The (After) Life Of the Party

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Faris has that look in his eyes again as he crawls into Joshua's bunk. The other man wriggles to make room for him, but Faris could really care less. He hovers over Josh, a hand on either side of his head and kisses him. Josh obliges, their lips moving in synchronization. One of Faris' cold hands slides slowly beneath Joshua's shirt.

A normal person would deny Faris, but Josh sees the hurt in his eyes.

Josh knows Faris needs this.

♠ ♠ ♠

Now I remember why I hate posting stories through my iPod.
Does this even make sense?
Eh.
Blame it on a lack of sleep.