He swallows against the dryness in his throat, dragging his fingers through his. He lingers close by, listens to the spray of steamy water caressing his friends, wishing his hands could be so lucky as to feel the touch of smooth soft skin. Yet he is not so blessed. They are friends, only friends, yet he ached to reach out and touch his friends beautiful body. To kiss his rose color lips. To hear him whispers his name when they are in the grips pleasure and passion. His friend was everything he desired in a soul mate; loyal and trustworthy with a heart full of kindness and love. Being so close to his friend made him want things – things he knows he can never have. His friend loves him, sure, they have been close since childhood, but their love is only brotherly. True love is not within his grasp…even as he desires so much more from the man who owns his heart and soul.

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