Justice League Pornography Story: Sunset Chapter 1

A/N: I wasnt going to upload
this, but then I realised I havent written anything half as good
as this in a while (I know, this is the best Ive come up with in
months? Laaame), so here it is! Enjoy!
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I like the cold orange sunlight that
streams through my window when my curtains are still open in the
evening. It lasts for about ten minutes around here, because honestly
its always winter or July, and July passed two months ago. The sun
goes down so quickly.

I dont get to watch this that
often because youre usually here and I dont like having the
curtains open then, in case someone is sitting in my back garden
watching us and laughing at me for being such a stupid boy. Today,
though, I kept the thick purple sheets open and Im lazily watching
the orange darken to indigo through the netting.

You okay? You nudge me with
your elbow. I make a hmm sound against your chest without
looking up at your stupid face.

Sure? You are quiet. Eet eez
strange. You press on, and I know youll be all bitchy with me
unless I say something with more than one syllable that isnt Im
fine.

Would you rather You sigh
before I finish the question and I grin, drawing small circles on
your stomach with my finger tips. Youve gone quiet again and I
think Ive won. For now.

Something is on my mind.

Im losing myself. The curtains
are open. And what worries me is that Im not worried about
it. I can hear your heart or whatever mechanism that pumps your blood
round but certainly doesnt do anything like feel beating
rhythmically beneath your wooden skin and I feel comfortable. I
shouldnt. Theres nothing good about you and theres nothing
good that can come from you but for some reason Im comfortable.

You dont like me. Ive never
really asked you about it but I know you dont and Im sure Im
not the first person youve been to this week and its only
Tuesday. Ive stopped caring about things like that though. Slowly,
Ive started not caring who you fuck and who you love and who I
come second to. Right now youre in my bed, in my house and its
my bite mark on your shoulder.

Im losing myself because I no
longer hope for anything other than this.

Kyle? You nudge me again and I
sit up, facing you and nodding for you to continue.

Do you want to watch a movie
or somezing? You cross your arms and look out at the night sky
awkwardly. You very rarely suggest we do something other than fuck,
so its probably still difficult for you.

Yeah, sure dude. Get dressed and
Ill go see what weve got. I climb out of bed and pull my
boxers on. Walking downstairs I laugh bitterly at myself. I cant
hope for anything other than a fuck and a few hours of your sympathy,
and Im happy.

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