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' This is Wrong' he thought glumly staring down at Jerry Smith's Motionless sleeping form. Up till now, he had endured the rumors, the teasing the humiliation, he finally had something to make it at least bearable. So did it really matter how wrong this was? Knowing he was as miserable as he was in his own life brought a sense of almost twisted comfort. It made them kindred in a warped sort of way. He winced Guiltly at the thought but suppressed it.
What they found in each other was more than love or lust, it was comfort. A place even if only for a moment to truly find something that resembles happiness. Those fleeting moments when they could strip away barriers only the other could, clothing and guards would drop and they finally found peace.
He knew Jerry's wife would take everything from him if she found out, and he knew Jerry would beg her to stay. Rick C137 would report him to the council and they would make his life even more miserable. It wouldn't matter, life without his Jerry would be unbearable. "I love you" he whispered quietly, curling closer to him in the confines of the pitch-dark hotel room. Jerry shifted in his sleep and murmured something Rick didn't quite catch. Only a couple more hours and he would have to wake him up and he would have to return home. This wasn't forever he knew that eventually this would end and he would be alone again. Until then he decided just to watch him sleep.
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