Rating: R (Wank-fic)
Notes: Drabble-a-Day 2011. Day 348. Happy Birthday to photoash. Unbeta'd. Comments and concrit welcome.
Summary: Life on the run provides few pleasures.
Another hotel room in another grim, gray, post-Soviet city. Shades down. Door locked. Trip wires set, just in case.
“Hello, Buddy,” he says out loud, speaking both to the cock that’s coming to life in his hand and to the friend he misses so much and whose life he screwed up so badly.
He thinks of all the ways he’d make it up to Chuck if he could, and if Chuck would let him. Quick strokes, but a fantasy of something far more sensual and leisurely.
Chuck never knew how sexy Bryce thought he was.
And now he never will.