Title: "Cigarette"
"Just you," Chad smirks, grin evident, even in the darkness. Their hands brush together in promise as Chad gives Chris the crumpled pack of Camels. "Not now, darlin', we've got company," Chris drawls, battered John Deere cap shielding his eyes as he strikes a match. "When's that ever stopped us?" "After." Chris tugs Chad to him, lips barely caressing as he blows a stream of smoke from his mouth to Chad's. "Don't want an audience for what I've got planned," he purrs, and smiles when Chad shivers.
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