i don't want the world to see me;

[wingborne]

John was determined to steal Dave’s declaration of independence.

Tonight was the night, and he laid down Dave tenderly upon the bed, where little monsters would have to clear out for his special night. His hands gently touched Dave’s stomach with the reverence found when the aliens approached Jodie Foster, and he kissed with a lighter touch than a city of angels. Dave was breathing heavily behind his cool mask, and John pressed his hands against Dave’s face like they were going to switch faces for a face off. Instead, he kissed him deeply, accidentally catching his bottom lip on his teeth like a failure to launch off their sexy session, but then he kissed him warmly, hands wandering intensely to the skin hotter than a comet hurtling towards earth. He broke off the kiss to pull off his shirt, clumsily working on his shorts and Dave was awkwardly following except he kept his shades on, like he was afraid of the bees, oh god the bees.

It didn’t matter, though, because he slipped Dave’s ding dong dick into his mouth and sucked like a ghost busting machine, except delicately and ghosts usually became smaller and not larger. When he felt the status was sufficient, he ran his hand up Dave’s thigh like a plane taking out of the airport, unknown target Vegas. He was impatient because he didn’t have time to kill, and at the ready, he entered into Dave like aliens might enter the atmosphere. He began to ride like a ghost rider, with his hands always in contact. When he climaxed, he climaxed like the moment when Bruce Willis pushed Ben Affleck. After Dave came like Nick Cage came down to Earth rather than being an angel, John wrapped his arms around Dave and cuddled him like Dave was a soft giant marshmallow ghost wandering the city.

He may have taken Dave’s declaration, but truly, Dave was the real national treasure.