things we should not do travis / damian
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corresponds to kinks - vii: bad boys (rebels, punks )
The day I met Travis, I knew I was going to bring more of a problem and more than two.
(And yet I did not mind at the time that his shoulder collided with mine in the dark alley behind the bar.)
The day I took my Damian home for the first time was Saturday and my mother was cooking cookies with Lucy, the daughter of a neighbor. She was a petite girl of nine years and green eyes, was missing front teeth and was platonic love with me, or so he would say.
Damian
I brought the hand and he had no wish to be guided, stopping to browse all the decorations and furniture of the room with that evil smile of yours will not disappoint and while knowing he was going to do, such eyes that made the apology seemed sincere.
(Damian was very angry at the prospect of not liking my parents, not just made his name in my mouth and who are bent on trying to delicately subtle little girlfriend get me there in Bristol.)
Lucy was the first to notice our presence and hugged mom telling me how much I had missed.
"Oh," at him. - Is your boyfriend? "I can touch your hair?
- Lucy! Mom cried. "I'm sorry guys, remugaba. "It's uncontrollable.
I looked at him sideways and he smiled with proud, kneeling before Lucy, clutching the hand and leading to its peak.
-is made with egg.
(Lucy made a charming face, until Mom had to laugh.
Then my mother gave us cookies and Damian said that he only liked or did not have seeds and she looked shocked and I did like that had seen, because the situation could become tense when rejecting cookies from mom and Damian was holding my hands, displaying to her and gave me now rushing to him, that was all my sighs, now I was his. And that's the worst that could unamadre feel, to know that their son loves with such passion, dedication and sacrifice to give his life for an outsider, unfamiliar, and informal so inadequate and so crazy strange. A little strange about all, and would not think wrong, but at that point Damian's smile, which drew loosely on her lips, was in a different order of things that most if not all that mattered and the best I could go there since I met him.)
Damian was so irreverent that while my mother and I argued in the kitchen told Lucy that I wanted, and later, as he left the house angry and tired of so much tension, debating between mom or hate him, still holding her hand even after I asked if I wanted ear, tickling him with my breathing, and he just shrugged.
"No, I think," I said a while later and saw my father's bike parked on the street laughed.
(too well knew he had a key to take it only when strictly necessary.)
I looked at him, eyes full of fear and doubt and do not you dare and he came up to me baby-faced good grabbed me by the waist and brought me to him. I stayed very still, as in those intimate occasions in which to live was over and the crowd was already moving. And he put his hands in the back pockets of pants and bit me on the jaw line. And among drown and drown my cry of surprise and the time when my eyes widened and he had me removed the keys from his pocket and was standing on the bike.
I looked at him with burning eyes and parted lips and gave the throttle marveling at the sound.
-Travis ...
-Damian, non-threatened. or pleaded. Neither I know.
"Please.
(Damian laid eyes on the ground and pressed his hands into fists, muttering I did not know what the hell I was wrong but gave up only because I wanted to hug him and see him smirking.)
In the second I got on the bike Damian grabbed my hands and placed them on his shoulders told me when I wanted to hug him.
-Be a man.
(We laughed out loud. He kicked the brake and hit the accelerator and the laughter still ringing in his throat and I realized that Damian was going to be my downfall, that if we continued in the same box I was going to rot, and I said I was lucky I did not like apples or bad guys, or ridges or the expansion or Damian or his anarchism and the Sex Pistols and the punk anti-idealism. But I liked)
I took the streets of Bristol that I never would have run, smiling, pointing, making imprudent as to turn around and kiss me on a green light or get into a no entry street, taking the curve so fast that the bike was ready to topple.
(Then, going down, laughed when he saw that he had broken his knee skinny leopard.)
stopped outside a bar and grabbed my hand. We went, stopping at the bar where he ordered a whiskey over a few pounds left on the table and not let go of my hand carried to the bottom of that dark room become joint bundling of smoke, sweat and alcohol. There were about ten people playing pool and Damian took a half glass of vodka to drink and swallowed in one gulp.
- Hey, that was my goat! Someone shouted that he could not place.
- I love you more, Scott! Wait, give me, "he added, speaking to a girl with a huge picked it reminiscent of Nina Hagen. Colors included.
I dropped and took the stick out of hand, pushing people to death. He looked at the table and the girl stole a drag of his cigarette, throwing smoke thoughtfully. Finally leaned his elbow on her shoulder and said, hitting the cue ball and getting the number eleven, that she had resisted.
- A long whiskey! Shouted the bartender. Damian
raised him from the hands and I poured a drink, going to hold my hand.
- Hey, Scott! Scott came
hold his stick, putting it standing next to him. It seemed curious that Scott was almost high and then I noticed his huge military boots and the once brilliant but now blackened metal toe.
"This is my colleague Travis.
The guy punched me gently on the shoulder.
"Finally. Encantado.
(I did not know what that meant. As if he had heard of me, and Damian never spoke to me, was something that was understood and that hurt me, but what burn had become accustomed. Nobody knew that he would the guys and I forgave him ashamed to be with me again and again.)
I had already lost count of the people I had made and did not know if they were already the sixth whiskey or the tenth game of pool but Damian was no longer beside me. He was flirting with the girl in the huge collected, which could easily be called Mai or Julie because I did not know who was who and if it bothered me the freedom to give me a punch not even associated with such a face, Scott.
(And I felt bad because Damian had been kind to Lucy and had been brought up before mom and I could not understand this place that was his world and did not like Julie or Mai seemed Nina Hagen and put her tits in the spotlight every time he bent over the table to hit a ball.)
another whiskey I saw an empty drink. But I did not expect was his way of getting rid of Nina. Damian
abruptly dropped the glass in the second we emptied it, engulfed in thick and I nodded my approach. I stood there with our backs against the wall without knowing how to react and he stood in front of me and no one took any further, alarmed by the sound of glass breaking, but put a hand on the wall next to my face and the other on my neck and kissed me more aggressive the world, flavored with nicotine and alcohol and made from teeth and saliva, biting lips and moans and tongue on my tongue - trying to break into pieces, or discard or two things at once and I closed the eyes and opened my senses screaming your name and the desire to never stop because it was the time when he was.
When I let go with one last bite on the lip rested his forehead against mine, her lips parted and red and very swollen, all rapid breathing, his eyes asked me and I kissed her approval but soft like tasting a good wine and He flashed the pupils as if it had done the greatest feat in the world but was secondary.
(And people clapped and whistled and he closed his eyes and slid his fingers between mine and pulled me out of there running and laughing.)
On the way back home was a hundred and twenty of those streets to go inside to forty per hour and placed his hands on my waist, and accelerated sharply when I rested my head on his shoulder and was I who kissed her while Mrs. Whitley was crossing a zebra crossing outside the house of Charlotte.
We had barely off the bike and he smiled that lack of confidence, with all its nightlife and the extreme exposure allowed me to just me.
"Hey, Travis.
I will not look
.
"I love you.
- But? "Damian was not looking at.
"No buts. Damian
dropped my hand and stepped forward on the path to your door.
"Now, we have to tell your father that you have stolen the bike to go to punk to roll up a joint front of my colleagues.
(We could not stop laughing.)
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