"I wouldn't have liked anyone more than you. I fall hard when I fall." And now he was blushing, because the boy he liked had said he liked his eyes. He was pathetic. He was in prison, he was supposed to be tough. Hell, most of the time he was pretty tough? At least he fooled a lot of people. But with Axel, somehow, that was a different matter. "See, there is at least a version of us that could have just liked each other."
"Oh yeah. They'd have danced together, fallen in love, had some hot sex and never left. You'd be all busy being genius and I'd -- dunno, I'd find something legal. Maybe a stripper." Axel teased as he settled down on the bed and tapped at Hartley until he looked at him, using that to his advantage to move him around so Hartley was lying against him. Well, if he was going to stroke his hair, they may as well lie together. "We could get a dumb little apartment and watch the TV we want. I can't survive on basic cable that only the white supremacist have the remote too."
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