BROMANCE OF THE THREE KINGDOMS

SEEMS LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT 340 AM,

STORY 1

Alan shivered in the twin-sized bed, unused to the chilly air of San Jose, and the even colder air in the hotel room. He looked forlornly, longingly at the boy who slept peacefully at the other side, a boy that he had grown to love in secret. The chasm between them was unbearable to him, it was like the summer that seperated Hades from Persephone, the sky that shielded Perdix from the sun.
Slowly, as if he the slightest movement would wake up the sleepy boy, he inched his way over until he could feel the joyous warmth radiating from him. He stopped there, appreciating the protection from the cold night, attracted to the heat like a moth to a flickering flame.And then, before he even knew what he was doing, his head nuzzled gently against Michael's back. He breathed in the musky scent, of a 19-year old boy mixed with different scents from the Armani collection.He had gone too far, the temptation was like Eve to the forbidden apple. Would knowledge make him human, or would he be cast down? But he had already crossed the line, and he knew that there was no turning back now. His hands snuck up upon Michael's back, caressing the Chinese boy's shoulders as he inched delicately forward. Down his back and across his chest, his smooth hands found a hole in Michael's clothes and he reached in, gasping as he felt the browned skin of his love. And then, Michael farted, and everyone woke up. THE END


STORY 2
Nick slowly began to strip his clothes. Long, slender fingers dipped into the hem of his boxers, pulling ever lower even as his body waved to the hot nightbeat. One by one, he tossed his clothes into the eager crowd, the smooth rock hard plane of his body revealing an article at a time. Julia caught his briefs, screamed once, and then fainted in fangirlism. He smirked. He reached down for the bottle of oil and began to apply it liberally on his pale, beautiful body. His gaze fell lustily on the other two men remaining in the room, Michael and Alan, reveling as they stared doe-eyed at his full glory. Who would he choose for the night? The choice was near impossible to make, as if asking whether to choose the sun or the moon. But he had time, and he deliberated as his hands smoothed over his own body. "I'll take..." He raised finger into the air. "...Both of you." And then Jeanine jumped out from behind the stage curtain, her hands latching onto his thick, wired arms ."You're mine!" She screamed triumphantly, and then she reached down and licked his chest, her tongue dragging down and across his nearly hairless torsoand leaving a trail of glistening saliva. Jeanine ripped her hair tie, and her lustrous obsidian hair fell in waves on his chest.



STORY 3

Miguel tugged at Alan's arm, unable to let him go...unable to let him depart his life forever. "Alan, don't leave me." he begged, but he knew with a sinking certainty that the die was already cast. He would leave him tonight, and there was no turning back. Alan turned to Miguel, his teary eyes pleading, "I love Nick. Please...let me go." And as he said those desperate words, the grand doors behind them burst open like the gates of Troy, and Michael stood there upon the steps, stairing down at the two forlorn men. "Nick is mine, Alan!" the Chinese boy declared, his head help high. "You get your filthy paws out of my man." Miguel turned to stair at the newcomer, as the zephyr winds tussled his silky black hair. And as he gazed upon Michael, he knew that all his plans were crumbling like some poorly built Tenga game. It was desperate time, he thought, and this called for desperate measures. He pulled Alan to him, surprising the lithe Viet, and then kissed him with all his love. Alan struggled at first, but nothing could have prepared him for the overwhelming passion that Miguel sought his plump lips with. He moaned, caught in the flow of desire, his lips parting and allowing access as Miguel mapped his teeth with his wet tongue.Their lips parted at last, a thin trail of saliva connecting their heart and soul. Miguel held Alan as he nearly crumbled to the ground, his strenth sapped by that soul-searing kiss. "I love you more than well done Naruto cosplay, Alan. Why can't you see this? Why can't you treasure my love?"

BYYYY MICHAEL.