Three Cheers for Red Hair and Love

The valley was so gorgeous, so appealing. A thousand shades of greens and blues and silvers called out to him. The few hundred feet of cliff separating Gerard from the valley below seemed like nothing. Memories of Ryan started washing over him, brought back by the wonders before him. His sweet voice called out, “Gerard, join me, won’t you. I miss you, love. Come back to me.”

His feet wavered from the path. His subconscious brain took over. After the first step toward his saviour, the cliff, the blackout began. All he remembered from that was a feeling of peace, and serenity. The kind of satisfaction only sex with your true love can bring. And then Frank’s hands on his face, furiously shaking him awake, bringing him back to the cruel harsh reality of living.

Frank’s face was so close, though. They were so alone. Gerard sat up and smashed his face into his, kissing whatever his lips touched, just wanting to be as close to Frank as physically possible. For their bodies to interlock, and never separate. He wanted them to be one.

They rolled to the side of the trail on to a soft patch of spring growth and pine needles. Frank was on top, crushing Gerard’s wafish body into the ground.

“Take off your pants.” he commanded. His red-headed companion complied submissively and ripped his tight black jeans off his body. He proceeded to make an attempt to pull off Frank’s baggy blue ones, but managed to ruin the moment and get the zipper stuck.

“I’ll do it,” said Frank as Gerard sat shirtless in his boxers blushing over his own mistake. He watched as Frank pulled off his jeans and exposed the tight black underwear underneath. A monstrous bulge in the front excited Gerard, far bigger than he had seen before. He crawled on his hands and knees over to it.

“Let me take it from here.”

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