His arms wrapped around Wayne’s head, Sheldon sighed, “I’m not angry that it happened, just how it happened,” lips drawn down into a soft frown, he tried not to get overwhelmed by Wayne’s emotions, “It just can’t happen like this again babe.”
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Bluebell dug her phone out of her jacket pocket. Gripping the case like a pair of knuckles, she found a private area in the penthouse to give the two lovers space and to call her own. This hadn’t ever come up before, though the general idea had been discussed before. Leaning back against a wall, Bell took a deep breath and punched up Wynette Scott’s contact.
Her secret lover/nemesis was listed in her phone as a sexy ghost under a candy corn shower from last Halloween. Holding her phone to her ear, Bell chewed on the lower lip as she listened to the ring. One arm wrapped around herself in a hug of self-comfort. Please have everything be okay. Wyn was too important to her to loose over something stupid like this.
“I know… I know, I know it won’t, I promise… I’ll… I’ll get help for myself, anything!” Wayne says fast and low against Sheldon’s skin. He hated that it had happened like this, hated it so much. He expressed so to Sheldon and after a moment sobbed out that he was so so sorry that he’d left him their first time.
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After a few rings, the phone picks up and Wyn’s cheerful voice calls down the line,
“City Morgue, you kill ‘em we chill ‘em!”
Nuzzling into Wayne’s neck, Sheldon murmured soft things and stroked his mate’s face and neck, “As love as I’m first,” one hand wandered down to Wayne’s cock and found his ring there, “As long as everyone knows that this means you’re mine.”
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A chime-like gurgle of laughter bubbling up, Bell relaxed with a grin. Nothing ever cheered her up the way Wyn did. Letting out a held breath, Bluebell started, “Hey sugar tits, can I get two firm scoops to go?” he laughed at their own ridiculousness, before biting her lip. It was starting to get sore from her own teeth, “I… uh… might have fucked up a bit more than normal today.”
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