Sinning by Default
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,805
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Sinning by Default
A truly short Prologue
He looks at the unmoving body next to his own; naked chest, glistening in sweat, listening to the even breaths of sleep, and wishes that he too could fall into peaceful oblivion. He wishes that he could snuggle close to the heat of human flesh, he wishes that he would be met with something other than annoyance if he stayed the night. He wishes that the stranger who'd had his cock buried deep inside of him ten minutes ago would care, if only a little.
He sighs and crawls out from under the covers, leaving dirty colored sheets in a crumpled heap on the bed. The room is almost dark, only the cold glow of streetlight from outside the window, and he fumbles on the floor for his clothes. He finds his jeans and the black t-shirt, puts them on silently, not caring to even look for underpants or socks, he would never find them anyway. He exits the room with no backward glances, feels his way to the hallway. He finds his black boots, and picks them up, sneaking out of the apartment and into the bright light of the stairwell. He stops to put on his boots, tying red laces carelessly, before not quite running down the stairs out into the dark night.
He looks at the unmoving body next to his own; naked chest, glistening in sweat, listening to the even breaths of sleep, and wishes that he too could fall into peaceful oblivion. He wishes that he could snuggle close to the heat of human flesh, he wishes that he would be met with something other than annoyance if he stayed the night. He wishes that the stranger who'd had his cock buried deep inside of him ten minutes ago would care, if only a little.
He sighs and crawls out from under the covers, leaving dirty colored sheets in a crumpled heap on the bed. The room is almost dark, only the cold glow of streetlight from outside the window, and he fumbles on the floor for his clothes. He finds his jeans and the black t-shirt, puts them on silently, not caring to even look for underpants or socks, he would never find them anyway. He exits the room with no backward glances, feels his way to the hallway. He finds his black boots, and picks them up, sneaking out of the apartment and into the bright light of the stairwell. He stops to put on his boots, tying red laces carelessly, before not quite running down the stairs out into the dark night.