Imagine Torch returning home from helping around the camp, to find Clancy sitting quietly while making a flower crown from the yellow flowers that grew around their tent. Itâs a warm summer day, the smell of the pines around them coming off the breeze in a comforting whisper. Almost like a hymn of safety only Trench could offer. He would sit next to him in a comforting silence. Their tent site, quiet and secluded under a canopy of trees that would shine a golden hue. Clancy looked like a heavenly being to Torch. The warm glow casting on him, he was shirtless, in his green cargos, his tattoos reflecting dark. His lips plush and pink. He would look up into Torchâs eyes, with his golden brown doe eyes that crinkled into a smile. His crooked teeth showing. And Torch heart would squeeze. In knowing he would give anything to keep him smiling, to keep him here and safe. Torch leaning in and taking a large calloused hand to rest on his cheek, as Clancy leaned into it. Torch holding carefully as if he would shatter like glass in his palm. Slowly, their noses would touch and lips meet in a soft, loving kiss. Clancy sighing into it, before pushing Torch to his back and climbing on top of him, the flowers forgotten on the ground beside them. Removing Torchâs clothing slowly, in adoration. His hands over the expanse of his muscled chest, breaking the kiss to travel his lips down his cheek, to neck, to chest. Sighing in awe over him. Tor gleaning his head back, keeping a palm on his cheek no wanting to keep his hands off him. Clancy working down to unbutton Torchâs pants, pulling him off a tossing them behind him haphazardly. Torch gazing down in such intensity it make a shiver electrify down Clancyâs spine. A wordless conversation between the two as Clancy removes his own pants, fingers making their way to Torchâs lips as he sucks on them, then licking over his palms, wetting his hand. And once Clancy is satisfied, moving his palm to lube Torchâs cock, as the other man lets out a soft sigh from the contact. He pumps him slow with purpose, finally leaning up and forward to only sink down onto the man below him. Both let out a satisfied groan, as he moves, up and down. Torch pulling him down in a deep kiss, hungry, with teeth nipping at his lower lip. Both so needy and touch starved of one another, even though itâs only been a few hours. As if their skin melded into each other, unable to get close enough. Torch grasping at Clancyâs cock as he speeds up, whining. The intensity coming to a peak as he spills inside the man above him, his hands flying down to grip the soft skin of his waist. Clancy finishing over the taught skin of Torchâs abdomen, their breaths mingling together and foreheads pressed with eyes closed.
âMiss me much?â The curly headed man laughs.
