The cozy looking motel room was silent, distant voices of children could be heard far below from his agape window, as they played by the pool side.
Rowland stared down at his book before laying on the bed and listened, thinking about the tough predicament he put himself into, or rather that he was put into. Having been sure that he and Nick were simply just friends and colleagues. The very thought of what Nick had done to him, made him feel...he didn't really know how to feel. But all that he knew, was that it physically felt good.
His body was thankful, but his mind refused to admit it to himself, he couldn't really get around it, it happened so fast.
For Rowland, one moment they were smoking and talking and then the next thing he knew, he and Nick were...
Rowland's chest expanded as
