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A World of Blue
by Pirate Turner
His days without him were blue, long, lonely, and completely depressing, but his days with him were filled with blue, all kinds of blues that made him happier than anything else ever had and, he suspected, ever would. He could lay for hours on end just gazing into his incredible blue eyes, and he loved the thrill that shot through him every time he ran his fingers through his thick, blue fur or he just happened to brush that wonderfully silken coat against him.
He teased him about his blue boxers, though, of course, more so about the ones he kept in the furthest depths of his top dresser drawer in saving for special occasions, the tiny blue ones that could really scarcely be called boxers with the pink hearts and red arrows thrusting through them which, of course, had a sexual innuendo all their own. Bobby was with Hank every second he could possibly be when they were together, and he was so proud and joyous to live in a world of blue that he would have it no other way.
The End