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Okay, Nick. What is it?

What is what?

Why are ya lookin' at me all crazy?

Hmm, let me think... why AM I looking at you all crazy? I don't know, the whole day's been perfect ever since you showed up uninvited at my door...

Hey now, you said I could do that anytime I ...

And you can! I'm always happy to see you! You know that and you know that's NOT the issue.

Fine! Then what'd I do ta make ya start givin' me them dirty looks?

Well, let's see. I made you dinner (that you loved) we had a few drinks, made each other laugh. All in all, I haven't had a more perfect evening! And just because you've been complaining lately that all I want you for is the amazing, mind-blowing sex we have EVERY TIME WE'RE ALONE TOGETHER, I've restrained my primal urges and been a perfect gentleman all night. In spite of my having to endure the torment of your relentless flirting; those little shy smiles that turn me inside out, the adorably asinine things you say in that over-the-top, hillbilly accent that I both hate and can't get enough of, I've somehow managed to keep my explosive lust contained in order to prove that you're more than just a piece of ass to me. And I think I've done that.

Then you wanted to watch the sunset on the balcony (what a great idea) but rather than taking your own chair you decide to wedge your tight little ass between my thighs, and for the last 45 minutes you've squirmed and writhed while babbling about... oh who knows, I was so intensely focused on your bouncing I wasn't paying attention. So while frustrated I'm nonetheless having a great time. I realized tonight that there was no place on Earth I'd rather be - holding the boy I'm head-over-heels in love with right in my lap - it was all so perfect.

But then I swear I heard you say it was getting late and you had better go home. Remember that, cause THAT'S when it changed. Guess what? No! No fucking way. You aren't allowed to do that here, not to me. And you aren't going anywhere, except maybe face down over that bed for the next few hours... days, I haven't decided yet. I'm sorry Ellis but I'm only human for Christ's sake. At some point you have to accept responsibility for your part in summoning the ten pound erection you're currently perched on.

I see that smirk on your face is still there and it makes me think this has all been a deliberate ruse designed to get me riled up until I have to grudge-fuck you good and hard (just like you love it). All because you don't want to admit that your idea to throttle the best part of our relationship was bullshit.

We both know I'm right so whatever you're trying to stutter, save it. We're done talking. Now I'm gonna finish what your little lap dance started... I want my Happy Ending.

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Okay, Nick. What is it?

What is what?

Why are ya lookin' at me all crazy?

Hmm, let me think... why AM I looking at you all crazy? I don't know, the whole day's been perfect ever since you showed up uninvited at my door...

Hey now, you said I could do that anytime I ...

And you can! I'm always happy to see you! You know that and you know that's NOT the issue.

Fine! Then what'd I do ta make ya start givin' me them dirty looks?

Well, let's see. I made you dinner (that you loved) we had a few drinks, made each other laugh. All in all, I haven't had a more perfect evening! And just because you've been complaining lately that all I want you for is the amazing, mind-blowing sex we have EVERY TIME WE'RE ALONE TOGETHER, I've restrained my primal urges and been a perfect gentleman all night. In spite of my having to endure the torment of your relentless flirting; those little shy smiles that turn me inside out, the adorably asinine things you say in that over-the-top, hillbilly accent that I both hate and can't get enough of, I've somehow managed to keep my explosive lust contained in order to prove that you're more than just a piece of ass to me. And I think I've done that.

Then you wanted to watch the sunset on the balcony (what a great idea) but rather than taking your own chair you decide to wedge your tight little ass between my thighs, and for the last 45 minutes you've squirmed and writhed while babbling about... oh who knows, I was so intensely focused on your bouncing I wasn't paying attention. So while frustrated I'm nonetheless having a great time. I realized tonight that there was no place on Earth I'd rather be - holding the boy I'm head-over-heels in love with right in my lap - it was all so perfect.

But then I swear I heard you say it was getting late and you had better go home. Remember that, cause THAT'S when it changed. Guess what? No! No fucking way. You aren't allowed to do that here, not to me. And you aren't going anywhere, except maybe face down over that bed for the next few hours... days, I haven't decided yet. I'm sorry Ellis but I'm only human for Christ's sake. At some point you have to accept responsibility for your part in summoning the ten pound erection you're currently perched on.

I see that smirk on your face is still there and it makes me think this has all been a deliberate ruse designed to get me riled up until I have to grudge-fuck you good and hard (just like you love it). All because you don't want to admit that your idea to throttle the best part of our relationship was bullshit.

We both know I'm right so whatever you're trying to stutter, save it. We're done talking. Now I'm gonna finish what your little lap dance started... I want my Happy Ending.