Earthquake In Willamete Valley

stray dog Blond - P12 (Oneshot)


Titel:
Straßenköterblond

Autor:






unverdorben




Charaktere:
Bill, Tom

Rating:
P12

Warnungen/Genre:
Gen, Bruderliebe

Zusammenfassung: Kein Glamour, keine Klasse, nur eine alltägliche Promenadenmischung.
Disclaimer: Die Herren K. gehören sich selbst.
Kommentar:
Written for the Summer Challenge

120_minuten . Soundtrack's here. Toms stray dog hair is blond. Always have. They are the only constant in Bill's life and just dirty yellow, with darker streaks as of fresh vomit. They shine not very nice. They are nothing fancy. They are stingy and long and very blond street mutt.

Tom is also nothing special. are young men like him are on every street corner and this is just meant to be derogatory as it sounds. Tom is a stray dog as his blond hair, his mannerisms tomentose and list of bad qualities long. In fact, Tom is
a street dog, one has been captured, bathed groomed, and put on a leash. And this is Bill's constant stray dog. No glamor, no class, just an everyday mongrel. You can not show him - not if you know what Tom looks like when he brushed nobody ticks from the skin. It may also not great Stunts and fights fiercely against it, if you want him to dress with bows and expensive collars. It should be seen him that he is from the street and not shy away from garbage cans. What Tom says is a street mutt blond. What he barks even more. For him there is no holding back when he sniffs a bitch in heat, and he leaves his dirty paw prints on the white designer sofa that Bill has chosen. Tom would be with a dog baskets have been satisfied, the main thing comfortable.
When Tom throws a toy, he is happy. Most like him are those that squeak when he chews on it. In business you get it by searching for "car" or "girls" demands and fan out his credit cards.
There is nothing to Tom, the stray dog would not be blond. Bill's constant stray dog blond, from top to bottom. Man has often tried to dye Tom, but the stray dog Blond durchgeschimmert has repeatedly and new paint is chipped off as fast as the mud crust from a pig that has wallowed in the mud.
Bill is happy. His new phone had to be red, bright red, at any price, and after three weeks he could no longer see it. The green shirt that he pulled last week, even from the dirty laundry and cleaned barely use it for the third time in a row to attract, now lies crumpled in the back of the cabinet. stray dog Blond is not really a color. You can not get enough of her.

Tom Bill would never say that he stray dog blond is. Tom thinks he's a Doberman with glistening black fur. For the wheat yellow Labrador, which all are sweet and stormy embrace, even though her throat is then in direct reach of its catch. Tom found white and black and champagne. Sometimes walnut or brown nougat. stray dog blond Absolutely not.
Tom would never call his hair matted. But they are. They are every time Bill takes care of all rings and they can slip through his fingers. The only way to Toms combing hair, bare Hands. Bill pulls slowly and deliberately at the tips before he carefully separates the individual dreadlocks from each other, so they do not at the root of growing together. He rubs wax-like animals. Tom said nothing. There are no words like "girly" or "gay" when they are alone together. Then everything is clean stray dog blond and each other's fleas from the fur and bite them with a crack. Bill does not tolerate other fish in his fur. It must be stray dog blond, if He loosens his muscles and the feeling of going crazy, can dive to the surface. Toms stray dog blond breath calms him. Toms stray dog blond chest is like an instruction video that he fooling, how to check out air when he has forgotten it. Would not Tom stray dog blond, he would not be Tom. It would be some young man to miss the Bills hotel rooms would be a weird painting. The walls were brightly colored, composed this elegant and balanced, there smeared and washed out. Bill would stumble over paint bucket. Subject used anywhere around brush, remnants of this or that experiment, and it would stink of turpentine. Bill can not stand the smell of solvents. You'd have to tape over anything previously, so the carpet does not get any stains, and be careful that the ladder is stable before you begin to paint the ceiling. stray dog Blond is not a nice color, but not off color.


Tom is on most street dog blond, when Bill watched him from the passenger seat. When they go home, it's pitch black outside, dove gray and neon yellow, inside stray dog blond. Toms and long matted hair falling on his shoulders and Bill's stray dog blond seat is like a leathery hand in which he can coil. His back faces the window, his tired eyes look at Tom. If you have blasted all day, all night too bright for them. Everything except stray dog blond. It does not matter whether Bill closes his eyes or not - the picture is the same.

If they can take longer to shut Tom Bills disc. Then Bill slips deeper into the cushions, the boots stripped off his feet and puts his feet on the dashboard. In late summer, the night air tastes like white wine and Tom fits that bill is not hopelessly drunk.

If you go longer and the stray dog Blond through the pores is to creep into his heart, Bill puts the head back and looks in the colors of the sky. Some of them have no name. No one knows exactly what they are. Stars, planes, planets, satellites. Glowworm or sun.

"The clash," whispered Bill. Tom is smiling stray dog blond.

"Your approach," he whispers back. Bill and folded down the sun and looks his hair in the mirror. If one pushes them apart with your fingers, you can see a strip of skin between the head and deep black color - very small, but unmistakable street dog blond.