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popslash_lollipops2005-04-29 04:52 pm
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Chris, Joey, Lance and or Nick in any combination
I don't think I've stopped once this month, and it doesn't look like letting up for a few weeks yet, which leaves me wanting stolen moments fic, and Chris, Joey, Lance and or Nick in any combination, please. And if it takes me a few days to get to say thanks properly? You know why!
"Underwear"
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"Underwear"
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"Hey, Lance! Where do you put my clean boxers?" Nick said while on his knees, bending over
looking under his bed.
"What? You go commando, don't you?" Lance said, peeking into the doorway.
"I'm wearing a suit today. Kev will be pissed if I don't wear any drawers. You know he's going
to check." Nick said popping his head up from behind the bed, his short blond hair all messy
in that just-got-fucked way.
Lance strolled in and opened the bottom drawer of Nick's dresser. "They're right here. See, if
you did your own laundry once in a while, you might know it."
Nick stood up and crossed the room. Planting a big kiss on Lance's mouth, "Now why would I
want to do my own laundry, when you never turn my clothes pink?"
"Kevin never let you forget that," Lance laughed hugging Nick tightly.
"Man, he can be mean..." Nick laughed.
"And why are you still fucking him?" Lance smiles back at Nick.
"The same reason you're still fuck Justin."
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