Then she turned to the entire band and fairly shouted, "Wonderful, boys! Simply wonderful!" She smiled at each one of them.
Megan had been with The Dark Angels since the beginning. It was her belief in the band and hard work that got the band openings needed. She tapped Dusty on the knee. "Good job on that solo, baby. Hydrate!" She insisted they all drank water right after the show to replace what they had sweated out. It was almost funny, her neurotic need to give The Dark Angels H2O after a show, but they always complied. They had learned long ago it was just easier that way. She could be hell on wheels.
Her big blue eyes landed on Angel and Darius. Megan was totally focused on the twosome as she spoke. "Whatever that was," she waved her hand in the general direction of the stage, "Keep it coming. The crowd loved it!" She squealed. "Hell, I loved it! It was like watching live yaoi!" She giggled.
Dusty's face screwed up in confusion. "What the fuck is ya-wee?" His pronunciation left something to be desired.
Darius gave a quick laugh but didn't answer the question.
Angel looked over at him with a smirk. The singer was the one who originally educated him on this manga type. "It's Japanese gay porn!"
Dusty snorted in surprise and Megan began a quick denial.
"It is not, Angel!" Megan protested stamping her foot prettily.
Angel continued his educational lecture as if Megan had not spoken.
"It is a type of manga that translates literally into 'boy love'." Seeing Dusty's face of disgust, he clarified. "No! Ew! Not like that. You are a damned pervert!" He chuckled. "Everyone is of legal age, that's just the literal Japanese to English translation. It is beautifully drawn art work of pretty pictures of boys doing naughty things with each other and here in America it is a style of erotic novels." Angel's hand fell onto Darius's knee as he slowly started to slide up his leg. He smirked at Megan and said, "The nastier the better. Isn't that right, Megan?"
Dare stopped Angel's hand before it reached its apparent goal. Angel gave him a fake pout but then threw his arm behind his head. He was glad his shirt was long enough to hide the erection that pounded at his zipper. His body was becoming as unruly as a thirteen-year-old's around Angel. He seemed to be getting erections at the oddest times.
She blushed a bit and fairly growled at him. "Yes, Angel. You are correct." She rolled her eyes at him then continued to explain it to Dusty.
"Originally the artists and writers were mostly Japanese women and it is geared towards females. However, there a number of writers who write in the genre, just not in a comic book format."
Dusty shook his head. "Pretty boys screwing each other for females?
What the fuck ?" The 'f' word seemed to be Dusty's go to word of the day.
Darius could see Dusty was adding yaoi to his Internet research list.
Dusty may not have gone to college but he educated himself via the Internet on just about every subject. Usually there wasn't a question Dusty couldn't answer or fact he couldn't recall. It was quite disturbing. The guy was genius level smart. That probably explained why he never really got into the groupie scene. Maybe it was even the reason why he never had a serious girlfriend; no one was smart enough for him. No one could follow his train of thought that typically ran off the rails on any subject that was remotely related to the conversation at hand.
Dusty never liked being out of the loop. He frowned. "I have never heard of this genre of manga. I have got to get online." Dusty shook his head. His hands lifted his sweaty long blond hair to cool his neck.
"Told you! You are so gay." Angel chirped cheerfully. They were back to their old senseless debate. Angel came out to Dusty in high school and ever since he tried to convince Dusty he was gay too. Darius could never tell if Angel believed that or if he was just pulling Dusty's
Megan had been with The Dark Angels since the beginning. It was her belief in the band and hard work that got the band openings needed. She tapped Dusty on the knee. "Good job on that solo, baby. Hydrate!" She insisted they all drank water right after the show to replace what they had sweated out. It was almost funny, her neurotic need to give The Dark Angels H2O after a show, but they always complied. They had learned long ago it was just easier that way. She could be hell on wheels.
Her big blue eyes landed on Angel and Darius. Megan was totally focused on the twosome as she spoke. "Whatever that was," she waved her hand in the general direction of the stage, "Keep it coming. The crowd loved it!" She squealed. "Hell, I loved it! It was like watching live yaoi!" She giggled.
Dusty's face screwed up in confusion. "What the fuck is ya-wee?" His pronunciation left something to be desired.
Darius gave a quick laugh but didn't answer the question.
Angel looked over at him with a smirk. The singer was the one who originally educated him on this manga type. "It's Japanese gay porn!"
Dusty snorted in surprise and Megan began a quick denial.
"It is not, Angel!" Megan protested stamping her foot prettily.
Angel continued his educational lecture as if Megan had not spoken.
"It is a type of manga that translates literally into 'boy love'." Seeing Dusty's face of disgust, he clarified. "No! Ew! Not like that. You are a damned pervert!" He chuckled. "Everyone is of legal age, that's just the literal Japanese to English translation. It is beautifully drawn art work of pretty pictures of boys doing naughty things with each other and here in America it is a style of erotic novels." Angel's hand fell onto Darius's knee as he slowly started to slide up his leg. He smirked at Megan and said, "The nastier the better. Isn't that right, Megan?"
Dare stopped Angel's hand before it reached its apparent goal. Angel gave him a fake pout but then threw his arm behind his head. He was glad his shirt was long enough to hide the erection that pounded at his zipper. His body was becoming as unruly as a thirteen-year-old's around Angel. He seemed to be getting erections at the oddest times.
She blushed a bit and fairly growled at him. "Yes, Angel. You are correct." She rolled her eyes at him then continued to explain it to Dusty.
"Originally the artists and writers were mostly Japanese women and it is geared towards females. However, there a number of writers who write in the genre, just not in a comic book format."
Dusty shook his head. "Pretty boys screwing each other for females?
What the fuck ?" The 'f' word seemed to be Dusty's go to word of the day.
Darius could see Dusty was adding yaoi to his Internet research list.
Dusty may not have gone to college but he educated himself via the Internet on just about every subject. Usually there wasn't a question Dusty couldn't answer or fact he couldn't recall. It was quite disturbing. The guy was genius level smart. That probably explained why he never really got into the groupie scene. Maybe it was even the reason why he never had a serious girlfriend; no one was smart enough for him. No one could follow his train of thought that typically ran off the rails on any subject that was remotely related to the conversation at hand.
Dusty never liked being out of the loop. He frowned. "I have never heard of this genre of manga. I have got to get online." Dusty shook his head. His hands lifted his sweaty long blond hair to cool his neck.
"Told you! You are so gay." Angel chirped cheerfully. They were back to their old senseless debate. Angel came out to Dusty in high school and ever since he tried to convince Dusty he was gay too. Darius could never tell if Angel believed that or if he was just pulling Dusty's
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