I'll say it now. [Nathaniel tips back his head to allow Anders access, finally opening his robe with both hands like he's unwrapping a present, allowing the garment to drop to the floor.] You are as beautiful as the sun, Anders. [His hands slide up the firm skin of Anders' chest, then around his sides and up his back.] I was always standing in your light.
[Maker, what are the words coming out of his mouth right now? They sound like words between lovers, not friends who are going for a roll in the hay. Never mind. He takes Anders' hand and guides him down to the blankets, rolling on top once he's there. He's too eager to wait. He needs Anders wrapped around him, writhing and crying out.]
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[Maker, what are the words coming out of his mouth right now? They sound like words between lovers, not friends who are going for a roll in the hay. Never mind. He takes Anders' hand and guides him down to the blankets, rolling on top once he's there. He's too eager to wait. He needs Anders wrapped around him, writhing and crying out.]