“Come on, Chris, touch me.” Darren’s voice begged, broken and needing as he was spread out on the hotel bed. Chris simply looked on with a raised eyebrow. “I’m sorry, Chris. I’m sorry. Really, I am. Please, please touch me.”
“I don’t know, Darren. You did call me a bastard in front of an entire audience.”
Darren’s hip rose to try to get attention, to
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