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The walk home after rehearsal was long. My heart aches for Chris. How could he let someone control him in that way? I feel anger bubbling up.

"Brendon," I spat out his name. How dare he touch Chris in this way?

I imagine Chris' beautiful features contorting in pain as he is beaten by that monster, his body bruised, an array of colors. I shake my head to free my mind from the image, replacing it with a more satisfying one. Chris' Frank N Furter costume.

It fits him so well, you'd think he was a woman. In a way, there is a femininity about him, one that draws my masculine side to him. I'd love to just hold him, learning the curves of his body. Then learning their taste.

What the hell? Why am I thinking about this? I can't have him, and I never will. I need a drink.

I go to the kitchen, grabbing my favorite bottle of wine, Oliver sweet red. Then, i cuddle down on the couch and turn the T.V on, sighing heavily.

I wish Chris was here.


Hi! Thanks for reading, I know it's short, but I like to think that there was a lot of character dvelopment for our little Jay.



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