It's Not Gay If It's With An Alien

Untitled Part 2 THE SECOND ONE

Joar puts his hand in the middle of Feljx's chest and pushes him down so his back is pressed against the covers of his bed, while his legs are hanging off the side. He takes a deep breath and prepares himself for the feeling of knife pushing through his skin and muscle. He hears Joar trying to stifle a small giggle before Feljx feels a burning pain in his left shoulder.

Feljx opens his eyes and sees the knife embedded in his shoulder, right where the joint connects to the calvicale. Joar murmurs something of an apology, after all, that was a bit sudden. Joar wraps a pale hand around the handle of the knife again and tilts so there's only a small string of flesh connecting Feljx's arm to his body. Feljx's really happy that he's some-sort of an semi-immortal being.

Joar tears the knife out of Feljx's shoulder, severing the piece of flesh holding his arm in place. He feels this weird....unraveling sensation because of it. "Hey could you lie against the headboard?" He hears Joar say, and he awkwardly scoots up to where he's lying vertical on the bed, his upper torso resting against his pillows at the head of his bed while his head is lying against the metal bars of the headboard.

Joar makes a small noise of happiness and violently throws the knife into Feljx's right arm, near the same place as his left. He leaves the knife in this time, and instead gets onto the bed, he sits with both his knees on the outside of Feljx's outstretched legs. Joar leans in towards Feljx's face and a deep blush appears on Feljx's cheeks and neck.

He felt Joar's cold breath on his face, and imagined how soft his lips are. But instead of those lips being pressed against his, he feels them press against his right eye. Feljx lets out a sharp gasp as Joar pops his eye out of the socket with mouth and swallows it.