i'm a pixel here, myself

The sheets are somewhere around the foot of the bed, Jared's hair is in his eyes, and Jensen's teeth sink into Jared's lip as Jensen comes, stifling a moan into a grunt. Jared breathes right back into Jensen's face, kisses him harder, then flips Jensen up on top of him and guides Jensen's hands to his dick. When Jared comes, Jensen, still hazily post-orgasmic, brings his hand to his mouth and licks. Jared breathes out, shakily. It's one seventeen in the morning and Jared's sticky with come and sweat and Jensen. Sticky and totally content and not about to move.


Anyone who takes this as an indication of how my date went on Thursday will be shot.

To whomever said "everything old is new again" in re: popslash, [I hate you].

In other news, the pizza around here is crap. Thus, FRE and I learned how to [make our own]. My dinner tonight was pizza margherita from scratch. I love cooking. Also, today's weather was perfect, as it should be around here in July. Tomorrow I will be hitting the [Gilroy Garlic Festival] with a friend of mine from college who I didn't know lived in San Jose, and possibly going up to the city at night to see the boy once more before a mutual week of craziness.

Roommate J is moving all his stuff out tonight and tomorrow. This means that as of tomorrow he will be FRJ. FRE leaves the country in a month. I am mildly freaking out about this, but as I have no control over it, I'm trying to make myself not care as much. It's not working.

This may be the most scatterbrained I've been in quite a while.