AdulrunaRediviva

After an aspiring British artist moves to a small town, he thinks it would be the perfect opportunity to get the peace and quiet he needs to find his inspiration. Instead, he finds himself face to face with the man of his dreams riding a bicycle for a living. Not exactly the perfect fairytale he imagined, but the bike courier never expected to want to stay in his hometown because of a stranger. Warnings: Use of vulgar language and extreme gayness. Alfred knew his job wasn't the most exciting. All he was, if he was truly honest with himself, was a cheap mailman. No gas money, no insurance, and no decent way of transporting packages that coul

~Verde Cromo~ "The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living." - Marcus Tullius Cicero "Hey Lov...we have to talk. Answer me when you can. Have a good day salami breath, I looove you! 3" Sweet kisses peppered his face, each lighting a flame inside him and sprouting flowers of all kind that gladly soaked up the warmth of it all. Deep red carnations bloomed from his cheeks while primrose poked from his fingertips. With each clash of the lips, mallows sprung to life accompanied by red tulips. His lips were honeysuckle and he never wanted to let go. Beautiful blooming love. Like with wine, he was not sure he could live without him. C

“We’re here,” Matthew announced merrily as Gilbert maneuvered the car into a parking space of the lot they had pulled into. He brought it to a stop putting the vehicle into park and killed the engine. Leaning over the steering wheel he looked out of the windshield at the pale yellow Victorian style house that they had parked in front of and gave a low whistle. “This place sure looks swanky,” he said as he turned to look at Matthew. “Yup. Three diamond rating and everything. It would have been four if that damn food critic wasn’t such a narrow minded dillweed and saw Emma for the genius she is,”