Smutty Valentine - Day 11
Tork hated the whole fucking thing. He wished it had been him instead of Damon. He hated how fucking helpless he was to do anything to beat the fucking cancer for Damon.
Which was probably why the coffee table was groaning under the load of flowers, chocolates, silk underwear, and stuffed animals he'd piled there.
It wouldn't make up for the cancer, but god damn it, it was everything he could do for Damon for Valentine's Day.
God, he was spoiled.
He grabbed a piece of chocolate and his computer. They so needed to pick a house to have room for all this stuff.
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