Adam Champ, Eric Valentin and Gage Weston

Adam Champ kneels in the sunlit grass, his dark hair catching the breeze as Gage Weston leans down to press his mouth against his. The ocean stretches behind them, untouched by anything but the grip of their hands sliding over smooth, muscular skin, no words, just the wet sound of lips and the way Eric Valentin watches, his own body coiled with quiet intensity.