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jacquelineb(Because L asked me to continue it. Thanks love. 
I’ll pick up where I left off.)
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Marc chuckled, but his face burned as he peeled off the jeans, his cock shyly slipping out and hanging loose once he’d unbuttoned. No one was around, and yet his nakedness felt all the more stark outdoors, no walls to protect him.
As he kicked his jeans away, Marc said, “Remember the water hole near Broken Hill?”
Brendan stopped moving, and the lapping of the water stilled, the silence compressing the night air.
Marc frowned; he could see the glint in Brendan’s eyes, a darkness concealled by their apparent shine. “Brendan?”
Brendan sank under the water, and suddenly emerged, shaking the water from his hair.
“There’s a lot to remember about Broken Hill.”
Photo by tourist_on_earth, found on flickr and used under the Creative Commons License.
Mirrored from jacquelinebrocker.esquinx.net.