THOSE ELTON BOYS [COMING SOON]

[ TEASER #2 ]

One minute, Ryland stood an inch away, gazing into Oscar’s eyes.

Later, Oscar would only wish if he could remember Ry’s eyes flicking from his own to his lips. If he could recall that sharp intake of minty breath he felt against his nose, seconds before he felt soft lips press against his own.

But he remembered those lips.

He remembered fingers, delicate and hesitant on his jaw. He remembered weathered hands cupping his face, sweet and present and whole. 

Ry was kissing him. Ry was actually kissing him.

Those lips were Ry’s. Ry’s and Ry’s alone and Oscar felt as light as he possibly could.

He felt something deep in the pit of his stomach unfurl and draw breath and wrap itself around his faltering heart and for once, he wasn’t frightened.

Ry was here and Ry was safe and Ry was home.

thoughts, thots?