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He leaned back against the wall, feigning disinterest. "Why ain't ya just chasin' me out? Thought you hated a spectacle."
"Well," Tenna sighed, his hand moving to the back of the chair again. He tilted his head, studying Spamton with a cheeky grin on his face. "Call it nostalgia."
Spamton's cheeks flushed a light pink. He glared at Tenna once again. "You think I would actually let ya after everythin' you did? You know what callin' someone an outlaw means? No town wants ya. Wanted posters everywhere." He rattled the chains. "This everywhere."
"Oh, but I think you're misunderstandin' what I'm settin' down, Spams," Tenna stood from the chair and crossed over to Spamton. He knelt, then used his thumb and forefinger to lift his defiant chin. Spamton shook himself away, then kicked Tenna's chest to force him away. Tenna latched onto his ankle and yanked him close. Spamton grunted as he slid down the wall, now at an awkward angle where only his shoulders and head were against it. Tenna leaned in real close, his breath hot against Spamton's sweaty cheek.
"I want you."Series
- Part 25 of Spamton and Tenna's Scandalous Escapades