[They've had this magnetism. Who can say when it really started? They were joking in the ranks. The rain was beating down and they were covered in mud and found things to laugh at. All those beers drained and long hours spent talking about home, about life. The warmth and fondness has been growing like a weed.
Is it poisonous?
Frank isn't sure what the fuck to do with himself when he gets to the room. Strip? Wait to strip together? Beat off once? He spends a good few minutes wasted thinking too much. Good thing this wasn't an intense situation that would cost lives. That has been a thought in the back of his mind. The service really does want them to be constantly vigilant. This is a different kind of heightened situation.
He ends up taking off his shoes and his shirt. After a little deliberation he's removed his belt and pants as well to be in his boxers and undershirt.
Caleb wants him. Not the bartender. Time crawls. Until that knock that brings him out of his head abd back into the moment. Frank opens the door.]
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Is it poisonous?
Frank isn't sure what the fuck to do with himself when he gets to the room. Strip? Wait to strip together? Beat off once? He spends a good few minutes wasted thinking too much. Good thing this wasn't an intense situation that would cost lives. That has been a thought in the back of his mind. The service really does want them to be constantly vigilant. This is a different kind of heightened situation.
He ends up taking off his shoes and his shirt. After a little deliberation he's removed his belt and pants as well to be in his boxers and undershirt.
Caleb wants him. Not the bartender. Time crawls. Until that knock that brings him out of his head abd back into the moment. Frank opens the door.]
Hey, Stranger.