"What an idiot."

Blair looked up at Jim confusion plain on his face. "Idiot?" he repeated.

"Idiot, coward, whatever. Why take your own life? Nothing is ever bad enough to warrant that." Jim explained as he gestured at the now fully covered body.

Blair stood and Jim sensed the stillness and tension in the younger man's body.

"You don't think there is any situation when you would be pushed far enough to take your own life?"

Blair's face was serious. Before Jim could answer Blair continued, "You have never felt so lost, so hurt, so far over the line that this …world," his hands struggled to express what he was saying, "that nothing mattered anymore?"

Jim shook his head.

"Even in Peru when I really thought I was going lost forever, when I was hurting and desperate and then before you turned up in my life and I thought I was losing my mind, I never considered it an option."

Blair stared hard into Jim's face. Jim wondered if Blair could hear the voice that whispered 'Liar, liar' in his ear.

"You don't know how lucky you are then."

~~~

He had left the loft knowing that he was lying to Jim and knowing that Jim knew he was lying, but he still had to go. Since the dissertation Blair had felt adrift and alone. There was no way he was going to seriously consider taking up Simon's offer of a badge and though he knew that the offer came from kindness and concern, when he thought about it, he knew it also came from ignorance. A definite lack of awareness of what the academic life really meant to Blair. He was a teacher. The process of taking a child and filling it with knowledge and then seeing what that did, the explosion of enthusiasm, the dawning of intelligence, that moment when all that hard work paid off and a light bulb when on in the darkest recesses of the teenage brain, he gloried in that. It didn't matter that there was marking and too much of it, that there were lectures to prepare and not enough time to do it, that there were too many times when he could have banged his head against a brick wall in exasperation at the lack of understanding; those were the moments lost in time, it was those few glorious moments that made it all worthwhile and what he loved.

Blair knew that academia was a buffer with the outside world and that appealed to him as well, although since he had teamed up with Jim the real world had made a habit of breaking through that barrier on more than one occasion. It was still there though and the joy of research and quiet study held a special place in the heart of a man who was renowned for his inability to keep still and his propensity for bouncing. He bitched and moaned about the work he had to do to achieve his doctorate but he knew that it was something he took a perverse pleasure in, let's face it, he thought, what could be better than writing about the man he loved above everything else.

Giving all that up for Jim was something he could do; hell he had done, but it hurt so much that there were days when he thought the pain would break him. The lack of apparent understanding from Jim and their friends in Major Crimes had added to Blair's feelings of isolation.

Other work had come along and Blair was teaching again. Admittedly he wasn't teaching Anthropology, but teaching was teaching wherever you did it and whatever the subject and it still had the same rewards. Blair had hoped the new job at a Community College teaching English and History would take the pain away and for the most part it did, but deep inside was an ache that wouldn't budge.

Blair didn't know why that day of all days had brought that ache to the surface, just that there was something so damned sad about a man who commits suicide by walking into a train that resonated with him. He didn't have any intention of taking that road himself, but he couldn't deny that it was something he had never considered and in the dark days immediately in the aftermath of the dissertation it had seemed like a way out. Those days were gone and he didn't want them back and a few days break was what he needed. A time to regain some balance, as Naomi would say, to process. So he drove east from Cascade into the mountains. He had a place in mind and the camping stuff in the Volvo. Provided she behaved he foresaw two days of solitude to catch his breath.

The campsite was deserted when Blair arrived late on the Friday. School was back and there was a definite chill in the air which was not surprising given it was the Fall. He hadn't expected to have the place to himself so was glad to be able to pitch the tent in the prime spot. The next morning his sleep was disturbed by the arrival of two SUV's and what looked liked hordes of kids. It turned out to be two families taking advantage of what was supposed to be a pleasant weekend. Within an hour of their arrival the rain started. Blair shrugged into his waterproof jacket and set out on the walk he had planned over breakfast. The sound of children's voices was left far behind.

He stuck to the well worn trails pushing himself to go as far as he could in the time before he had to turn back. The physical exercise matched the effort put in by his brain over those hours in sorting through his feelings and putting them in order. It was simple really, he loved Jim, but Jim didn't love him. Well, yes he did in a brotherly, Sentinel sort of way, thought Blair, but that wasn't the sort of love he wanted. He wanted him and Jim in bed, in lust and in love.

