Perfection & Hips
Jack never expected to reveal a whole new side of himself when he moved to New York. Okay, he'd wanted to discover a side of himself that made him a lot of money or turned him into a ladies man but it seemed that fate had the opposite in store for him. Shops turned him on. Or at least, not shops but their mannequins. One in particular, really. He stood in the window of TopStair and his hips turned Jack's jeans three sizes too small.
In his head, Jack called him Neal and Neal was his. His to touch; to hold; to fuck as he wanted. It was official; the Big Apple had turned him into a nutter.
© skeletal. 2011
I think this is my best layout so far, but the images don't belong to me. I think the banner's from tumblr and I've practically always had the background on my computer. This is original fiction and I hope to make this sexy. So yes, there will be slash sex but I'm not experienced at writing it so don't expect miracles. Or happy endings, I seem to have a knack for sadness. Written for the bizarre fetishes contest where my prompt was agalmatophilia (more here). This was also entered in the Photo Contest.
In his head, Jack called him Neal and Neal was his. His to touch; to hold; to fuck as he wanted. It was official; the Big Apple had turned him into a nutter.
© skeletal. 2011
I think this is my best layout so far, but the images don't belong to me. I think the banner's from tumblr and I've practically always had the background on my computer. This is original fiction and I hope to make this sexy. So yes, there will be slash sex but I'm not experienced at writing it so don't expect miracles. Or happy endings, I seem to have a knack for sadness. Written for the bizarre fetishes contest where my prompt was agalmatophilia (more here). This was also entered in the Photo Contest.