I’ve been a good boy. Real good. And I need something to take my mind off the current subject of my obsession, sitting ten feet away, smiling at his best friend like he has no care in the world. My eyes drift back over to him reluctantly. He looks good. Got a haircut, so the curls are shorter on the sides and longer on top, falling over his forehead. My fingers twitch against my fork, remembering how soft his hair felt when I ran them through it. His teeth on my bottom lip, stiff muscles pressed against my own, and then the confusing way my cock hardened when he had my throat in a death grip—
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