It was one of these nights where their kisses got bluer than the sky, smooth criminals under the arguement trees on the hills, where teens carve their love and never return, where a girl got fucked, where a boy jumped up, where a sire once said the lies were gone.
Their touches are all but clean; rough and heavy hands meeting skin and grabbing it. Trevor breaks up the kiss to wipe his breath, hazel eyes meeting blue lies, thin lips on the way to talk, but Trevor overtakes. "When..?" "Tomorrow" Michael spit the husky whisper with hands stuck on Trevor's waist, letting the chestnut's weight on him. "Why you just told me this morning?" "Heh, look T, I didn't know how to... it's an Amanda's thing, I–" "For so long?" Trevor hold his hands tighter. "...A full month.."
Silence reigned, even the moon now left, clouds erasing any sparkle on any eyes. "Do you wanna see a magic trick?" "Sex jokes? No, please, I think I'd.." the blue eyed got hushed with a tender kiss, lips stroking, two warm foreheads next to each other. "Boom. I'm still here. That's the trick." "Trev, what are you...?" "The trick, you know, you love to see it. 'Lie to your fucking best friend and watch him keep crawling back to you'" Michael pulled him apart, visibly atacked "Okay, I know what you're trying to s–" "Oh, Trevor, I promise I'm telling Amanda, Trevor the divorce it's closer! Trevor, I'm fucking leaving the city with my whore for a month!" Both men standed up.
"Don't you fucking dare calling her that ever again!"
"... You're right, I'm sorry." The hazel one suddenly said lowly. "Thank you" the huskier voice snapped for the second time, thinking about how odd was that this man, his Trevor apolog-
"I'm sorry, you're so fucking right, the only and unique whore of whores in this shitty piss dumper country IT'S YOU!" Never a canadian throat cried out with such strenght before, just the mixed feelings of a broken man could be able to do so. Though the snap was the bigger uproar ever, Trevor weakly finger pointed the author of his eternal cycle of hurt, dead promises and living lies.
Both pair of fists, fully devoted to vanish the last drop of peace the silence had to give, just burned out their knucles until the death sights between the old lovers lasted its capacity. They had fight before, lots of times, until the rough kisses would appear, bold and heavily asking something their mouths could never slip out as words
"Save it, I'm not breaking your fucking nose tonight." Trevor lowered an octave, his boots tasting the wet grass one last time.
"Send my love to your new lover".
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