"You can't like me, Xavier. You'd never even said more than two words to me before Christmas. You know nothing about me. Other than that I can sing." Caspar looked back at Xavier and sighed. "I just thought that you wanted me for sex. That's all you ever try to do when we're alone. You don't try to just... talk to me."
Cepheus bit another mark onto James's shoulder, hands moving over his skin. "Are you sure?" He asked, looking him over. "Not that you get a choice."
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