*buries my head in my hands* This is the kind of breathtaking prose that makes me want to give up ever trying to write anything and just go live under some rock. (With a print-out of this story for company.)
Jared runs hot, so hot it takes very little to set him off sweating, like he burns on the inside, like he can’t help but smolder and glow in a way Jensen will never be able to. In a way Jensen can’t understand, but would die a hundred deaths if he could in some way hold it inside for one brilliant, luminous moment.
and
It’s like that in all his softer places, all the secret bits unbaked by sun, those that hold none of the riotous, saturated color of full-grown desire.
and
Jensen cannot be any messier if he tried: he’s a boy-shaped Rorschach test in semen and good intentions.
AND EVERYTHING.
Ugh. My heart. It is a squashed and useless thing now. All because of you.
no subject
Jared runs hot, so hot it takes very little to set him off sweating, like he burns on the inside, like he can’t help but smolder and glow in a way Jensen will never be able to. In a way Jensen can’t understand, but would die a hundred deaths if he could in some way hold it inside for one brilliant, luminous moment.
and
It’s like that in all his softer places, all the secret bits unbaked by sun, those that hold none of the riotous, saturated color of full-grown desire.
and
Jensen cannot be any messier if he tried: he’s a boy-shaped Rorschach test in semen and good intentions.
AND EVERYTHING.
Ugh. My heart. It is a squashed and useless thing now. All because of you.