Submitted by Tiffanoodle last February 16th 2008, 08:02 AM

Marc welcomed any company he could get whenever he was home alone and had soon found himself alone with his straight brother’s best friend. In the back ground the bass of Michael Jackson’s ‘Beat It’ shook the walls but in the quiet kitchen they could talk perfectly well. Bottles of Jim Beam littered the table, at least three bottles of which all belonged to Marc who decided to drink the night away due to boredom. A packet of cards lay open on the dining room table and Dean shuffled throu

Submitted by Tiffanoodle last February 15th 2008, 09:02 AM

Cubicles

Marc stared idly at the board, his brown eyes focusing in and out on the numerical values that equated to some complicated answer. He sighed and glanced around the room. However it wasn’t purely a glance. He gazed longingly at the boy in the corner of the room, staring at the board with an expression of utter confusion, cute confusion that made him lick his lips.

Michael was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome with his pure Italian looks and styled br