buzzkennedy:
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.”
“You sure? I mean, okay... are you a virgin?” Jayson giggled and buried his face in Buzz’s hair. “How come you write just for work now? Does it, like... take all your time, or does writing other stuff just not feel as good anymore? Cause that could just be depression. Not that I know dick shit about you, but like... you know. I know dick shit about depression.” He continued to gently run his fingers over Buzz’s stomach, blankly staring at the TV, though all his actual attention was on Buzz.










