This is from The Ancient--in this scene, Jeffrey has just seen his college lover for the first time in five years--he's missed him terribly, even though he's tried to move on--
Bruce. His lover, his soulmate, his best friend–seeing him after missing him all day. Standing there holding him, those dark curls sifting through his fingers, his nose buried in them as he whispered his name, over and over. His hands roaming over that delicious body. Those eyes, glazed with need for him, love for him. Lying in bed together while they held each other, listening to the nighttime rain falling like liquid diamonds in a soft patter–
Then laughing at the spongy, rhythmic drip-drip in the saucepan under the leaky spot in the roof.
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