"Well you are not getting that Sandburg," he muttered to himself.

So what did that leave; stay and be friends and hide his unrequited love…?

"Oh boy, Sandburg, unrequited love? You'll start quoting poetry next," he continued.

Or leave forever. What would hurt more?

"Shit, shit, shit."

The light was going and he was still a mile from the camp site and his breath came in small white clouds. The rain hadn't stopped and Blair was wet through despite his jacket. He stopped in the middle of the trail and listened to the rain drops on the hood of his jacket. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Letting it out to the count of four he opened his eyes. There was a mist rising up from the ground, so far only a few whispery tendrils snaked out of the forest on either side of the trail. Blair wondered if he stood there long enough whether they would wind their way round his feet, climb his legs and pull him down into the ground when the sun rose tomorrow.

"Cheery thoughts."

He walked on.

"I feel like Hamlet; to be or not to be, that is the question. Thank you William Shakespeare and 11th grade English."

But that was what it boiled down to; stay and be Jim's guide regardless or go and not be that guide, that friend, that partner.

"I could do that, go away, leave, maybe go abroad, back to Africa, maybe even pick up some local expedition work, get back to anthropology.

"Yeah right like that is going to happen."

"Damn, damn, damn."

Blair doubted in his heart that he could give up being a guide to his sentinel or that he could give up Jim.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck"

Up ahead he could hear voices, the campsite. He kept his thought to himself and walked to his tent nodding in acknowledgment to his now neighbours. Their tents were big and new with indoor compartments which allowed them to cook in almost the worst weather. Blair doubted he would get enough of a fire going to boil water for coffee. Clambering in to his small tent and removing damp clothes did nothing to lighten Blair's mood. Digging in his duffel bag he found a sandwich, some fruit and a chocolate bar. Together with a bottle of water his dinner was complete. The small camping light threw strange shadows onto the walls of the tent and Blair fell asleep disconsolate, but truly believing that the wolf was chasing the panther across snow covered hills.

Morning came too soon and Blair was awoken by the shrieks of a seven year old girl. He groaned into his pillow and got up. Letting in the outside world, he was pleased to see the sun shining and soon had eggs cooking followed by water for coffee. Consulting maps and his memory, he decided not to go as far as the day before. A couple of miles due east there was a clearing he had last visited with Jim twelve months ago. He didn't plan on being there too long and knew he would have time when he got back to camp to head out in the Volvo for a hot meal in Lester that evening. Dousing the fire and packing up he set out as the rain started falling again.

"What a great weekend to leave the loft," he muttered to himself.

His thoughts did not lighten as he walked on. Arriving at the clearing he was pleased to see no one else there, not that he was expecting any one; it was a fairly isolated spot. The river, one of many, ran a narrow channel as it made its way down the mountain. This spot was something of an anomaly, the ground flattened out and the river dropped about two feet in a mini waterfall before billowing out in a bowl shaped depression. The water ran deeper here and at its edges was still. Blair had told Jim it reminded him of a snake that had eaten a ball. The ground sloping to the river's edge was grass covered and there were occasional rocks scattered around one of which was Blair's favourite. He had called it his meditation spot and he made his way straight to it dropping his pack and jacket. The rain had stopped though it was still overcast. Blair settled himself on the rock cross-legged. Closing his eyes he started his deep breathing exercise, trying to still the inner turmoil. The river had been swollen by the recent rain and in the middle of the stream the water ran fast as well as deep. He loved the solitude of moments like this. He felt a real sense of connection with nature and the realness of the world. The reality of his normal world was very different.

The slight breeze dropped and Blair started to relax. As the sounds of the water and the forest started to slide away Blair felt comforted, that ache inside was still there, but the silence of the moment spoke to him of peace and contentment and of feeling without hurting. Blair focussed on the sound of the falling water. It took a little while, but he managed some degree of calm and slipped into his usual meditative state.

Something bought him back quickly. He searched around listening for untoward noises.

"Just when you could really use a Sentinel," he half laughed.

