"Emil I really can't afford a hard-on in these pants," Reno hisses, waving both hands in the other man's face and clearing his throat.

"I haven't had sex in two years and I'm not really in a position to start fantasizing right now," the redhead adds with a soft huff of frustration, turning his back to the skater and doing a tight little figure-eight to right himself from his lean.

"I miss you. I don't give a shit about anything else. I could give up sex if I had to. Just seeing your stupid face..." he sighs, shaking his head and turning to drift backwards away from Emil.

"I feel like I can keep living in this shit-hole as long as I can see you. Even if I can't have you."