Re: Hurricanes and Sons
Georg had to smile, and stayed with Bill until he was fully asleep and making that little half-snore that meant he was gone for the night. Then, he slipped out of bed to clean up, and brush his teeth. It was going to be a while before he would look in the mirror and totally recognize himself, but he was glad he'd finally cut his hair. It was time, and he liked it, even with his obvious bedhead. Even if Bill wept every night for a month, he'd get over it. Maybe he'd give him the ponytail for Christmas.
Amused, he went and checked on Sophie, then all the doors and windows, then back to bed with his reading light and his book. This was the life.
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Gustav smiled up at him and rubbed Tom's head, the soft brush against his fingers feeling as amazing to him as it always had.
Yes, Bill was beautiful in his way, but to Gustav, no one would ever compare to Tom. No one. Tom was the most beautiful man in the world.
Gustav linked his ankles over Tom's legs and held him there, kissing him deeply.