Re: Tunnel of Love
Crowding into Blake's space tended to be a dangerous move, particularly when he was verging on drunk, for a whole variety of reasons. He stared at Eli for a moment, noting not for the first time how delicate and fine his bone structure was, how blue those eyes were even when blearily drunk. He decided that he could do this, and he kissed him, forceful and raw, taking hold of his chin in one long-fingered hand.