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DANCING
QUEEN |
Hearing the soft snick of the door closing Graham opened his eyes. His gaze traveled the boy from head to toe. He was even prettier up close. Perfect, flawless skin, prominent collarbone that Graham desperately wanted to cover with open mouth kisses. Dark brown nipples hardened under his close scrutiny. He was fucking beautiful and Graham would do whatever he had to do to get him home. |
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DISCOMFITURE |
Graham has always put this distance
between them. A distance that never breaks no matter how hard
he pushes. It was always in his eyes, and mostly in the way he
moves around Xander. As if he's furniture. It feels cold. But
he wonders if this was just how relationships work between
men. He puts off trying to find the answers, until he can't
stand it any longer. |