An hour had passed and the sky was still dry but the greyness had deepened. The colour of the sky was reflected in the colour of the air, there was a pearl-like, almost luminescent, quality to it. Blinking, Blair could have sworn that the air in front of him shimmered. It was not hot enough for heat haze and Blair was convinced his mind was playing tricks on him. Then it happened again; there was definitely movement in the air and it started to coalesce. Blair stood as the very air in front of him seemed to solidify. It formed the outline of a man. There were no hard lines; it was the vaguest of apparitions, all grey and indistinct. The man had no features but Blair could now make out legs, arms, torso and head. The featureless figure moved to block Blair's way back away from the river and he felt threatened.

"Go away," he shouted.

There was a resolution in his voice that wasn't quite matched in his heart. The shade dissolved. Blair relaxed and felt sticky and clammy, he had been sweating. He turned to the stream and cupping his hands he brought water up to wash his face, to wash away the fear. Blair leant forward peering into the water that slowly twisted its way around the edges of the bowl. There was a disturbance below the surface. A fish, Blair thought, but it was an odd shape for a fish, sort of circular. He concentrated and the disturbance took shape. It was a face, indistinct at first. Blair smiled my reflection he thought. As features emerged Blair realised it wasn't his reflection, but he recognised the features. It was Jim. Blair closed his eyes in disbelief and shook his head. Slowly opening his eyes the face was still there, but now it was smiling.

"Ok Sandburg you are now officially Looney Tunes."

The smile disappeared, but the face remained. Blair tilted his head and the expression on Jim's face changed, it was as though the expressions that Blair loved to see the most were playing across the watery visage. One moment it was that look of humility when Jim's name was announced as 'Cop of the Year', then it was that look Jim had when he had to fight, a sort of cross between determination, reluctance and animal ferocity; the face of a warrior. The face changed again, Jim was laughing and there was a twinkle in his eye, then a look Blair loved the most, the relaxed 'I haven't got a care in the world' look which Blair saw at the loft in those quiet moments when all was right with the world. Blair heard himself sigh. Jeez, I really have it bad, he thought. The face looked at Blair and spoke.

"Stay in the truck, Chief."

"Stay behind me."

"Be careful."

"Call for back up."

Other phrases, words he had heard Jim utter over the past three and a half years were said. The words, all designed to keep Blair safe, were said with affection, with care … with love? Blair fell back on to his butt. He wasn't sure whether he was more shocked at the image speaking to him or what was said and what those words meant. Did Jim care for him as much as he cared for Jim? In his heart a possibility was born, a small kernel of hope. The face disappeared. Blair stood holding out a hand trying to pull the image back.

This time he felt the air behind him take on its grey ominous shape and turned to stand against the faceless man. He couldn't understand this apparition; it scared him, he knew that much. In a sense it was the opposite of what he had seen in the water though there was no expression there; fuck it, there was no face. Blair stood confused. The longer he looked the more solid the shape became. Blair stepped to one side, his discomfort with the stand off making him want to move. The shade moved with him and as it moved Blair could see it suck up more air, more light and as the shape became still more solid the light in the sky dimmed. Jim's face came to Blair. The image in the water had been bright, the light reflecting off the water like glitter on a Christmas tree. There was no light with this creature he thought; it sucked the life out of everything.

Was that his choice? Blair wondered suddenly; an existence of brightness and light with Jim or a life where he walked alone all light and life sucked away? Wasn't that Jim's choice though, Blair asked himself. Blair knew what he would choose, he was not sure Jim would make the same choice. If Blair was forced to walk alone then he wasn't sure he could make it, wasn't sure he wanted to. Blair wiped his hand across his eyes; he didn't understand what was happening to him.

"If you're trying to tell me something why can't you just make it fucking simple, you know send me a letter, an email, even a phone call damn it," he shouted to the sky.

"I am not doing this, he doesn't love me, end of conversation. I can't make him love me, all I can do is hope, believe."

Blair dropped his head; he knew his words lacked conviction.

"Give me a break here," he pleaded with whoever was listening.

Nothing changed. The apparition stood still in front of him.

"Ok," he sighed, "so I have two choices; Jim or the man in grey here. I've chosen Jim so why don't you just … pffft."

The sound Blair made was accompanied by hand movements that suggested the shade should just disappear as it had done earlier. Nothing changed.

"But what if hope and belief isn't enough, what if Jim never loves me?"

He asked the question he wanted to avoid even thinking about. If Jim couldn't or wouldn't love him then could he continue to be with Jim, to stand by his side and live in the loft? That was a question he didn't know if he could answer. He didn't know if it was a scenario he could survive. Something solidified in Blair. He made a choice. He was going back to Jim, he was going to believe that Jim loved him and if he didn't then he was going to damn well do everything he could to make Jim love him.

