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Feeling Akira’s finger brush up against his cheek, Josh smiled very softly yet again. It was bittersweet when Akira stopped speaking, knowing it made him feel better but he missed it, wanting to hear him talk even if the words coming from his mouth had no real meaning.
Once he felt Akira’s head on his chest, Josh leaned his head back against his pillow and closed his eyes. Placing his hand in the younger mans hair, Josh smiled very lightly and then whispered lastly.
“Please, call me Josh from now on.” He whispered and kissed Akira’s head. “You should sleep. I’ll sleep with you, it’s been a long day.” Josh muttered while keeping his eyes gently closed.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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