Gabriel's knees are always (skinned) wrote in rooms,
Re: Times Square: Ronan/Ben
[And that's just it. He's looking down on Ronan, with the sun blazing behind him, silhouetting. He's underneath him, and Ronan feels the staunch sort of disappointment, and it makes the tears stream even harder.
He wipes his face against each sleeve of his flannel, aching and open.]
I know. I know, Ben. But - god - [His voice breaks as he starts to haul himself to his feet, and he's projecting now, without meaning to do it, but Ben's head is going to fill up with his thoughts.] - haven't you ever had a bloody sex dream? I'm - I'm so - fuck, Ben. I'm sorry.