"Go away," Blair shouted.

The shade shattered into tiny pieces and evaporated. Blair turned back to the water and Jim's face was there smiling. Blair returned the smile. Next time I see that face for real, Blair thought, I am going to tell him that I choose to live, that I will always choose to live and that I choose to live with him. As his thoughts brought a smile to his own face, Jim's face came out of the water. Blair stepped back and Jim stood in front of him.

Blair spoke, "next time I really see your face I will tell you that I choose to live, that I choose to love and I choose to love you."

Jim smiled opened his arms and swept Blair into his embrace. Blair awoke from his meditation with a gasp. He was still cross-legged on the rock. The sun was beginning to go down. He was exhausted, hot, tired, sweaty and confused. Was that all a dream? Did he hallucinate rather than meditate? He didn't know and really he didn't care, all he wanted now was to get back to Jim. He managed to stand slowly. His body was stiff and his legs felt like jelly. It was all he could do to stagger back to the campsite. The annoying families were gone. Thoughts of dinner in Lester were abandoned. As Blair made his way across the site to his tent his legs gave out and he fell. The view in front of him shimmered.

"No, not again, no more visions," he demanded angrily.

It was no vision though, he realised as he tried to get back to his feet, just exhaustion. He crawled to his tent and fell asleep without zipping up the tent.

By the time Blair woke the sun was high in the sky and he felt terrible. Turning on to his back he grabbed his last bottle of water and drank it all down. It did little to slake his thirst. He searched his duffel bag. An energy bar and an apple; that was all he had left. They were soon eaten and he felt slightly more human, but only very slightly. The muscles in his legs and back ached and he didn't relish packing up the tent but he wanted to be back with Jim and that thought drove him on. It took longer than normal to get the tent down and pack it away. He put his slowness down to stiff fingers and a befuddled brain. Eventually it was done and he was driving back to Cascade. He would have to stop in Lester for food, but even with that delay he should still be back in the loft by 4pm.

Blair knew the shop he was going to stop at. It was on the main road and as luck would have it there was a parking space outside. He bought food he could eat whilst driving, killing two birds with one stone. He dumped the bag of food and the bottles on the passenger seat and fixing his seat belt, he started the engine. Backing out of the space he put the Volvo into first and pulled away. There was an ominous noise and a repetitive bump. Stopping the car, Blair got out and inspected his tyres. It was the rear passenger side tyre that was flat. He kicked at it cursing. Pulling back into the parking space, Blair returned to the shop to ask for directions to the nearest repair garage. He already knew that the spare was flat. He had suffered another flat about two weeks ago and had meant to get it fixed but College or working with Jim always seemed a greater priority and now he had three good tyres on a car with four wheels.

The garage, the only one in Lester, was less than half a mile away so Blair carefully and slowly drove there. As he arrived a tow truck with the garage's name blazoned across the side in large blue letters was pulling away and there was a closed sign on the door. Blair honked his horn. The driver of the tow truck stopped and leaned out of the window.

"Sorry man I gotta go. Emergency. I'll be back in about an hour. You gonna wait?"

"It's just a flat," pleaded Blair, "can't you just fix it for me first?"

"Sorry man, it's the doc. The station wagon stalled out again. Have to get him back on the road; he's the only one in town."

Blair sighed, "OK but hurry back. I have an emergency of my own here."

It was nearly two hours before the mechanic got back and Blair was frantic.

"I thought you were never gonna get back. Can you just fix the flat I need to get back to Cascade pronto?"

"Well I can fix the flat but you ain't going to get to Cascade tonight."

"What!" Blair shouted. "It's just a flat!"

"Yep, it is, but the mudslide isn't. All this rain brought down part of the mountain. Trees, rocks, mud; it all came down. State Police say it will be tomorrow at the earliest before the road reopens."

Blair leaned into the car and dragged out his map. Opening it on the hood of the Volvo he started to trace the road out of Lester that lead away from Cascade.

"There has to be another way out," he muttered to himself.

The mechanic followed Blair's finger over the map.

"Nope, one way in, one way out. That road only leads further up the mountain."

Blair was aghast. As the mechanic got in the driver's seat to put the Volvo on the hoist, he looked up to the sky in supplication.

"Why me? Aren't you supposed to be a God of love? Why won't you let me get to Jim?"

"If you want to get a room for the night Mrs Baker down the road a couple of blocks takes in lodgers. She might have a room. It'll be cheap and clean."

Blair shook his fist at the powers that be and thanked the mechanic with a sigh.

"Car'll be ready in 30," the mechanic shouted as Blair trudged away. He acknowledged the man's comment with a wave of his hand.

