in the group knew that once the sun was gone and the moon came out, they were all going to die. That's the sad truth of it. An auburn haired male named Mikey continued to walk, his hand locked in his boyfriend's Frank as they walked. It was getting colder for a storm was brewing. His hands were slightly freezing in his pockets. He knew that they wouldn't get very far, but Gerard said that it was better to get in the middle of the ice storm rather than stay i