Tryone sat in his one floor apartment, staring at his wall of dancing trophies. Although the wall was full, he still felt empty. Something was missing from his life. He was holding a glass of scotch in his hand, his cheek reflected his glass, as a single droplet moved from the rim to the bottom, and sploshed onto the ground. Suddenly, their was a rapping at the door. Tryone heaved himself up from his chair, and walked over his sawdust covered floor. He looked through the key hole, and gasped in amazement. There, standing in front of him, was his long lost love, Nick Piazza. Nick burst down the door, no longer letting barriers getting in the way of his passion.
"You came back for me!" Tyrone shouted in joy, as Nick penetrated him.
Nick let out a grit, and Tyrone a whimper. Nick grabbed Tyrone's arms, and pulled him up. Their lips locked, sweat dripping down from both of them, melding and molding together. Finally it was over, Tyrone collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion, Nick picked up his refound lover, and carried him to bed.
