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There's clearly something going on between the two men on the porch. They're not overly affectionate to each other, but there's something going on. UST. Unresolved Sexual Tension. The air stinks of it, cutting through the smell of a southern evening with the stars overhead twinkling all bright and cheery. Insects chirp in the background, nature's symphony, but the guys are a bit too lost in one another to really pay that much attention.
They talk, but it's too quiet to hear much of. A private conversation then, party for two. An intimate moment with the creek of the porch swing, wooden and showing in its age, but still sturdy enough for this meeting.
Oh! Hand-holding, it has commenced, Fingers laced, intertwined, and one of the men shifts to lay his head on the other's shoulder. They look fucking cozy, sitting there. There are lights on inside the house behind them, a shadow moving, a life progressing that's something apart from these two here. But curtains shift and a face peeks out. An older woman, hair the color of charcoal, and even at this distance a smile can be seen.
She doesn't stay in the window for long, the curtains falling back into place and the lights cutting out, leaving the two on the porch only in the light that nature has to offer. It's dark out here, no street lights for a little while, the town small enough that it doesn't give off one of those obnoxious glows that the big city does. It's an escape for both of the men, a quiet moment away from the hustle and bustle of reality.