"Caleb...what are you doing?" Even as he asked it, Gabe felt his eyes drifting closed. Caleb's hands were somehow both soft and calloused, very warm. All he had to do was purse his lips and that would be like a kiss to his hand.
This was wrong.
This was wrong and Caleb's touch was gentle and Gabe wanted it.
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Date: 2015-08-19 04:19 am (UTC)This was wrong.
This was wrong and Caleb's touch was gentle and Gabe wanted it.