Title: Never Stop Dancing
Fandom: Real People / My Chemical Romance / Bryar Ray ToroxBob
Author: mrs_toro_or (aka blaise_sl_tr07
) Beta Reader: Will91
Raiting : pg
Warnings: slash, but nothing shocking / flash-fic
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me, what I write is not for profit and none of the facts I intend to propose is true .
Note: Any kind of comment or criticism (as long as construction) is always welcome.
The concert had gone well, very well indeed, and all of them were exhausted.
shooting that had been made would end in their new dvd, and had to admit that was a really nice gig to be recorded. Of course, not in costume, not a perfect scenario, and even with some kind of special effect. But it was beautiful.
they were just at home, along with quite a few 'friends gathered there for an evening of fun.
With these thoughts for the mind to whip lay on the couch of his home, exhausted but refreshed from the shower just made. Not even a second hand after a big and strong he is rested on the shoulder, and when he turned he found himself inches away from a wonderful cup of hot coffee. Thank you, "said
-taking and looking at the other sat next to him. It looked really exhausted.
Bel-concert-Bob said, lighting a cigarette and exhaling smoke. Ray nodded. Yeah, good concert.
-Explain to me why you had that shirt? - Asked, the blond, with a half smile on his lips. Ray snorted.
-Why I like it, "said point, a bit 'annoyed by the question. She could not even get a shirt that he found himself suffered a lot of people ask him. That pain in the ass.
-Hey, relax! - Bob laughed-it was only to ask. And anyway, I assume you like dance-dance-
-I hate. Bob seemed genuinely puzzled.
-And if you hate dancing because you put the? - Asked inhaling the smoke and knocking him out soon after. Ray looked at her, waiting for a response.
-Why I like the shirt. And if I like does not necessarily say that I like to dance! - Exploded, sparking laughter in the spontaneous and genuine.
-At least you've never danced? - Said the drummer, pretending to wipe away a tear from his eyes, caused by too much laughter. Be ', in fact, not is that he was just pretending.
-No, I do not care, thanks. " Ray put on a pout so adorable that Bob was almost planning to cuddle, and then delete it from your face to the sound of kisses. Almost.
-I mean, you put a shirt with that written, but you say you do not like dance but in reality you've never danced? E 'crazy, you know - he asked with a crooked smile. Ray shook his head, and the monumental tangle of curls, and sighed again. Crazy-
you'll be there, "said Bryar of a fool, pretending to be offended. Be ', not so. Bob
extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray resting on the table, and smiled.
"If I'm mad, you six menstruating permanently, "said the smile turning into a real laugh.
-I am not-
-E is 'shut up for once! - Interrupted the drummer, kissing him and making him lie down if below' on the couch. He smiled. Let
-how about this ...- muttered before moving sensually over him. Ray sighed and clasped his back with his arms.
-This is not dance, "said resuming the kiss from where they left off. Bob smiled.
-Be ', in a sense, yes, "said continuing to move slowly, as if dancing to the tune of a song invisible non-existent.
-Be ', if that's allowed himself to dance ...- Ray out a smile and a sigh, as her cheeks reddened lips, never-stop-dancing
Bob smiled and reached out more to his perennially-menstruating-man. No, I would never stop.
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