COLIN'S LEGS HOOKED OVER THE ARM OF THE CHAIR, BRADLEY'S HANDS ON COLIN'S HIPS, LIFTING HIM UP AND DOWN AND UP AND DOWN. HE'S HOLDING ON HARD ENOUGH TO LEAVE BRUISES BUT THAT'S THE WAY COLIN LIKES IT, LIKES TO BE ABLE TO FEEL THEM ALL DAY, LIKES TO POKE AND PROD THE DARK, TENDER MARKS WHEN HE'S ALONE, GETS OFF ON BRADLEY'S INFLUENCE EVEN WHEN HE'S NOT AROUND.