Beneath the Lyrics (MxM)
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"Kaemon. I'm not jealous, okay? I'm not a fucking kid," Aric grits through his teeth.
Kaemon huffs out a chuckle, exasperated and bewildered. "Oh yeah? Then why did you immediately pull me in for a kiss the moment he left, huh?" He asks, walking up to him, faces inches apart, licking his kiss-bruised lips and staring into the other man's eyes.
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Kaemon Vogt is a 22-year-old college student, a talented guitarist and singer, who, like any other ambitious and carefree young person, has goals he wants to achieve and dreams he wants to turn into reality-his band making a name for themselves one day.
Even if life is hard on Kaemon, he still finds ways to have fun, to live and thrive in life. That includes partying, hooking up, and doing what he does-music. And that also includes having fun with his roommate of two years, Aric Emmirch, 23 and an engineering major.
Almost like Kaemon, but a bit more reserved and put together, unlike Kaemon, who's the human incarnate of chaos and carelessness. Even then, through their years of being roommates, they got to know each other and that resulted in them building a relationship.
A fuck buddies relationship.
They thought it was simple, but they soon realized that even the simplest things had their own complexity.
While this was happening, finally, their dream came true one fateful night.
After his band performs at a gig, they received an opportunity they couldn't believe was real and something they couldn't turn down. But little did they know, this offer they thought was a blessing turned out to be a curse in disguise.
And it's too late before they realized that despite the many conflicts they had to maneuver and deal with.
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