~~~

Late in the afternoon of Tuesday Blair finally pulled up outside the loft. It had rained all day, but the State Police had finally opened the road and Blair was out of Lester and on his way back to Jim. The truck was parked outside. Now he was home he was suddenly terrified. The question he didn't want to contemplate had grown into a mantra that ran through his head non stop. Getting out of the car he automatically locked the door, but then unlocked it, got back in and drove off.

"No I can't do this," he muttered to himself.

He drove away stopping when he reached the park. His breath was coming in gasps and he felt as though he was on the verge of a full blown panic attack. He tried to calm himself, to centre his body. The car was claustrophobic. He got out and walked fast through the rain. By the time he stopped he was by the pond. A light rain was falling and Blair shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket. In one pocket the uneaten piece of a sandwich languished. Blair broke the bread into pieces and threw one in to the pond. The assorted ducks fought over the offering. A second piece added to the melee and then a third. Concentrating on the noisy birds Blair hadn't realised he had company in the park on that wet Tuesday afternoon. A voice called out and he looked round for the source, more startled by the sound than recognising the word spoken. There was a man staring at him. Blair squinted and smiled, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. The man strode towards him and before Blair could draw breath he was there his hands on Blair's shoulders, his arms pulling Blair in.

This was it. He was here with Jim. There was an overwhelming urgency to tell Jim he loved him, to ask Jim for his love in return, to finally know if he was loved. Blair opened his mouth, the courage to ask was there but Jim was quicker.

"I'm so sorry Blair. I was wrong about everything, about the dissertation, about everything I said, about everything I didn't say," he breathed, "especially everything I didn't say. But you came back," Jim stopped seemingly doubtful. "You have come back?"

Oh my god, thought Blair, this is going to happen, it is going to be a reality and even though he knew he should be ecstatic at the change of heart of the man he loved, Blair couldn't speak, sadness grabbed his throat. He didn't know why he felt sad, he should be happy. He couldn't speak and only managed to nod at Jim's words.

"I love you Blair."

A sob escaped Blair's frame .It wasn't sadness, this feeling that filled him. He couldn't name what it was, all he knew was that it was all encompassing.

Jim stepped forward and nervously his palm brushed Blair's cheek. Jim's fingers slipped behind Blair's neck and his thumb brushed the jaw line of the younger man. Jim looked down as though seeking permission. Blair didn't move. Jim leaned in and his lips brushed Blair's lightly. Blair sobbed again and pulled back. In an almost silent voice he whispered,

"I had to believe… to believe… that you would say that one day."

He turned his face to Jim and smiled. The clouds wept as Blair laid his head on Jim's shoulder.

"Yes I came back.

Blair let Jim turn him and move him away from the pond. Blair stopped and vaguely gesticulated back in the opposite direction.

"The Volvo …"

"Leave it. We'll collect it later. Is that ok?"

Jim's emotions were as all over the place as Blair's, he had gone from commanding to pleading in the space of three sentences. Blair nodded. He didn't want to leave the comfort and shelter of those arms. The two men didn't speak as they walked back through the park, but as they came to the sidewalk Blair stopped Jim with a light touch to his arm.

"I came back to tell you I loved you, Jim. I made a choice that regardless of what you'd say I was going to tell you that. I'm glad you got in first."

Blair smiled.

"I'm glad I told you too. I was so scared I'd lost you Blair, I didn't think you were coming back."

Jim's voice trembled slightly.

"Oh ye of little faith," Blair chuckled kindly, "I've made my choice, Jim, and you're it."

