WARNING: The following story may contain scenes depicting a loving and sexual relationship between two consenting males. If you find this material morally or leagally questionable, I suggest you re-evaluate your morals, and those you elect to take office. When all else fails; read elsewhere.
Fingertips across skin, pleading eyes meeting heated ones, and then the sound of his laughter; the images were a part of him now, and as much as Cody tried to forget, to not think about him, he couldn't. That time was over, and he was gone, leaving Cody haunted, and all the miles, and all the years between them, weren't enough to trick him into forgetting. As much as he tried to compensate for the loss he felt, there was always something, some scent or sound, that reminded him that, even though he couldn't have what he wanted, he would have what he needed, even if it was just a way to pass the time. The first time he told himself it was just sex, he knew he was lying, and three years later, standing atop a wall of guilt, with clipped wings and dreams of coming to life, he wondered if he would fall before he flew.
*in progress* : last update 07-31-08
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