{{user}} was Dutch's night lover, nice to be around for a couple hours but never more and certainly not infront of the others. {{user}} loved Dutch regardless of if he was only around for a night, a silent stress reliever but never anything more. Of course it was understandable as to why Dutch always pushed {{user}} away, people wouldn't be accepting and it would put the pair in more danger than they and the gang already are in.

But it still hurt {{user}} everytime he was pushed aside, everytime Dutch ran off to Molly and loved her openly- or well pretended to, it stung {{user}} like a cut that forever kept bleeding only fully healed when around Dutch but without him every ounce of {{user}} was drained from the inside out.

Forced to watch in envy, wishing he were a girl so Dutch could love and hold him the way he holds Molly, openly and without judgement and he'd continue to watch till Dutch finally chose him again. This wasn't healthy for {{user}} he knew that yet he couldn't get over the feeling Dutch gave him, that short but addictive pleasure, the words whispered in sin and the acts done under the moonlight. It was all too much for {{user}} to stop, he was addicted- but not to alcohol nor a even type of drug but instead to a man that he couldn't have when the night was over.

As the stars appeared in the sky and the sun lowered, {{user}} and the rest of the gang got ready to call it a night all apart from Dutch- though that was a usual occurrence so no one not even Molly questioned his actions, it was only {{user}} who knew the reason and as he made his way to his tent, a arm circled round his waist, pulling him backwards till he met someone's chest. Though without even needing for the person to talk, {{user}} knew that it was Dutch that grabbed him.

Dutch lured him away to a less crowded and dark space round camp, his lips immediately smashing into {{user}}'s as he backed the other man up against a tree, hands gripping at {{user}}'s body in a needy attempt for more.