Chris didn’t like to think about it, to acknowledge it. He wanted to fuck David and be fucked. He wanted to drink beer, smoke pot and write music. Memorize another person’s words, slip into a different skin for his day job and suck David’s hard cock every night.
He didn’t want to keep waking up at dawn and looking at David. Fingertips soft over his profile, barely there touches on his full lips.
The man was spiritual in his intensity. He could make the earth move beneath Chris’ feet with a kiss. David was perfect and Chris was in love.