Now it was Jim's turn to nod. The two men stood looking at each other. Blair opened his arms and Jim stepped inside that embrace. Blair closed his eyes, closed his arms and held on for dear life.

~~~

By the time they got into the loft Blair felt like a shy school boy. He wanted to cover every inch of Jim's body with his hands, to feel everything, kiss everything but he didn't know where to start. Did he rip off his clothes or Jim's clothes; did he do it in his room, Jim's room, on the couch, on the table? At that thought Blair blushed and felt his groin stir.

"Blair?" Jim enquired, a small smile gracing his face.

"I want to do everything all at once and I don't know where to start, how to …"

"Me either, "Jim admitted. "Maybe together we can work it out?" he suggested.

"Well I've got the brains," smirked Blair.

"That's not all you've got," added Jim moving close and placing a hand on Blair's ass.

His palm rubbed over one cheek.

"Let's take this upstairs," Jim whispered.

Blair watched Jim lead the way upstairs admiring the view. Jim sat down and moved himself to the middle of the bed. He leant back against the headboard and made himself comfortable amongst the pillows. He held an arm out to Blair invitingly. Blair came forward on his knees settling between Jim's thighs.

"You're so beautiful."

Jim blushed. Shyly Blair reached out to Jim's shirt. He undid the first button. Jim watched him, Jim's tongue gently slipping between his own lips. Blair got bolder and unbuttoned Jim all the way down. The shirt was pushed aside and Blair's hands touched Jim's chest. Blair laid his palms down and spread his fingers. His palms were sweaty and when he pushed his hands towards Jim's nipples they slid easily over the soft skin. Blair's fingers brushed the raised brown nubs and he felt them harden. He realised he was breathing harder. Blair bent forward and placed a gentle kiss on the right nipple. Jim sighed. Blair kissed the other one and then attacked. Both nipples were licked and suckled. Blair knew he was growing harder and his passion spurred him on. Breaking away from Jim's chest Blair looked into Jim's face. His eyes were closed and that tongue was slipping in and out like a snake. Blair felt his groin tighten further and he licked Jim's tongue. Jim's mouth opened and Blair slid his tongue inside Jim's mouth.

~~~

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Jim's mind reeled. His cock was straining for release from its denim jail. As Blair's tongue invaded he welcomed it, in turn lapping, twirling and enticing. The kiss was deep, it was hot, it was sweaty and it made Jim leak.

"Blair, I want you so much," he muttered as he broke the kiss.

Jim's hands went to Blair's trousers and he unzipped and unbuttoned in a hurry, his fingers deft and sure despite the fact that he felt as though he were shaking himself apart. Jim pushed his hand under Blair's boxers and the feel of Blair's hardness, wet and sleek yet full and strong was almost overpowering. The cock fitted into his hand so well that,

"Oh …"

A groan was dragged out of Jim when pleasure blossomed in his gut, curling up his toes and closing his eyes and Blair attacked his neck nibbling and sucking.

"… my god."

Jim concentrated hard and his hand slipped up and down Blair's cock. It felt so good. Jim's breath came in gasps and he increased the speed of his touch. Blair was in his ear now, his tongue everywhere. Jim wouldn't need Q Tips again for a while. His hand pumped harder and Blair threw back his head, his back arching.

"Jim!" he cried and thrust into Jim's hand once, twice, three times and splattered his juices against Jim's stomach. Jim looked up at that strong white neck stretched taut and open. He lunged forward to bite and he practically chewed at the skin between his teeth as he felt Blair collapse and fold around him. Blair's taste on his tongue, his hair cascading around his face, the smell of his semen seeping into Jim's pores and the sound of Blair's post orgasmic collapse was too much. Jim was completely enveloped in a world of Blair and he came so hard he had no recollection of Blair lying him back down on the bed and covering him with his own body. Jim couldn't speak for a while. He soaked up Blair as if he were water to Jim's sponge. This was way beyond territorial imperatives and imprinting he realised; he was taking Blair as though he needed him to breathe. Jim and Blair were fading and in their place this one conjoined creature unnamed and unknown was born. There was a sudden realisation that came to Jim; he needed Blair, he was essential to his well being, to his very existence. Blair was inside him now.

"Never go away again Blair, please."

Jim's soul was held in Blair's answer. Blair's arms surrounded him.

"Never again Jim, never again."

As Jim fell asleep he realised that not only were he and Blair pretty much still dressed but that they were sticky with each other's cum. It won't be the last time he smiled to himself and slept.

The End.

Faceless Man by Creed

I spent a day by the river
It was quiet and the wind stood still
I spent some time with nature
To remind me of all that's real
It's funny how silence speaks sometimes when you're alone
And remember that you feel
Again I stand against the Faceless Man
Now I saw a face on the water
It looked humble and wiling to fight
I saw the will of the warrior
His yoke is easy and his burden is light
He looked me right in the eyes
Direct and concise to remind me
To always do what's right
Again I stand against the Faceless Man
'Cause if the face inside can't see the light I know
I'll have to walk alone
And if I walk alone to the other side I know
I might not make it home
Again I stand against the Faceless Man
Next time I see this face
I'll say I choose to live for always
So won't you come inside
And never go away.

 

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