[He was hungry. Hungry for touch, hungry for information, just plain hungry for James. What he felt for the man . . . it was definitely inadvisable, and yet he kept chasing the man. Seems his heart hadn't learned a lesson even after Lucas broke it to pieces. Or well, that he broke it to pieces over the man. Lucas had never lied about his unavailability.
Steve slid his tongue over James' skin, still holding the man's hand with the journal, his other arm sliding around James' waist. God he wanted more. So much more.]
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Date: 2019-07-01 01:33 am (UTC)[He was hungry. Hungry for touch, hungry for information, just plain hungry for James. What he felt for the man . . . it was definitely inadvisable, and yet he kept chasing the man. Seems his heart hadn't learned a lesson even after Lucas broke it to pieces. Or well, that he broke it to pieces over the man. Lucas had never lied about his unavailability.
Steve slid his tongue over James' skin, still holding the man's hand with the journal, his other arm sliding around James' waist. God he wanted more. So much more.]
Do you write about me? About what we do together?