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Posted: Mar 11 2018, 07:58 PM
The Male Olivia Pope
"Five blocks? That far?"
Trey moves his knee away, feeling blood rush between his legs. Christ; he wants to fuck that smug look right off Sebastian's face. He wants to make him throw his head back, eyes rolling back...
"I suppose I could manage."
"Is that right?" He steals another dark look at the crowd. Trey's not a shy person. Frankly, he's a bit of an attention whore. Yet, there's something beneath all this wanton desire, all his heat. A bit of uncertainty. Images of Michael knife at his skull. His kind smile, that warm gaze. That laugh. The way he sat with him in the hospital for hours while his uncle went through chemotherapy. Trey's falling for him.
And it scares the shit out of him. People aren't forever. They pack up and leave. They die. They pinpoint flaws in things they love most. (Trey, you can do this...) He swallows the lump in his throat. Then, he draws closer to Sebastian and purrs in his ear:
"Let's fuck. Meet me outside."
With those words, Trey grabs his jacket and strides out into the howling winds of New York winter.
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