![]() ![]() Trey felt Brian's cock against his throbbing ass. Whenever Brian visited him, it was always like this. His only regret was that they weren't face to face, so he couldn't stare into Brian's intense brown eyes, bury his hands in his messy, shoulder-length hair, and kiss his firm lips as he took him. The raspy quality of his breath.Įmotion washed over Trey. Trey closed his eyes and relished the sensations. The scent of leather, Brian's sweet aftershave, and male surrounded him. In the darkness, Brian pressed him facedown on the mattress of his bunk on Sinners' tour bus. Had he gone to bed naked? He didn't remember. The flood of lust that coursed through Trey's body was punctuated with an inrush of breath. "Trey?" Brian whispered against his ear, his bare chest pressed against Trey's naked back. It wasn't nearly enough for Trey, but was better than nothing. Not with the same all-encompassing, soul-wrenching possessiveness with which Trey loved him, but they maintained a close friendship. Everything Trey had ever been or ever could be, he associated with the man. "Trey." The sound of Brian's deep voice tugged at Trey's heart. ![]()
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