Burning. With every touch, kiss, and thrust of the male above him, he feels as though his body, his soul is burning in the fiery depths of Hell. But when the other man, his other half is rubbing just right against him, or when he is panting in his ear, those three words he can't live without, "Love ya brother," he just can't bring himself to give a damn.
Sorry if this is so short but this is my first ever story/drabble. So if any of the few who actually reads this reviews, don't be to harsh. Oh, and I own nothing.