Bishop and Jay
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xp_logsJay runs into Bishop (literally) then falls all over himself (also literally) then starts acting goofy.
If there was a God, he was either being punished or the victim of a cruel joke because walking towards him was ebony worthy of a lifetime of worship. Breathlessly, Jay turned his back and dropped to his knee, pretending to tie his shoe lace. Quietly, he cupped his hands in front of his chest, looked up and mouthed a very heartfelt thank you to the good old Lord for sending his love in the form of a 6'6, two hundred some odd pounds of sculpted man.
What to do, what to do! Jay wished he had a broken wing or something. Anything! Abruptly, he stood up, turning around and by accident, only not, he bumped into the taller man. "Sorry," he said, forced a pace back.
Bishop was large enough, and with a practiced stance, that forced the much smaller man to simply bounce off him. He caught his arm to keep him from falling. "It happens." He wasn't much to say more then what was necessary most times.
He whimpered. He actually whimpered! Jay felt like there was something caught in his throat and he practically swooned at being held in such a rough and sturdy way. He opened his mouth once to say something, anything but all he could manage was a croak of a 'thank you' but it didn't quite sound that way. He coughed once and the heat rose to his cheeks, flushing them instantly, making him light headed. "Oh," he sighed. This was awful, he was playing damsel in distress and couldn't help himself. "Sorry, just a little faint."
The large man holding Jay up kept him standing as he laughed. "A little faint? You're worse than Mark. I appreciate the compliment, though." If there was one person in the world raised to be accepting, Bishop thought it was him. He never understood why straight men were afraid of gay men, as if they were now on the list of a sexual predator hunt.
Jay smoothed back his hair and he smiled brightly, almost imploring. "That mean you'll go on a date with me?" he asked hopefully. Oh my god, he could just imagine this man all over him, the muscles, the beautiful eyes gazing down into his, swept up in.. .. wait, Mark? "Mark got at you already?" Damnit.
"I'm straight, actually. Sorry man." He patted Jay's shoulder. Usually that information alone garnered an amount of respect for choices. Leave it to people who are discriminated against to be more respectful of others when they would almost be justified in being just as closed minded.
"Oh well, " Jay almost giggle to himself, but it came out in a stupid chuckle that he'll kick himself of later. "Never stopped me before. Sorry, wanna mate with - Ah mean, -ate... Eat..EAT, Ah meant eat! Do you wanna eat with me anyways?"
"Sure, it's lunch time for me anyway." He moved in along side Jay to head with him to the kitchen. He figured this was to the other man what meeting a pretty girl had been like to Bishop years ago. The fumbles would pass.
If there was a God, he was either being punished or the victim of a cruel joke because walking towards him was ebony worthy of a lifetime of worship. Breathlessly, Jay turned his back and dropped to his knee, pretending to tie his shoe lace. Quietly, he cupped his hands in front of his chest, looked up and mouthed a very heartfelt thank you to the good old Lord for sending his love in the form of a 6'6, two hundred some odd pounds of sculpted man.
What to do, what to do! Jay wished he had a broken wing or something. Anything! Abruptly, he stood up, turning around and by accident, only not, he bumped into the taller man. "Sorry," he said, forced a pace back.
Bishop was large enough, and with a practiced stance, that forced the much smaller man to simply bounce off him. He caught his arm to keep him from falling. "It happens." He wasn't much to say more then what was necessary most times.
He whimpered. He actually whimpered! Jay felt like there was something caught in his throat and he practically swooned at being held in such a rough and sturdy way. He opened his mouth once to say something, anything but all he could manage was a croak of a 'thank you' but it didn't quite sound that way. He coughed once and the heat rose to his cheeks, flushing them instantly, making him light headed. "Oh," he sighed. This was awful, he was playing damsel in distress and couldn't help himself. "Sorry, just a little faint."
The large man holding Jay up kept him standing as he laughed. "A little faint? You're worse than Mark. I appreciate the compliment, though." If there was one person in the world raised to be accepting, Bishop thought it was him. He never understood why straight men were afraid of gay men, as if they were now on the list of a sexual predator hunt.
Jay smoothed back his hair and he smiled brightly, almost imploring. "That mean you'll go on a date with me?" he asked hopefully. Oh my god, he could just imagine this man all over him, the muscles, the beautiful eyes gazing down into his, swept up in.. .. wait, Mark? "Mark got at you already?" Damnit.
"I'm straight, actually. Sorry man." He patted Jay's shoulder. Usually that information alone garnered an amount of respect for choices. Leave it to people who are discriminated against to be more respectful of others when they would almost be justified in being just as closed minded.
"Oh well, " Jay almost giggle to himself, but it came out in a stupid chuckle that he'll kick himself of later. "Never stopped me before. Sorry, wanna mate with - Ah mean, -ate... Eat..EAT, Ah meant eat! Do you wanna eat with me anyways?"
"Sure, it's lunch time for me anyway." He moved in along side Jay to head with him to the kitchen. He figured this was to the other man what meeting a pretty girl had been like to Bishop years ago. The fumbles would pass.
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