Boyxboy Holiday Specials

New Years Eve

A.N.- Before you read! This is just a little short I did with Mark and Maxx from Snake Eyes, Evan and Sebastian from Can't Even Think Straight, Maxi and Noah from Closets Are For Clothes, Trace and Kory from My...Stepbrother?, and Nick and Phil from The Fag Swag.

Thank you to everyone who has followed me this year! Hopefully I can bring you more stories and characters that you'll love through 2013! 

-Jen

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                “Trace, are we in the right place? OH MY GOD THAT RHYMED! Trace, place. Trace, place. Trace, place,” Kory Arnold-Saunders chanted happily.

                Trace Saunders sighed and slapped a hand over his stepbrother’s mouth. “Shut up Kory. And yes, we’re in the right place,” he said, pulling Kory into the house.

                “Who are you guys? You’re cute!” Evander Sudlow said, eyeing Trace and Kory.

                “Evan, don’t make me take you home,” Sebastian Amsel said with a sigh, wrapping an arm around Evan’s waist.

                “You can eye rape me, but not my boyfriend!” Kory cried, jumping in front of Trace and narrowing his eyes at Evan. “He’s my boyfriend! Nargh! Get your own!”

                “I have my own! And he’s way sexier than yours!” Evan argued, turning crashing his lips on Sebastian’s.

                “Well, I’m turned on,” Noah Hottie said, watching Evan and Sebastian.

                “Noah!” Maxwell Quincy said, rolling his eyes and smacking Noah’s arm.

                “What?” Noah whined, rubbing his arm. “Don’t act like that’s not hot!”

                “What’s hot? Me?” Evan asked, pulling away Sebastian. “Because, yes. Yes I am hot. Sexy would probably be more accurate, actually. Man, good thing I’m modest! Modest and sexy. Impossibly sexy. Sometimes I take my shirt off and stare at myself in the mirror. Is that weird? Nah, it’s definitely normal.”

                “Why are we here again?” Mark Luce whispered to Maxx Falcone.

                Maxx wrapped his arms around Mark and kissed him. “Because it was here, or Chandler’s house. And Chandler’s little sister had her friends over, and they’re all as clingy as she is. Basically, you’d be raped by a bunch of little girls,” Maxx explained.

                “So that’s how Shaw is spending his New Years Eve?” Mark asked. Maxx nodded and Mark giggled at the thought.

                “Aw! That kid is adorable!” Nick Bradley cried eagerly, jumping up and down and pointing at Mark.

                “Nick!” Phillip Brooks snapped.

                “Oh Phil, don’t get your panties in a bunch,” Nick said, rolling his eyes and kissing Phil. “I was just making an observation!”

                “Oh my god. There’s two Max’s here. THE WOLRD IS GOING TO IMPLODE,” Noah cried in horror, staring between the two boys.

                “But Maxx spells his name with two Xs,” Mark pointed out. “And Maxx is his name. It’s not short for Maxwell or anything.”