Send Me an Angel

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

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You know, I didn’t think I was particularly attracted to Mitch Moreland, but the second he said the word “fuck” it was like a magic word that turned him from a frog to a prince. Not that he wasn’t attractive before. Mitch is cute in a sax player kind of way. But I hadn’t allowed myself to see him that way until abra cadabra.

I know, I know, a few minutes earlier I’d been whining about how there should be rules and one of them should be no fucking your bandmates. There were a million reasons why not. Drama could ensue. Professional standards. Ethics.

But when you’re the only two English-speaking gay men in the whole prefecture, so far as you know, and you’re horny, then trust me, all of a sudden it makes totally perfectly logical sense to hook up.

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