@cxncordia It was not uncommon for Lorenzo to find himself in the beds of strangers from night to night. Since he had left his home city, he did whatever and whoever he needed to get by. Though in the process, he was starting to recollect memories he'd originally thought were dreams. One where he was constantly on the run from the pursuit of those who desired him for themselves. There was a man basked in gold sunlight that accompanied his ethereal handsome visage that demanded Lorenzo's heart and the dream always ended the same: a prayer to Mother Earth that led to him resting in laurels before waking up to reality. That dream played every night in Lorenzo's head from the time he had met Adan. He remembered the moment always when the two locked eyes as Lorenzo sang his soul into a ballad during a karaoke night at a club. A voice that actually prompted talent recruiters to leave their personal information with Lorenzo and yet the only number he'd end up calling back was the one he'd gotten from Adan after a few drinks. There was something magnetic about Adan that drew in Lorenzo, but then the instinct to always pull away when they got too close. The attraction deemed their lustful fall inevitable. They were stumbling into Adan's apartment. Lips smashed as their tongues clashed and hands roamed around the muscled physiques each male offered for the other. Into the bedroom they traveled never once untangling until Lorenzo found himself falling backwards....turning into a pile of laurels. Then the flashback ended as Lorenzo lay dazed upon the sheets, watching the other climbing on to settle over him. He breathed out slow as his chest rose, pectoral cleavage exposed as his shirt was half unbuttoned and ready to be torn off by his date. Adan. Adan Polo. Then another name whispered from his lips, staring into Adan's eyes. "Apollo...?"
