Inspired by the Divynls song of the same title, circa 1986.

Post Ep. 216, pre-ep. 219.

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"Lover, lover,

Why do you push?

Why do you push, why do you push?

Baby baby, did you forget about me?"

Brian

Justin just doesn't understand me. He tries, and goodness knows he's come close, but he truly doesn't. I was never born to be this sappy, romantic dyke who shares his feelings 24/7. I just don't do that shit. Deep down I know he realizes that, but he still pushes, and pushes, and pushes! That's why he's stomping out of Babylon as I hook up with tonight's special.

So I stand here, ass freezing against the brick wall, bored out of my skull by this trick blowing me. And Justin's probably sulking at home, playing that damn violin music again. Ever since the munchers took Justin to that recital I've had violins assaulting my ears. Now mind you, I'm no stranger to classical music, and I've been known to throw a bit of Debussy or Chopin into the CD player now and then, but this is torture.

Of course these thoughts make my dick soft, and I push the trick away, and hear him assault my ears with vitriolic rants about my being a tease. I tell him I got tired of waiting for him to get good. That shut his ass up with a quickness. I hop in my Jeep and speed home, all poised to unleash my fury on the twink.

"I've been standing at the back of your life,

Back row center just above the ice ,

Please don't ask me how I've been getting off..."

Justin

That fucking Brian - he always has to shove his tricking in my face. I'm sick of it. I was fine with it before - I assumed all guys did it, and it was nothing - but now it's tiresome. It's old. From the beginning I've only wanted to be with Brian, and no one else. I only did others because it was expected of me, or to seek revenge, like the night I was crowned King. The partying's been a blast, but now I want a little romance.

I know he's sick of hearing Ethan's music...that's the only thing other than the pissing incident that proved he's jealous. Ever since that day, all we've done is fight. So I torture him with straining bows across strings when he's around. I taunt him with the romance this dark-haired boy promises. I'm not trying to be an asshole; I just want to open his mind to the possibility of us being a true couple.

And speak of the devil, he storms into the loft, eyes blazing. Let the games begin. I swear we're going to implode before the year ends.

It's a fine line between pleasure and pain

You've done it once, you can do it again

Whatever you've done don't try to explain

It's a fine, fine line between pleasure and pain..."

End

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