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love. Not sex. Yes is was rough.. it was passionate.. but it was love. AT least he thought so. Until the night
Kevin came over, face down, trails of dry tears on his cheeks. saying he's got something important to talk to
him about. Telling him he's gonna married Kristin. What the fuck?The night before, they got home, fucked
everything, from the stairs to the bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen, the floor... and now he was telling him
he's gonna marry someone else. Nick didn't understand, he was positive it was some sick sense of humor
that Kevin decided to "grow" all of a sudden. But it wasn't. 2 weeks later he got married. But Nick wasn't
gonna watch him saying his "I do" to someone else. So he ran away, tried to find a place that will keep Kevin
away from him. Far away. Mexico didn't help. Italy didn't either. Fuck even Texas reminded him of Kevin. He
couldn't keep the flashbacks out of his head. Times they shared. Times Kevin fooled him. Lied to him.
But it was time to come home. A year away didn't help... places reminded him of Kevin, beds and sheets that
looked nothing like the ones the fucked on, still reminded him of Kevin. Guys with long hair, guys with black
hair, guys with green eyes, fuck, guys with eyes at all reminded him of Kevin. It was hopeless. He gathered
his things and headed home.
His Kevin said goodbye. His Kevin was not "his" anymore. It's time to move on. Kevin sure did... maybe he
should find someone to marry also? That sure worked for Kevin. All he needed was to find some guy with
long black hair, thick eyebrows, deep voice, green eyes, from Kentucky, slow talker who's name's Kevin...
Any idea where to start looking for that one?
"Sir, we're approaching landing, put on your seatbelt, please"
#~
You wait at the door and turn 'round to see me
The look in your eyes says you really want to stay
#~
"It's good to have you back Nicky" Brian hugged him harder. "I missed you little bro"
"I missed you too Bri..."
Leading him to the couch, Brian signaled him to sit down. "How you doing?"
Leaning back on the couch, taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes. The smile left his tired face. "It's been a
rough one"
"I can only imagine," he lay a comforting hand on Nick's shoulder and went on, "and right now? Is there any
change in-"
Snapping his eyes open, he was pissed, "in what? How I feel?" he angrily got up from the couch, "No there
isn't. My feelings are the same. Exactly the same and if possible, even deeper. I miss him, I ache for him, I
need him and he fucking let me down. Bri he got married after fucking me. He got married to someone else...
It's just so fucking unfair"
"I know, Nicky... I do... I understand"
"You couldn't possibly understand Bri. And I don't expect you to. Not until you'd fall in love, hide your
feelings, thinking your a faggot for falling in love with a man, then accidentally letting your feeling take over
and you kiss him, and he kisses you back. You couldn't understand after you'd have a secret relationship for
almost a year, hiding your feelings from everyone else, just to get the privilege of getting back to his warm
body, to lay naked in his arms and kiss him. And FUCK you couldn't understand until he'd live you and got
married to some stupid ass bitch!" Tears ran freely now, he wasn't able to stop them.
"Nick I know-"
Stooping him mid sentence he wiped his eyes angrily, "No you don't know. I don't even know. All I know is
that it hurts... it kills me." He sniffed loudly and turned to the door. Brian reminded him of Kevin far too much
to linger there. I shouldn't have got back. This was a mistake. Just like all my entire life.
#~
And then we touch, your hands are a whisper
They tell my heart that you can't say
#~
"Just relax" he smoothed his skin, "I don't want to hurt you, Beautiful"
"You could never hurt me. I just want to feel you inside me, please Kev"
Not adding another word, he pushed himself into him, feeling Nick's tight hole. It felt incredible. Just perfect.
He pushed in slowly til he was fully inside of him. "You okay baby?" Kevin searched Nick's face. "I hurt you,
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