I'm so in love with you, whatever you want to do, is alright with me... Let me be the one you come runnin' to, I'll never be untrue... Let's stay together, loving you whether times are good or bad, happy or sad...

It was a hot day in Los Angeles, nearly 106 degrees they were saying. The cool sheets were doing nothing for my body, which was covered in a thin sheet of sweat. I closed my eyes, letting the smooth sounds of Al Green flow to my ears, hoping to cool down, if only for a minute.

A tear slide down my cheek as the words sunk into me. I missed him so much. I tried to tell myself it was the heat that was driving me mad, but deep down I knew it was the fact that Scott's body wasn't next to mine. It had been so long since I had seen him, I was afraid I'd forgotten what he felt like, what he tasted like... the feel of his lips against mine, kissing me with such intensity I'd thought I was going to pass out.

Why do people break up, and turn around and make up? I just can't see. You'd never do that to me (would you baby)? Being around you,is all I see. Here's what I want to do... Let's... Let's stay together, loving you whether times are good or bad, happy or sad...

Images of Scott flooded my brain. I smiled slightly, remembering our times together, wanting so desparately to be with him, I could taste it. The touch of his lips against my skin, the feel of his hands rubbing down my chest... Every moment was vividly replaying itself in my head, and I felt my heart beat faster, echoing loudly against the silence. My breath was speeding up, and I almost found myself gasping for breath in the stuffy room. Oh God, I thought, just the thought of him drives me wild.

My hand slide cautiously down my bare chest, stopping to scratch the small tuft of light blonde hair low on my stomach. My palm rubbed against the hot skin, aching to trail lower, and lose myself in the memories. It took but a few seconds of deliberation before I gave into my desire and let my hand slink further south, moaning softly as it came in contact with my flushed skin. I gasped as my hand closed around my erection, imagining not mine, but Scott's hand grasping me, and steadily moving back and forth.

"Oh God, Scott, that feels so good..." I whispered, forgetting for a moment that he wasn't here with me. My hand moved faster, and faster still until I was writhing in pleasure, back arched almost violently and eyes clenched tight. My free fist was grasping the sheets in my hand, my knuckles near white from the death grip. I panted for breath, and whimpered quietly as I reached my peak, my own seed spilling onto my thighs. Collapsing against the sheets, I gulped in air hungrily, my face flushed and glowing with perspiration.

"You're amazing...." I whispered lovingly, my eyes opening groggily.

Realization hit me as I looked down, only to find my own hand grasping my now limp penis, and not Scott's. My heart sank low and my chest was filled with a deep sadness, which was spreading faster by the minute. I pulled the sheet up close to my chin and blinked hard, trying to will back the tears. My eyes flooded with them regardless and I sobbed, curling into the fetal position...

This is going to be one hell of a night...

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