maybe i'm doomed to having intense crushes on people who work out for a second but not longer than that.

up against a brick wall in an alleyway we kissed nervously at first and then harder, and then my hand crept up and pushed you, harder & harder until i imagined lines of brick in your shoulders & you gasped.

i'm working on suppressing it, trying not to check you out, not think about lifting you onto my cock and the way you shook when my fingers brushed your hipbones. avoiding the eye contact that would bring me back to the brick wall in a second.

one moment it's easier to refrain because i understand that decision that you made, understand not wanting drama and not risking that lovely friend of mine. the next i forget and just want to push you up against the bricks again.