The Chase
Jay stood panting. The chase had lasted an hour now; he wasn't ready to get caught yet. Shrugging his shoulder and giving the `beats me' look when his lover saw the dented fender. He made a break for i--toward the wash room--letting out a grunt when his body got pushed up against the wall. His man's hands ran up and under his shirt. Jack's breath and the words, "Tag your it," were hot in his ear, and then a laugh as Jack made his escape. Jay pulled off the shirt his lover had touched and gave chase after his man.
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