[ Open - Jean Moreau ( All for the Game ) ]

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[ Jean frowns, though, at least that can't be seen. He's not really a Trojan, not really. Being a Trojan meant something specific, Jean could never have that thing that made them special. He was on the team but he still isn't quite a part of it. But in a way he could understand what Kevin's trying to say.

And in the end, he's kevin's and that's what really mattered, that's what would last. ]

I'll never get tired of hearing you say that.

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Very often. [ Jean murmurs in agreement. ]

You're too good to me.

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Well, good thing my opinion is the only one that counts in this.

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You'll never give yourself enough credit on this. [ That's not really what he was getting at! ]

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I know, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve it. I just...

[ Jean goes quiet for a moment but he's not quite done talking. ]

I never thought someone, anyone would... not the way you do. I hope I can be as good to you.

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Maybe.

[ He wants to be more. ]

I wish I could kiss you right now.

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What else would you like to do? [ He thinks he likes hearing this in French a lot. ]

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I'm in my room.

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I miss your mouth too. And your cock, and how your cock feels in my mouth. I miss the taste of you.

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[ Jean bites his lip at the sound of Kevin's groan. There were far too many miles but talking about it didn't make that ache less. ]

I miss your hands on me, the weight of your body. I'm dreading when your marks fade.