“So. Would you like scrambled eggs or an omelet? Um, we have turkey sausages, too.” Dave smiled eagerly as he sat on the edge of the tub, “Oh, wait! I can make French toast. I know how much you love my French toast.” He was holding Kurt’s foot across his lap, rubbing in the massage oil with his large hands.
Kurt smirked back. “Yes, Dave…I do
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but yes, its the first two chapters that really got me. (':
thank you for this!
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Thanks so much for reading. I'm so happy you liked it. Stupid boys are stupid but they love each other enough to make it work. Yay!
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