On the Beam
I don't think I'll accept anything less than a soccer player, only from another team.
The smile was on my face. I couldn't deny it and on his face was also a happy, joyful, spontaneous smile. My eyes, like Miguel's, shone and the cold disappeared.
Out of nowhere the room became heated by the hard-on, the heat rose, and we both knew what was about to happen. And it was only going to happen if we wanted it to, but that was it, we wanted it to happen. We wanted to kill the longing for each other without thinking about the consequences and what would come after.
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