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    He couldn’t wait to see him again; Bo had retired just before James' demobilization. He was a big teddy bear, underneath his impressive appearance. Bo was a good 6.7 ft and about 250 lb of pure muscle. His huge, bright smile could blind someone easily and he had a heart as big as his home state Louisiana. He was clever too and had made a good stash of money over several smart investments in real estate and young companies. James was glad to invest with him on this project, because of the money of course, but more so because it was a way to stay in touch with him a little longer.
    They had become undoubtedly close these past thirteen years. Bo had told him about his childhood in the bayou. How he’d avoided hanging out with gangs during his teenage years, his loving parents, the smells he remembered from his mama’s cooking―and, above anything else, the love he’d received all his life. He hadn’t had the chance to study so he counted on the army to give him a goal in his life. He had liked the idea of fighting for his country and helping others, but reality wasn’t up to his ideals and he quickly grew tired of tilting at windmills. So, when he had to choose whether to re-enlist or not, he chose not to, even though he was torn between the sadness of leaving his friends and the relief of going back to the US. The money he had invested just increased over time and he had sufficient funds now to live comfortably, leading on any of the projects he had thought off.
    When the pilot announced the landing, James snapped out of his musings and buckled up, wincing. He had tried to walk down the aisle as much as possible during the flight but his knee still hurt. The flight had brought back some dark thoughts and he couldn’t wait to see his best mate again. That, and have a cold beer, sprawled out on his couch after a long, hot shower.
    With this in mind, he began to relax a little as he stretched his body and closed his eyes, a gentle smile on his face. A thought crossed his mind. He didn’t want to lose sight of his beautiful Frenchie. Maybe he could lead him to discover new horizons… no restrictions, no expectations. The way he had responded earlier to his light caress, before the tactlessness of the flight attendant, gave him hope that he could do something with him.
    He pictured the scene in his head. His lips on David’s, his hands on his body, eating his mouth, licking his way along his jaw, down his neck, nibbling his collar bone… damn, it was so hot that James almost whimpered out loud. His jeans felt too confining right now. His balls tightened at the mere thought of his tongue licking David’s chest, descending into the valley of desire to reach his lover’s hard shaft. If David was as beautiful naked as he was dressed, James would come before even taking care of his man’s body. He tried to compose himself as he stopped his delectable thoughts before he’d release himself in his pants like a teen in heat.
    He managed to halt his train of thought as he focused on the upcoming ride with Bo. If his guess was right, David and he were about to see each other on a daily basis. The cathedral David had talked about was on Washington Street and it was precisely there that Bo had told him the building was located. James had never set foot in it so he couldn't be sure but he'd bet anything that he was correct.
    His smile kept spreading over his lips; he couldn’t help it. He bit down on his bottom lip but it reminded him of the bite of a hard kiss. The thought brought him back to David and he scrutinized him again.
    His not-so-straight nose enhanced his classic beauty. What would have caused it? A fight in a bar? An accident? A faint white scar crossed his left eyebrow. Maybe the two elements were connected in a way. He bet it was an accident. David had beautiful eyes, blue and grey at the same time, a near scintillating color. His pale skin practically glowed in the dim light of the plane. James pictured