Johnny and Jake Grey stand shoulder to shoulder in their Marine shirts, the tattoos on their arms catching the light as they grip each other’s shoulders. One’s dark hair falls over his forehead, the other’s beard rough against his jawline, both muscles straining under the fabric. They lean in close, the space between them tight, their hands moving with deliberate precision over each other’s bodies. The greenery behind them blurs into the background as their focus stays locked, one’s fingers tracing a path down the other’s chest, the air thick with the weight of what comes next.
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