The blonde man writhed on the bed beneath him. Body slick with sweat, mouth open slightly as he groaned helplessly, desperately trying to seek the release his companion teasingly withheld."Please," he begged, green eyes glazed with passion. And pain.
The long haired, lean bodied man looked down into those green eyes, an unfathomable expression in his own blue gaze. Instead of replying, he reached out a hand and began gently tweaking one of his companion's nipples. The delicate touch quickly took on an edge of cruelty. The man's other hand dug into his companion's shoulder hard enough to leave marks on the pale skin. The blonde man moaned slightly, in pain this time. The blue eyed man immediately began soothing the tender, reddened area with his tongue, as if in apology for his earlier actions. The long brown hair fell over his face, hiding its expression, as the man continued to gently swirl his tongue across the firm chest and began oh so gently nipping at the tender flesh of the neck.
"Now. Do it now. Please." Once more the blonde man was reduced to begging.
As before, the blue eyed man made no reply. Instead, he leaned back and watched as his companion crawled over to the jar of oil sitting on the nightstand. Watched as the man spread it on his fingers and inserted them one at a time into his own body. He looked pleadingly at the long haired man as he did so. But the other man only glanced away, shaking his head. With a sigh, the blonde man crawled over to where the long haired man waited patiently. He began gently coating the erect cock with the oil, sliding his hands up and down on it 'til the man finally let out a growl and grabbed the blonde roughly by the shoulders, throwing him face down on the bed.
Then there was only a series of muffled groans and sighs of pleasure, increasing in intensity until, finally, the blue eyed man called out a name and slumped over his companion, breathing heavily.
The green eyed man sat up in bed and watched the lean form of the other man as he quickly and quietly put on his clothes. He was almost to the door when the blonde man finally spoke.
"That's not my name. I'm not him." The green eyes were bright with a kind of pain. He stared at the other man's back, committing him to memory. The slight curl in the brown locks, the deceptively slender form, the infinite look of sadness in the blue eyes as the man finally turned to face his companion.
"No. You ain't him." The blue eyed man turned back around and walked silently out the door.
THE END
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