So, basically there's two things on my mind. The first is rather trivial, but I wanted to talk to you guys, cause it involves you all helping me out. The second is more important... to me at least
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All Cash had ever had to do was smile at Singer and he had been putty in Cash's hands. It's the only reason he had been part of the band in the first place. Oh course he loved it, but he'd never wanted to convince his parents that it was a worthwhile career. Except when Cash had grinned and him like Singer was the best thing since sliced bread.
So when Singer had been lying in his hotel bed, ready to get a good night's sleep for the first time in what seemed like forever and Cash had fixed him with a come hither look, he hadn't been able to resist. He'd climbed out of bed, conscious of the fact he was only wearing boxers and had slid underneath the open covers of Cash's.
Cash had been good about it, not going any further than Singer let him, which hadn't met anything at all. He'd been gentle and lovely and as much as possible had taken care of Singer. He'd curled up next to the other man to sleep, breathed into his neck and fell asleep.
When they had woken up, Cash had smiled against his neck and crawled out of bed to shower. Singer waited for the regret to set in just as it always did after Cash's smile had disappeared from the situation, but it never came. So, instead, he smiled contentedly and leant back against the pillows.
He was still smiling with Cash came out of the bathroom. The other man stopped in the doorway and looked at him for a second.
"You have no idea what that smile does to me."
I can't write sex scenes and I'm very sorry if that's what you wanted. This seems a bit stiff to me, so I apologise for that as well. Well, here you are.
So when Singer had been lying in his hotel bed, ready to get a good night's sleep for the first time in what seemed like forever and Cash had fixed him with a come hither look, he hadn't been able to resist. He'd climbed out of bed, conscious of the fact he was only wearing boxers and had slid underneath the open covers of Cash's.
Cash had been good about it, not going any further than Singer let him, which hadn't met anything at all. He'd been gentle and lovely and as much as possible had taken care of Singer. He'd curled up next to the other man to sleep, breathed into his neck and fell asleep.
When they had woken up, Cash had smiled against his neck and crawled out of bed to shower. Singer waited for the regret to set in just as it always did after Cash's smile had disappeared from the situation, but it never came. So, instead, he smiled contentedly and leant back against the pillows.
He was still smiling with Cash came out of the bathroom. The other man stopped in the doorway and looked at him for a second.
"You have no idea what that smile does to me."
I can't write sex scenes and I'm very sorry if that's what you wanted. This seems a bit stiff to me, so I apologise for that as well. Well, here you are.
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