For My Love

"Oh, really?" Lafayette asked, surprised. "Well, that's good. I'm glad that they won't mind me. And what do you mean I've made it further?"

"Last one ran screaming when I showed him I was a werewolf." Lyric stated bluntly.

"What?" Lafayette asked incredulously. He raised an eyebrow and got a bewildered look on his face. "Why would he do that? That's stupid. How long were you guys together?"

"Almost a year." Lyric stated. "That's why I told him. He needed to know."

Lafayette leaned over and planted a big, wet, sloppy kiss right on Lyric's lips and hugged him tightly. "That's just bullshit!" he exclaimed vehemently. "If you were together that long, then he must have known what a great guy you are! And he was still scared of you? Why, that little... that little... that little dickwad! If I ever meet him, I'll punch him in the face! I hate closed-minded people like that! Ugh!" He kissed Lyric again, more fiercely. "I would never do that to you, Lyric. I like that you're a werewolf."

Lyric chuckled. "Thanks, Lafayette. That means alot." He ruffled his hair playfully. "Now get up and get dressed so you can meet my mom."

Lafayette smiled and clambered out of the bed. He headed over to his closet and stood there for a long while, contemplating what would be appropriate clothing for meeting your werewolf boyfriend's mother.

Lyric sat up and watched him, his eyes trained on Lafayette's ass. It was everything the man could have wanted and more. "You should wear something casual. My mom doesn't like stiffs."

"Right, okay," Lafayette said, nodding to himself as he rifled through his closet. "Ooh, these jeans make my ass look good. But what shirt should I choose....? Hmm..."

"...Something you're not terribly fond of." Lyric stated. "So I don't have to worry about ruining it." His eyes were still trained on Lafayette's ass.

Lafayette laughed and glanced coyly over his shoulder. "Oh yeah? Ha! Lyric, you're so bad!"

"I'm being serious. I can't be accountable for my actions, especially if you wear something that makes me want to fuck you" Lyric stated, quite seriously.

Lafayette squeaked and turned bright red, covering his face with his hands. "Lyric!" he whined cutely. "Don't say things like that! It's embarrassing!" He hurriedly rifled through his closet and selected a tight-fitting tee that he'd gotten from a concert years ago.

Lyric watched him almost hungrily. "Are you fond of that shirt? Because its going to end up ripped. Too tight." he stated. He idly scratched his stomach.

Lafayette shook his head, still blushing lightly. "No, not especially. I mean, I look sexy in it, but it's pretty old. I wouldn't mind terribly if it got ripped."

"Good." Lyric smirked. "I'll make sure to rip it fashionably then. Give me something to look at in public."