Post by HORATIO ALEC CAINE on Feb 11, 2010 22:08:37 GMT
*----- look at me, come and see what i see
I'M CHASING MULTICOLOURED BUTTERFLIES
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Psychotic was something Horatio was not. Crazy, maybe. Flamboyantly gay, totally. But not psychotic. No, he wan't that bad. Or, at least he didn't believe he was that bad. Then again, he also didn't believe he was so obviously camp. To Horatio, he was pretty much normal. Well, he was actually, concidering he always compaired himself to Hamlet. Now Hamlet was crazy. But Horatio wouldn't have Hamlet any other way. Hell, if Hamlet was sane then the other wouldn't need him to help plot against Hamlet's bastard of an uncle. If Hamlet was sane then poor Horatio would be left alone while Hamlet went off all happily married. Alas, the other was not sane, and seemed to like not being sane.
Yes, yes. It was a very good thing Hamlet was slightly crazy. It was a very good thing they were friends. Being friends with Hamlet meant that Horatio could still stay close to him. Of course, Horatio loved that more than anyone else knew. For no one knew he'd actually had a long-standing crush on Hamelt that he never once acted upon.
He may be gay, 'secretly', but he wasn't one for jumping straight guys.... especially not married straight guys. Though, the idea of jumping Hamlet, which was running through his head right now, was leaving him with a slight problem. So with a whine Horatio collapsed down on his back so he lay upon the grass he'd been fiddling with before rolling onto his front. Now his slight problem was hidden. Hidden, but not taken care of. He hoped it would eventually fade before it came to a time when he had to stand up... and/or is Hamlet came. Because first, it would be awkward for Hamlet to find him outdoors and aroused and second... well seeing Hamlet would probably only bring the problem back again... depending on what the other was wearing of course.
Currently, he was envisioning Hamlet in tight leather pants. Not a good idea at all. Oh well, it was a rather hot vision. A smirk crossed his face as he lay there before he giggled to himself, pulling at the grass that lay under his hands. Reluctantly he forced himself to picture a nearby girl naked to rid himself of his problem. "Oh, bother..." he groaned softly. He was struggling from keeping his side tracked mind from wandering constantly back to Hamlet. It was, difficult but in no way impossible. Well, normally it wasn't impossible. Luckily though, picturing the girl naked had succeeded in killing his erection. Pleased he'd managed that he rolled onto his back, folding his arms behind his head as he stared up skyward, a soft smile resting upon his face. Today seemed like it would be a very peaceful day. However, his gun was currently looped in the waist of his ripped and tight jeans just incase.
count four hundred and seventy four.
outfit herehere!
tags opensssss/hammy-ham-ham
music I can't make you love me -- Peter Andre
status
muse what muse? i'm just bored! xD
credits tis bubbles' 'mex <3 no touchy![/blockquote][/size]
