jaysonwhy:
Letting his arm drape around Buzz’s middle, Jayson laid back on the couch and carefully pulled Buzz with him. “I like questions. I ain’t so good at asking them though, cause I don’t wanna like… pry into your private life or nothin’.” He gently ran his fingers over Buzz’s stomach, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “So you write… what kind of things do you write? I mean like, not for work, but for what you like writing. Like fiction, or poems, or…?”
Buzz stretched out on the couch and laid back on Jayson, his head resting in the space where his neck met his shoulder. “You can pry into my private life, if you ask something that I don’t want to answer then I’ll just tell you that.” The fingers against his stomach made him shiver against him. “I..I like writing like realistic fiction nothing like fantastical but I have dabbled in poetry. I stick to writing for work most of these days though.”
