Derek Atlas and Dylan Hauser press their chests together, the dark hair of one framing the smooth, muscular back of the other as he bends forward, tattoos tracing the lines of his shoulders. The gym equipment looms behind them, silent witness to the way their bodies lock, one gripping the other’s waist, the other’s hands digging into the firm flesh of his hips. The angle forces their mouths closer, the breath between them sharp and unspoken.
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