Voyeur by Kim G. At some point he'd become accustomed to seeing...things. AJ naked, AJ turned-on, AJ jerking off. He got used to it as a sort of white noise; oh, look, AJ. Sex. Cool. But white noise is missed when it's turned off, and the separate hotel rooms and buses they maintained now, thanks to their 'status', didn't afford him the chance to see that embodiment of sex very often, any more. Mostly on-stage, when they were all hot and hard, excited by the performance, turned on by the roar of the crowd and the heightened sexuality in the air. That wasn't the same.
He missed it.
He missed it.
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