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Josh leaned his head down, resting it atop of Akira's as he closed his eyes, inhaling and smelling the scent of his that he had missed so much. It felt surreal, to be gone from him for days only to end up having him to hold, missing something that he used to do everyday.
Minutes passed until Josh lifted his head, glancing at where Sangre was and seeing him outside the doors, expecting he'd want to say hello to his aunt before she walked inside. Looking down at Akira, Josh ran his fingers through his hair, deciding it would be nice to have a shower together at night, or even better a warm bath to relax the two of them after such a week.
"I will never leave you again." Josh said softly, stopping his hand on Akira's neck and looking down into his eyes. "I promise."
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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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