Dee once again resisted his urges. Blake was so cute! The way he pouted, crossed his arms, it was so cute! Dee’s hands ached terribly to grope the boy and press his lips against the other. This act, however, could not be in done considering that they were in public. The public, Dee mused, they love gossiping but he detested it. It was boring and dull and most of it was untrue though, sometimes they true. Anyway, it usually most unwise to take rumours for granted and Dee had to learn the hard one. Previously, he had heard that a friend of Dubhdara’s had a son who was gay and exceptionally good looking. Dee thought it would be a good opportunity to go ‘meet’ the boy however as one would guess, the ‘meeting’ ended quite badly. Just thinking about it made Dee shudder with displeasure, it was not a good memory.
Dee clenched his fist and then placed it gently on Blake’s back. He rubbed the area gently however tried to look not too concerned over his companion’s behaviour. Dee had a hunch that Blake may be weeping or why would he hide so desperately behind is palms? As his hand continued its rhythmic movement, Dee continued to wonder vaguely. Perhaps he is frustrated? No… he is in pain. It’s obvious, just look at him.
“Blake.” The squire whispered softly, leaning forward so that his lips brushed against the other’s ear. His hand slowly snaked its way up to Blake’s nape. Once it had reached its desired destination, his index finger twirled the curls. “I didn’t realise you would be in so much pain.” Dee bit his bottom lip, wondering what to say next. Nothing came so nothing was said.
