For all his dreaming, all his wanting, all the mornings he stared up at his ceiling with warm tears falling silently albeit angrily, down his cheeks, to have things come to fruition was a bit of a mind fuck. He was staring at Renly, the literal man of his dreams, his knees week, his cock hard, and Renly opened his mouth to say something so absurd that Loras laughed, completely unbidden.
"Oh yeah?" he asked, his hand creeping higher over the stack of ribs that were all too familiar, all too hot and masculine. Unabashed, he raked his short fighter's nails down perfect skin, wanting Renly to remember that he'd been there, but not hard enough to make Renly bleed. "And why would you go and do a thing like that?"