Kink Me! #18
Kink Me! #18
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remembering you standing quiet in the rain
as i ran to your heart to be near
and we kissed as the sky fell in, holding you close
how i always held close
in your fear
The hotel's shower sprays him in a gentle stream, tendrils of water tracing paths down his skin until he's soaked and surrounded by steam. The heat of the bathroom, the feel of water on his body, the photograph swimming behind his eyelids when he presses his forehead to the cool tile-his body thrums with the sense-memory of warm, humid air in another city on another evening, almost ten years ago to the day.
The evening that had heralded the start of those few, precious years when he’d known what it meant to be truly, blissfully happy …
Before he’d lost the only thing that had ever mattered.
* * *
“Merlin!”
Out of breath, his cry was lost in the weight of the afternoon downpour. It shouldn't have caught either of them by surprise-spring had come early to Boston their sophomore year, and the beginning of May felt like the end of July, warm and humid and heavy with thunderstorms. No one with any sense would have ventured outside without an umbrella, but Merlin had fled Arthur's dorm without anything, not even his jacket. And Arthur had waited exactly three shocked heartbeats before tearing after him.
“Merlin!” he called out again, desperate. He burst out of the building, shoving through a crowd of oblivious, soggy freshmen and looking around with wild desperation.
He caught Merlin in the middle of Marsh plaza; somehow they'd both made it across Commonwealth Avenue alive, despite the best efforts of the evening rush hour traffic. Merlin stopped when Arthur called out for the third time, and stood hunched in on himself, staring at the ground, flushed and silent with shame.
But he'd stopped.
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