Ladies and Gentlemen, I present you the side-by-side comparison of Stan and Craig. So many of you reblogged my screenshot of Craig without his hat and today I noticed a lot of you started bringing up the point that people keep drawing them as twins when they’re clearly different.
This is for you guys.
Since I am improving my writing style I wonder if I managed a new account and post all my unleashed stories on there :)
I don’t even….
Don’t worry, it won’t be cliché or any typos like on my previous ones. All the kinkiness and fluffiness will get ameliorated and longer (I hope).
The hiccuping sounds beside were irritating and I couldn’t even hear myself chewing on a double cheeseburger. My gorgeous Jew sips on a tall glass of ice water, trying make his hideous hiccups go away. He had tried everything: drinking water upside down, which was hilarious when the water pouring down on his face and scared them away but that didn’t work too good either. So he was helpless and miserable and I did kinda care about him.
I couldn’t bear of seeing my precious Jew mopping around like this, sighing and groaning was pathetic. Then something pop inside my head, a plan to get rid of Kyle’s hiccups.
I turn from the left, smirking at directly at Kyle with gleams in my eyes. Kyle bewildered at my uncanny stare with a frown. “Why –hiccups-are you-hiccups-staring—at me?” he asked, hiccupping clamorously at me. Goddamn I need to do something right now.
My hand squeezes on his green pants as I dash closely to Kyle, moving my lips on his neck. Kyle squinted uneasily and still hiccupping as I trail on his leg tenderly, licking on his ginger ear like a lollipop. Maybe his annoying hiccups are done now—oh wait it’s not according he’s still hiccupping. Dammit.
“Eric, not right now. Can you see I’m trying to get rid of this hiccup?” I shake my head as I grab his freckle face on my hands and press my lips into his keenly while holding his wrist tightly. I am not letting him go that easy. His shimmer emerald eyes stared at my brown ones as our tongue wrestling teasingly, he probably can taste the flavor from my cheeseburger, but let’s not ruin the everlasting moment. By the time I was about to unfasten his zipper underneath, Kyle breaks off the kiss. That was total bullshit. Why must he always have to interrupt everything?
Kyle paused a minute and then smile. His hiccups were gone after that making out session we’d did.
He smiles and gives me a friendly hug. “Thank you, Eric. I am so—wait a minute. My breath smells like double cheeseburger.” He mentions, inhaling his breath on his hand then sniff it unusually.
And that’s how I got rid of Kyle’s hiccups.