Theo opened his eyes to the early Greek sun streaming into the room through the thin curtains. He rolled, to see Raoul lying on his front beside him, his perfectly toned shoulders and tight buns glistening in the morning light. The white sheet which topped the bed was lying between them in a crumpled pile. He lay there for a few moments, drinking in the view, feeling himself becoming aroused. Suddenly, Raoul began to rous...