without ever touching his skin, how can i be guilty as sin?
Their relationship has always been focused on the physical. The intimate and at times excruciatingly beautiful, to be fair — the emotional, even when frustratingly so. But, nevertheless, that’s all it stayed. Fleeting moments on bunk beds, in occasional motel rooms, shared bathroom spaces, never very luxurious. And all throughout the bloom of their relationship, if that’s what this could’ve been called, it was frequently and stubbornly noted that this was fine for both of them. Perfect, one could even say. None of them craved stability echoed in their bedrooms even after dragged out sessions of holding each other in bed for periods so long it was almost obnoxious, as if hours stretched out into days. It was not exactly the dream meant for navy pilots — especially for two navy men. Blowing off steam, however, was more than just a standard. It was a necessity. Carnal, temporary, easy to forget. Maybe after retirement, they’ve gotten used to saying in between chuckles, both knowing that it was nothing more than a fantasy - unrealistic in relation to both of their lifestyles and them as people. An empty promise. Meaningless.
Just as tonight.
i’ve written like a million hangster one shots here so what’s another one??? here’s a link to jake seresin’s tears
