There was nowhere that Chris felt safer than when he was squashed in a bed with Lance and JC. He could feel an elbow jammed in his side, a knee pressed hard against his thigh. JC's hair was in his face and Lance's hand a heavy weight on his chest, but none of that mattered.
How could it when Chris was so warm, so loved by the men who surrounded him, words of love echoing in the air and their kisses drying on his skin.
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Re: Now that we have TOTALLY taken over your journal . . .
Date: 2005-02-12 07:16 pm (UTC)Forgive me?
There was nowhere that Chris felt safer than when he was squashed in a bed with Lance and JC. He could feel an elbow jammed in his side, a knee pressed hard against his thigh. JC's hair was in his face and Lance's hand a heavy weight on his chest, but none of that mattered.
How could it when Chris was so warm, so loved by the men who surrounded him, words of love echoing in the air and their kisses drying on his skin.
Better?