Status: Updated when I feel like it (which probably won't be often)
All The Things I Love About You
Your hair
Dear baby,
You are the kind of pretty,
that you don't really notice at first.
But once I saw you, in the middle of the night,
With messy hair and tired eyes.
I knew you were my favourite kind of pretty.
I'd never seen that kind of pretty.
Your bed hair is my favourite.
Ever.
If you kept it like that all the time, I'd probably kiss you 24/7.
Your hair makes me happy, like, really happy.
It's like a cloud.
A cloud that my fingers can get tangled in
and tug at
when I know you're so close to seeing stars as you scream my name.
A cloud that I can pull on so hard when you whisper those quiet words to me,
'Come for me.'
Shit.
Sorry, this wasn't supposed to get dirty.
I'm just horny I guess.
You haven't done your hair today.
And jesus christ, it turns me on Jack.
Your hair turns me on.
I've never told you that before.
So there you go.
I get turned on my that two toned mess.
That's why I pull your hair.
That's why I touch it so fucking often.
That's why I fucking cried when you got it cut.
Sorry if this letter is weird.
You hair makes me horny.
I love your hair Jack.
Please fuck me when you find this.
Let me pull your hair.
Always, Lex. xx
'Alex motherfucking Gaskarth, you do things to me that I cannot explain.' Jack groans as he walks over to the bed, 'seriously, your fucking words turn me on so fucking much it's not even funny.' He adds, crawling onto the bed and straddling Alex, who puts his book down slowly and looks up at Jack,
'I didn't even fucking realise you were in here.' he smirks, his hands moving quickly to grip at Jack's hair,
'Now that I know how much that turns you on, it makes it so much hotter.' The younger sighs happily,
'And now I know that if I talk, you get turned on. So this should be easy.' Alex chuckles,
'It's really only when you're being all poetical and shit. That just makes me feel something.' Jack shrugs,
'Well hurry up or you won't be feeling anything.' Alex grunts, tugging at his boyfriends hair roughly.
You are the kind of pretty,
that you don't really notice at first.
But once I saw you, in the middle of the night,
With messy hair and tired eyes.
I knew you were my favourite kind of pretty.
I'd never seen that kind of pretty.
Your bed hair is my favourite.
Ever.
If you kept it like that all the time, I'd probably kiss you 24/7.
Your hair makes me happy, like, really happy.
It's like a cloud.
A cloud that my fingers can get tangled in
and tug at
when I know you're so close to seeing stars as you scream my name.
A cloud that I can pull on so hard when you whisper those quiet words to me,
'Come for me.'
Shit.
Sorry, this wasn't supposed to get dirty.
I'm just horny I guess.
You haven't done your hair today.
And jesus christ, it turns me on Jack.
Your hair turns me on.
I've never told you that before.
So there you go.
I get turned on my that two toned mess.
That's why I pull your hair.
That's why I touch it so fucking often.
That's why I fucking cried when you got it cut.
Sorry if this letter is weird.
You hair makes me horny.
I love your hair Jack.
Please fuck me when you find this.
Let me pull your hair.
Always, Lex. xx
'Alex motherfucking Gaskarth, you do things to me that I cannot explain.' Jack groans as he walks over to the bed, 'seriously, your fucking words turn me on so fucking much it's not even funny.' He adds, crawling onto the bed and straddling Alex, who puts his book down slowly and looks up at Jack,
'I didn't even fucking realise you were in here.' he smirks, his hands moving quickly to grip at Jack's hair,
'Now that I know how much that turns you on, it makes it so much hotter.' The younger sighs happily,
'And now I know that if I talk, you get turned on. So this should be easy.' Alex chuckles,
'It's really only when you're being all poetical and shit. That just makes me feel something.' Jack shrugs,
'Well hurry up or you won't be feeling anything.' Alex grunts, tugging at his boyfriends hair roughly.