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1. brendon met ryan in college. they both reeked of cigarettes and cheap cologne, but nothing mattered in that moment except for the other’s lips. ryan had sheet white skin and a bony, angular body that hurt when it jabbed into him, but he didn’t mind because it reminded him of a doll. a pretty doll, like the ones on his sister’s window sill — the ones that she had shown him and said, ‘this is what a girl’s supposed to look like.’
ryan unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down, and brendon grinned while he went down. two rather noisy minutes later, ryan fell limp, panting heavily as he came. he petted brendon’s hair while he jacked off, and they fell asleep in a huddle of sweaty skin and sweet words.
sex wasn’t anything special to either of them, and when the morning came, ryan was gone.