For the 2-Day Drabbles challenge on the discoveredinalj livejournal community


Prick heavy on his tongue, thick and rigid. Bodie's prick, at long last. God, how he's wanted this.

Hard to breathe, though.

Tears collect, spill down his cheeks. Let them fall. He's been around, knows a thing or two, understands the intersection of pleasure and pain.

His own pleasure isn't important. It'll wait. He wants Bodie, of course. Has done for ages. But right now he wants to give this to Bodie, wants to feel Bodie tremble with need, pulse down his throat, groan in completion.

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Heart pounding, Bodie stands above the theatre, eyes fixed on Ray. Dying with Ray.

-- THE END --

September 2007