CHASER
Sebastian corners you into small spaces
Makes you blush
Forces you into the most graphic light possible
Stripping you of comfy shadows
Travis corners you into small spaces
But subtly owns your territory
His palpable energy field
A friendly violation
Travis is social royalty
Sebastian is his poor man’s doppelganger
Their codependent bond stems
From a drunken teen trauma:
One day, after school
Travis (already a closeted “ladies’ man”)
Dove onto Sebastian
And fired his alcohol-marinated tongue
Into his pal’s stunned mouth
All the while – yanking down his gym shorts
In the courting sunlight
Sebastian remained on the grass of his backyard
As Travis’ tongue skillfully ran up
The underside of his swelling dick
Then along its ticklish slit
Before finally residing on his
Heaving stomach and chest
Which were coated with a sticky sweat and dirt
Travis gave his ribs muscular kisses
Pleasurably pressing down on them
As he held Sebastian’s dick firmly
In his burning hand
He mumbled
Oh, that’s nice. That’s so nice.
Travis squeezed him harder
I like you Sebastian. You don’t act like the other fags. You act like a guy.
This faux-acceptance is what triggers
Sebastian’s sad idolatry of Travis
He even takes on the title of “closeted ladies’ man”
But partially in vain
Like two noble impostors
Both Travis and Sebastian woo their straight female counterparts
But while Travis is always deemed the main feature
Sebastian is seen as the accompanying B movie
A chaser to a Molotov cocktail
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