“Sorry,” he grins sheepishly. “Sorry. Porn vedio You make me run and hide, hide, hiiide. * One entry in Blake’s notebook of lyrics, included Sia’s “Elastic Heart.”
* Also, I had Blake sing Ben a song that he had “written” for Ben. Looking at Ben, it’s hard for me to breathe. “Ah, shit. A tear of happiness slides down my cheek. As I’ve done in the past version of the Blake and Ben stories, I’ve incorporated music. As if his eyes and smile weren’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, his ass is quite remarkable, too. He rubs his right eye, looking as if he just woke up. We barely spoke for the first couple of minutes, while FaceTiming. Tryin’ hard to breathe, 1-2-3…” Again, he takes an audible breath at that part. Smells faintly like blueberry muffins. I can’t bare to read it any longer. – BENJAMIN JAXON SMITH –
Blake lays his head back on my chest and cuddles with me for a bit. My head is on Ben’s bare chest, my arm draped over his abdomen. I can hear his excited breathing behind me.
