“You’re mine,” I told him, kissing each of his eyes before I looked at him. “No one gets you anymore; no one touches you anymore. Right?”He nodded, and I felt his heated breath fan over my face. “Put me up against this wall.”“No.” I shook my head. “No one sees you but me. No one hears you but me. All of you, your skin, your smell, your cum, all of it is mine, and especially your voice when you scream my name.”

“I never told anyone about waking in the night to him standing over me with a knife. It was small, one of my switchblades, chosen for carving.His seeping dick twitched as he bent toward me, his slick left hand went down on my sternum, the other holding the knife like a scapel. "What're you gonna do?" I asked, reaching for him, my fingers closing around his hard, wet length."Carve my name on your skin so everyone knows you're mine.”

“I love you" I sighed, unable to keep the smile from my face,leaning back and looking at him through heavy-lidded eyes. "I really do"."I know", he grunted, very pleased with himself. “You can’t live without me. I’m like cheese.”

“Shouldn't he at least be waiting to see if it works with you or not before he dates the next guy?""It doesn't work like that.""I think it should," she told me."This isn't a Disney movie," Michael told her.She smacked him hard. "I know all about how gay men hook up. My Aunt Susan has Queer As Folk on DVD.”

“I want you back here now. I want you next to me now. I cannot believe that my family, your brother, all our friends, and an entire police force can't keep tabs on one twenty-six year old graphic designer who thinks he's fuckin' Batman.--Detective Sam Kage in A Matter Of Time (vol 2 or part 4)”

“―I love you. He breathed down the side of my neck.I nodded. ―I love you too. And the smile on his face when he leaned back, so wide, so arrogant, so relieved, so smug, was not to be missed. I had created a monster with four little words.”

“Everybody wants to touch you all the time. I'm the only one who can't when I want to be the only one that can.”